Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Cierto romanticismo en el desastre

Hace unos días, nube tóxica sobre el malecón de Veracruz.

Fragmento de White Noise, de Don DeLillo, sobre el "airborne toxic event":

"The enormous dark mass moved like some death ship in a Norse legend, escorted across the night by armored creatures with spiral wings. We weren't sure how to react. It was a terrible thing to see, so close, so low, packed with chlorides, benzenes, phenols, hydrocarbons, or whatever the precise toxic content. But it was also spectacular, part of the grandness of a sweeping event, like the vivid scene in the switching yard or the people trudging across the snowy overpass with children, food, belongings, a tragic army of the dispossessed. Our fear was accompanied by a sense of awe that bordered on the religious".

2 comments:

Doug said...

Por cierto que me compré Underworld. Me costó veinticinco centavos. Pero ahora leo que lo dejaste, no sé si empezarlo, no te gustó?

Guillermo Núñez said...

El problema no es el libro, fui yo. Me gustaba mucho. Diré la barbaridad: dejar Underworld es como dejar Infinite Jest o el Ulysses. Cierro paréntesis de la barbaridad.