Quite a few years ago, although not that many, someone said, I don’t remember where, that I was one of the young promises of Spanish fiction, a phrase with all the nouns and adjectives subject to Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. After fifteen books published, the term “promise” did not have much basis, while the term “young” could only be understood thanks to this novel classification -based on advances in medicine and the extension of life expectancy- in the that youth lasts until retirement age and even until the autopsy table. After all, youth is a state of spirit. Or so they say.
Unfortunately, I have seen writers who deserved better luck than mine go from “young promise” to “old glory” status overnight, without stops in between. For a while I tried to make the leap from literature to television, without realizing that I was doing everything the other way around, since the usual path is for a news presenter to go from reality to fiction, not the other way around. It is very possible that I was also wrong on the chosen channel, Intereconomía, where I was out of tune like a violinist in a heavy metal band, although I think that shortly after, more or less from the same chair, Pablo Iglesias began his political career and ended up as vice president. of the government. I don’t even want to imagine what could have been if, instead of also failing as a talk show host, I had decided to found a political party.
The fact is that these days I have seen some videos of Tamara Falcó in the social gathering The Anthill and I have understood how counterproductive it can be for the viewer to be overwhelmed with philosophical quotes and book recommendations. Perhaps Falcó is the perfect example of that concept of lightness that Italo Calvino preached as one of his essential proposals for this millennium. At one point, Nuria Roca commented that something must be done to solve the war in Ukraine, when both military support and diplomatic channels have failed, and then Tamara Falcó said: “Can I propose something? The Pope yesterday called a rosary and we pray it in the middle of the mountains and all that. I know there may be many people who don’t believe it, but hey, it’s an option that should be tried.
Praying the rosary to settle armed conflicts is a resource that comes from ancient times, from the Council of Trent at least, but expressed with the grace and simplicity of Falcó it seems simply wonderful. At the end of the day, NATO, the UN, the White House, and practically all Western governments are not doing much more to stop the genocide in Gaza and the invasion of Lebanon, a massacre by letter. white that any day can lead to the Third World War or the Fourth, if we are not careful. However, the danger of these collective prayers is that they are not usually unanimous and who knows how many Christians would not start praying for Netanyahu’s neo-Nazi.
More frivolity could not be expected from a gathering embedded in Pablo Motos’s cathodic landfill. The next step is for Tamara Falcó to make the leap from political analyst and cookbook author to novelist, an area in which I fear she already has the fertile ground. I’m sure more than one publishing group is already thinking about it. Anthony Burgess, one of the great writers of the last century, warned that it is not good for a novelist to be too intelligent, although perhaps Falcó would be going too far. I have to reread one more time Six proposals for the next millenniumby Italo Calvino, because I’m almost sure that’s not what he meant.
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