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Tavares</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-2662152296227525437</id><published>2011-08-14T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T05:51:05.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Uma Viagem à Índia&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UMA VIAGEM À ÍNDIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prémio Fernando Namora/Casino Estoril 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rtp.pt/noticias/?headline=46&amp;amp;visual=9&amp;amp;tm=4&amp;amp;t=Uma-Viagem-a-India-de-Goncalo-M-Tavares-vai-ser-uma-referencia-na-literatura-mundial-diz-membro-do-juri-da-APE.rtp&amp;amp;article=455419"&gt;- Grande &lt;span class="il"&gt;prémio&lt;/span&gt; Romance e Novela, Associação Portuguesa de Escritores&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt; - Prémio Melhor Narrativa Ficcional, 2010 da Sociedade Portuguesa de Autores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Prémio&lt;/span&gt; Especial de Imprensa, Ler/Booktailors - Melhor Livro 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- Premiado no Portugal Telecom (Brasil, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prémio Fundação Inês de Castro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/search/label/%22Uma%20Viagem%20%C3%A0%20%C3%8Dndia%22"&gt;Sobre Uma Viagem à Índia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.presidencia.pt/?idc=22&amp;amp;idi=58234"&gt;Discurso do Presidente da República - na atribuição do Prémio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rtp.pt/noticias/?headline=46&amp;amp;visual=9&amp;amp;tm=4&amp;amp;t=Uma-Viagem-a-India-de-Goncalo-M-Tavares-vai-ser-uma-referencia-na-literatura-mundial-diz-membro-do-juri-da-APE.rtp&amp;amp;article=455419" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.rtp.pt/noticias/?&lt;wbr&gt;headline=46&amp;amp;visual=9&amp;amp;tm=4&amp;amp;t=&lt;wbr&gt;Uma-Viagem-a-India-de-Goncalo-&lt;wbr&gt;M-Tavares-vai-ser-uma-&lt;wbr&gt;referencia-na-literatura-&lt;wbr&gt;mundial-diz-membro-do-juri-da-&lt;wbr&gt;APE. rtp&amp;amp;article=455419&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv1.rtp.pt/noticias/index.php?t=Goncalo-M-Tavares-venceu-o-Grande-Premio-de-Romance-e-Novela-da-APE.rtp&amp;amp;headline=20&amp;amp;visual=9&amp;amp;article=455476&amp;amp;tm=4"&gt;              Viagem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-2662152296227525437?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/2662152296227525437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/2662152296227525437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2011/08/uma-viagem-india-grande-premio-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-2041688500761276920</id><published>2011-07-16T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T01:49:09.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEXTOS - ENTREVISTAS</title><content type='html'>ENTREVISTAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://paragrafopontofinal.wordpress.com/2011/07/08/%E2%80%9Cha-muitas-coisas-que-ainda-gostava-de-fazer%E2%80%9D/"&gt;Entrevista, "Há muitas coisas que ainda...", Parágrafo, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/entrelivros/artigos/entrevista_goncalo_m__tavares_-ler_para_ter_lucidez-.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/entrelivros/artigos/entrevista_goncalo_m__tavares_-ler_para_ter_lucidez-.html"&gt;Revista EntreLivros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ipsilon.publico.pt/livros/texto.aspx?id=268246"&gt;Entrevista Ípsilon 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/entrevistas.php?id=8"&gt;Portal Literatura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://aeiou.visao.pt/entrevista-com-goncalo-m-tavares-epopeia-de-premios=f610015"&gt;jornal de letras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storm-magazine.com/novodb/arqmais.php?id=204&amp;amp;sec=&amp;amp;secn="&gt;Entrevista revista Storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41m3TF9BDmI"&gt;Entrevista-Brasil (saraiva)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.globo.com/Videos/Player/Noticias/0,,GIM771928-7823-PROSA,00.html"&gt;Globo Vídeo Luiz Ruffato&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dn.pt/inicio/interior.aspx?content_id=591683"&gt;Diário de Notícias - 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border-collapse: collapse;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;&lt;td style="width: 55.06%; padding: 0cm 3.5pt;" width="55%"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14pt;" lang="IT"  &gt;Do site &lt;a href="http://www.mertin-litag.de/"&gt;http://www.mertin-litag.de/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14pt;" lang="IT"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14pt;" lang="IT"  &gt;Gon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14pt;" lang="IT"  &gt;çalo M.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14pt;" lang="IT"  &gt;Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12pt;" lang="FR"  &gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12pt;" lang="FR"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 44.94%; padding: 0cm 3.5pt;" width="44%"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mertin-litag.de/authors_htm/Tavares-G-Dateien/image002.gif" height="170" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The Portuguese writer &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Gonçalo&lt;/span&gt; M. Tavares was born in Luanda in 1970 and grew up in Portugal. Beside his work as writer, he teaches Theory of Science at a university in Lisbon. Tavares has surprised his readers with the variety of books he has published since 2001 and has been awarded an impressive amount of literary prizes in a very short time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In 2005 he won the &lt;i&gt;José &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Saramago&lt;/span&gt; Prize&lt;/i&gt; for young writers under 35. In his speech at the award ceremony, &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Saramago&lt;/span&gt; commented&lt;i style=""&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jerusalém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; is a great book, and truly deserves a place among the great works of Western literature. &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Gonçalo&lt;/span&gt; M. Tavares has no right to be writing so well at the age of 35. One feels like punching him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-transform: uppercase;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jerusalém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt; was also awarded the &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Prêmio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; Portugal Telecom de &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Literatura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Língua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Portuguesa&lt;/span&gt; 2007.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tavares’ work has been published in the USA by &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Dalkey&lt;/span&gt; Archive and in France by &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Hamy&lt;/span&gt;, as well as, among others, in Brazil, Israel, Italy, Mexico, Poland and Spain. In Germany, Jerusalem will be launched by the publishing house DVA/Random House in 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Recently, his novel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-transform: uppercase;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-transform: uppercase;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; a rezar na Era de &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Técnica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt; has received the prestigious &lt;i style=""&gt;Prize of the Best Foreign Book 2010&lt;/i&gt; in France. This award has already been given to authors like Gabriel &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;García&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Márquez&lt;/span&gt;, Elias &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Canetti&lt;/span&gt;, John Updike, Mario Vargas &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Llosa&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;António&lt;/span&gt; Lobo &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Antunes&lt;/span&gt;. This novel was also &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;shortlisted&lt;/span&gt; for the renowned French literary awards&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Femina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Étranger&lt;/span&gt; Prize&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Médicis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; Prize&lt;/i&gt;.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mertin-litag.de/authors_htm/Tavares-G.htm"&gt;Site Mertin-Litag (english)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8pt;" lang="EN-GB"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8pt;" lang="EN-GB"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8pt;" lang="PT-BR"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-8788783018137353263?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/8788783018137353263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/8788783018137353263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2011/04/gon-calo-m.html' title=''/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-5272179068845317181</id><published>2010-12-10T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:34:32.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sobre Uma Viagem à Índia</title><content type='html'>"como um enredo de Kafka que tivesse sido reescrito por Bernardo Soares"&lt;br /&gt;José Eduardo Agualusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um grande livro de um grande escritor"&lt;br /&gt;Mário de Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Time Out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-5272179068845317181?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/5272179068845317181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/5272179068845317181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2010/12/sobre-uma-viagem-india.html' title='sobre Uma Viagem à Índia'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-4331844197348225152</id><published>2010-11-29T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T07:29:26.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Uma Viagem à Índia&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Aqui a forma tem uma outra lógica, impõe pausas e cortes e com isso dá um ritmo de leitura que é completamente distinto: condiciona o modo de ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;( ) “Uma Viagem à índia” em termos de género é muitas vezes uma coisa e o seu oposto. É também, em parte, um ensaio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Esta epopeia do séc. XXI, “Uma Viagem à Índia” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;conta as aventuras, mais mentais mas também físicas, de uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;personagem, Bloom, que sai de Lisboa em fuga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;em 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É como se, passo a passo, Bloom seguisse o percurso de "Os &lt;i&gt;Lusíadas"&lt;/i&gt;, mas acompanha-o como se partisse de um mapa de um outro mundo. Os acontecimentos são passados em 2003, com uma personagem de ficção que parece ela mesma saber que é personagem de ficção. Na viagem de Bloom todos os acontecimentos são mínimos, a mesquinhez do que lhe acontece está sempre presente. Não é um herói antigo, é uma personagem de ficção moderna, com as misérias modernas e com a ironia como arma que utiliza para se defender do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Bloom, em 2003,  não está já no mundo das grandes conquistas e das grandes descobertas colectivas.  Bloom é uma personagem de ficção que age totalmente sozinho. É um individualista do século XXI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Entrevista jornal Público)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-4331844197348225152?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4331844197348225152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4331844197348225152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2010/11/esta-epopeia-do-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-5191855672672561159</id><published>2010-11-17T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:09:49.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Uma Viagem à Índia&quot;'/><title type='text'>"Uma Viagem à Índia" no Brasil, Angola e Moçambique</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;Editorial Caminho – 16 Novembro 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;O mais recente livro de Gonçalo M. Tavares,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma Viagem à Índia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, de que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Vasco Graça Moura disse «&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;é um livro extraordinário. Estou convencido de que dentro de cem anos ainda haverá teses de doutoramento sobre passagens e fragmentos» vai ser publicado em Moçambique, Angola e Brasil por editoras do grupo Leya. Nestes três países de língua portuguesa, o livro será lança&lt;span&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;em Dezembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;Entretanto, em Portugal o livro está a suscitar uma viva reacção da crítica. Veja a seguir algumas dessas reacções:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;«&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma Viagem à Índia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é um livro que vai marcar com certeza, não apenas a História da Literatura Portuguesa mas provavelmente a cultura europeia»&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;(&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vasco Graça Moura, na apresentação da obra, CCB, 13/11/2010).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;«Este é um livro a muitos títulos surpreendente. Não pelo ineditismo ou pela novidade das peripécias, não por aspectos empolgantes da acção, mas, desde logo, pela maneira como, nele, caleidoscopicamente tudo se eleva à dignidade de literatura enquanto meio para retratar, talvez dizendo melhor, radiografar a condição humana.»&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Vasco Graça Moura, na apresentação da obra, CCB, 13/11/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;«&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uma Viagem à Índia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, com consciência aguda da sua ficcionalidade, navega e vive entre os ecos de mil textos-objectos do nosso imaginário de leitores. Como são todos os grandes livros, e este é um deles.»&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Eduardo Lourenço, prefácio à obra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;«É um livro cheio de fantasmas, fantasmas dos Lusíadas, fantasmas do homem contemporâneo, uma viagem, uma antiepopeia, e é um livro extraordinário. Estou convencido de que dentro de cem anos ainda haverá teses de doutoramento sobre passagens e fragmentos».&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Vasco Graça Moura, «A Torto e a Direito», TVI24, 6/11/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;«Uma obra que o confirma como uma voz absolutamente singular da actual literatura portuguesa. […] Em quase uma década de publicação, Gonçalo M. Tavares, 40 anos, afirmou-se como um «senhor» da literatura. Ousou agora seguir o canto de Camões em&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os Lusíadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, mas para narrar a odisseia de um homem simples nos tempos que correm.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma Viagem à Índia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, que acaba de publicar e que Eduardo Lourenço considera uma «navegação de alma pós-moderna», é uma verdadeira epopeia «mental».&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Luís Ricardo Duarte e Maria Leonor Nunes,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, 20/11/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;«Um texto que se faz a si próprio à medida que avança, desprezador dos códigos literários instituídos, dotado de uma filosofia do corpo […]. Livro absolutamente inolvidável por mais anos que se viva. Ou, de outro modo, um livro para a eternidade.»&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Miguel Real,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, 20/10/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;«Volume com uma ambição literária ímpar.»&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, 11/11/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;«Sob a forma de uma moderna epopeia (o que nem sempre coincide com uma anti-epopeia), ele é simultaneamente – e essa é uma das razões da sua grandeza – uma figuração interpretativa da época e uma teoria da forma do romance num mundo em que a realidade só fornece a esse género literário e à arte em geral, um terreno desfavorável, de tal modo que o problema central do romance é o fim das formas totais e acabadas. […] [Situamos Bloom na distinta família de que fazem parte o último homem de Nietzsche, o Monsieur Teste de Valéry, o Plume de Michaux, o Bernardo Soares, o Bartleby de Melville […] Mais do que uma personagem, é um princípio irradiante, nome da bloomificação do mundo. É a excelentíssima figura de um péssimo histórico, cultural e antropológico.»&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(António Guerreiro,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Expresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, 6/11/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;«&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma Viagem à Índia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é o momento mais ambicioso de uma obra pessimista que não abdica da memória e da exigência.»&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Pedro Mexia, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Público&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, «Ípsilon», 29/10/10)&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Segue também o link para o filme de Uma Viagem à Índia&lt;span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de Gonçalo M. Tavares&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntelHo27u1o" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(28, 81, 168);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?&lt;wbr&gt;v=ntelHo27u1o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-5191855672672561159?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/5191855672672561159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/5191855672672561159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-viagem-india-no-brasil-angola-e.html' title='&quot;Uma Viagem à Índia&quot; no Brasil, Angola e Moçambique'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-4262442667773361979</id><published>2010-11-17T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:04:12.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Uma Viagem à Índia&quot;'/><title type='text'>O Antes e o Depois - Diário digital</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diariodigital.sapo.pt/news.asp?section_id=188&amp;amp;id_news=479139"&gt;O Antes e o Depois de Gonçalo M. Tavares&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto: Pedro Justino Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diário digital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);font-family:Tahoma,Verdana;font-size:11px;"  &gt;quarta-feira, 17 de Novembro de 2010 | 11:06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O novo livro de Gonçalo M. Tavares editado pela Caminho vai marcar a literatura portuguesa, ocorrendo desde o seu lançamento um AVI (Antes de «Uma Viagem à Índia») e um DVI (Depois de «Uma Viagem à Índia»). Pelo menos é essa a opinião de Vasco Graça Moura, que, na apresentação da obra, no Centro Cultural de Belém, considerou que o livro «vai marcar com certeza não apenas a História da Literatura Portuguesa, mas provavelmente a cultura europeia».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coincidência de opiniões entre Zeferino Coelho e Vasco Graça Moura foi comum, embora ambos assegurem que não foi combinada. O editor da Caminho confessou no novo espaço criado no Centro Cultural de Belém (Sala de Leitura Jorge de Sena, «uma biblioteca recente mas que, segundo apurei, é viva e isso é indispensável») o seu «deslumbramento» com a obra, revelando ao mesmo tempo um segredo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Na minha vasta carreira só uma vez senti a emoção que passei ao ler «Uma Viagem à Índia». Foi há 30 anos, com «Levantado do Chão», de José Saramago», afirmou o editor, que disse que a obra já está editada em Moçambique e em Angola e que chegará ao Brasil em Dezembro. «É fundamental que este livro saia nos países de língua portuguesa e ainda bem que foi um português a escrevê-lo.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Este não é mais um livro, nem sequer mais um bom livro. É um livro que marcará um momento na literatura portuguesa», defendeu Zeferino Coelho, concluindo que, em 2110, «haverá colóquios e congressos com especialistas que vão estudar a passagem «A» ou «B» da obra ou as consequências que esta teve na literatura». Palavras e prognósticos que foram secundados por Vasco Graça Moura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«É um livro extraordinário. Estou convencido de que dentro de cem anos haverá teses de doutoramento sobre passagens e fragmentos de «Uma Viagem à Índia» (…) Este é um livro a muitos títulos surpreendente. Não pelo ineditismo ou pela novidade das peripécias, não por aspectos empolgantes da acção, mas, desde logo, pela maneira como, nele, caleidoscopicamente tudo se eleva à dignidade de literatura enquanto meio para retratar, talvez dizendo melhor, radiografar a condição humana.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Zeferino Coelho recordou «Levantado do Chão», Vasco Graça Moura referiu que também teve uma epifania, recordando a mesma sensação que sentiu quando leu «Memorial do Convento», também de José Saramago, autor que Gonçalo M. Tavares disse que um dia iria dedicar um dos seus livros («Uma Viagem à Índia» é dedicado a Eduardo Prado Coelho. «É uma maneira de dizer que não esquecemos deles»).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O orador advogou que a obra é difícil de catalogar («Será poesia? Será prosa?»), mas considerou a mesma uma «epopeia», «uma palavra que aparece por diversas vezes ao longo do livro».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Acredito que Bloom, o protagonista, saiu das páginas de «Ulisses», de James Joyce, mas ele é português (…), o livro retrata a nossa epopeia (…). Bloom é nós todos de certa forma», considerou Vasco Graça Moura, que deixou um recado aos leitores: «Mas muitas vezes é tão importante o percurso como os seus momentos isolados».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra matriz que encontramos em «Uma Viagem à Índia», e talvez a mais importante, seja «Os Lusíadas», de Luiz Vaz de Camões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Há pontos de contacto entre «Os Lusíadas» e este. A obra de Camões serve como bússola e cartografia no romance, há mais referências do que se pode pensar», sustentou Vasco Graça Moura. «Por exemplo, o aparecimento do Adamastor aparece aqui através de um velho com uma boca enorme e dentes amarelos.».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O orador terminou a sua apresentação com as palavras proferidas por Zeferino Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Daqui há um século haverá gente a organizar simpósios e teses sobre a obra de Gonçalo M. Tavares.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O autor de «Uma Viagem à Índia» ficou desarmado com a exposição de Vasco Graça Moura, salientando que «a leitura completa e meticulosa» do apresentador dispensava o que ele iria dizer sobre o livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Esta leitura apresenta uma leitura muito distinta do prefácio de Eduardo Lourenço e isso, para um autor, é gratificante. Terei de a ler depois com mais calma.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tavares disse ainda que «Uma Viagem à Índia» surgiu de uma ideia de responsabilidade com o passado, defendendo que o que diferencia o homem do animal não é o planeamento, mas a memória. «Um dos gestos mais característicos do homem é conservar a memória, olhar para o passado».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O autor admitiu também a sua «aproximação amorosa» aos «Os Lusíadas», «já que qualquer escritor tem de ter a noção de que não é a primeira carroça, antes deles muitos já escreveram coisas maravilhosas, mas também que não é a última e portanto deve deixar algo para os outros».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devido a sua complexidade, Gonçalo M. Tavares acredita que «Uma Viagem à Índia» exige uma «mudança de posição do leitor, que deve deslocar a sua cadeira, a sua mesa».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diariodigital.sapo.pt/news.asp?section_id=188&amp;amp;id_news=479139"&gt;Diário digital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);font-family:Tahoma,Verdana;font-size:11px;"  &gt;quarta-feira, 17 de Novembro de 2010 | 11:06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-4262442667773361979?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4262442667773361979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4262442667773361979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2010/11/diario-digital.html' title='O Antes e o Depois - Diário digital'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-8887979072981420741</id><published>2010-03-01T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:59:19.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teatro - Brasil</title><content type='html'>xx narrativas do século xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/oavestruz/4392348836/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  http://www.flickr.com/photos/oavestruz/4392348836/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;xx narrativas do século xx &lt;br /&gt;Textos de Thomas Bernhard e Gonçalo Tavares&lt;br /&gt;Atores: Mauro Zanatta e Leandro Daniel Colombo&lt;br /&gt;Local: Teatro da CAIXA Endereço: Rua Conselheiro Laurindo, 280, Centro – Curitiba Data: 03 de março Horários: quarta 20h Ingressos: 01 (um) livro não didático Bilheteria: (41) 2118-5111 (de terça a sexta, das 12 às 19h, sábado e domingo, das 16 às 19h) Classificação etária: Não recomendado para menores de 14 anos Lotação máxima do teatro: 125 lugares (02 para cadeirantes) www.caixa.gov.br/caixacultural &lt;a href="http://http://festadasemana.pop.com.br/curitiba/noticia_view.php?id=5122"&gt;http://festadasemana.pop.com.br/curitiba/noticia_view.php?id=5122&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-8887979072981420741?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/8887979072981420741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/8887979072981420741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2010/03/teatro-brasil.html' title='Teatro - Brasil'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-5215046073518200128</id><published>2010-01-06T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:09:36.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Independent</title><content type='html'>Jerusalem, By Gonçalo Tavares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters are damaged, violence is inevitable, the outlook is bleak – which is why 'Jerusalem' is riveting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reviewed by Daniel Hahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/jerusalem-by-gonccedilalo-tavares-dalkey-1850040.html"&gt;"Tavares has created something compelling, darkly beautiful and driven, and totally original. Jerusalem is not an easy book to read – at least insofar as it is more disturbing than reassuring, its characters are damaged and their stories distressing, the whole stripped back and entirely unsentimental. Yes, it's bleak – but it's also daring, thought-provoking and brilliant." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/"&gt;The Independent&lt;/a&gt;, Sunday, 3 January 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/jerusalem-by-gonccedilalo-tavares-dalkey-1850040.html"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-5215046073518200128?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/5215046073518200128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/5215046073518200128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2010/01/independent-jerusalem-by-goncalo.html' title='The Independent'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-4793749665667983696</id><published>2009-12-15T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:49:45.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Monde.Fr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Monsieur Calvino et la promenade", de Gonçalo M. Tavares : quand Italo Calvino promène son ballon&lt;br /&gt;LE MONDE DES LIVRES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cet hommage ludique d'un écrivain portugais à un auteur italien fait aussi irrésistiblement songer, comme dans un jeu de miroirs, à Antonio Tabucchi mettant en scène, dans son roman Requiem, une rencontre avec Fernando Pessoa, ou imaginant les hétéronymes de l'auteur de Bureau de tabac venant lui dire adieu avant sa mort (Les Trois Derniers Jours de Fernando Pessoa - Un délire, Seuil, 1994)... Une sorte de double aller-retour entre Italie et Portugal placé sous le signe des affinités littéraires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lemonde.fr/livres/article/2009/11/12/monsieur-calvino-et-la-promenade-de-goncalo-m-tavares_1266049_3260.html#ens_id=1139230&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monsieur Kraus et la politique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(..)&lt;br /&gt;Le personnage de Monsieur Kraus, impitoyable et réaliste, fait de ce livre le texte le plus engagé du « Bairro » déjà paru. C’est à dessein que Gonçalo M. Tavares a veillé à ne pas rattacher ce texte à une actualité précise, ni même à citer qui que ce soit, car il sait qu’il gardera à jamais sa fraîcheur et sa pertinence… Avec Monsieur Kraus, il est acide et féroce. Le non-sens caractéristique des messieurs est ici porté à son apogée. Ce livre, furieusement drôle, est surtout un pamphlet contre les agissements irresponsables des dirigeants que l’exercice du pouvoir et la vanité aveuglent. C’est l’archétype du chef absolu qui est dépeint dans les chroniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonçalo M. Tavares signe là une perle de causticité et d’humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bibliosurf.com/Monsieur-Calvino-et-la-promenade"&gt;&lt;a href="http://209.85.229.132/search?q=cache:BK04T1z8xhUJ:www.bibliosurf.com/Monsieur-Kraus-et-la-politique+gon%C3%A7alo+m.+tavares+monsieur+kraus&amp;cd=11&amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;ct=clnk&amp;gl=pt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-4793749665667983696?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4793749665667983696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4793749665667983696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2009/12/le-mondefr.html' title='Le Monde.Fr'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-442754731828985847</id><published>2009-12-15T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:19:55.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#810081;"&gt;Jornais de Israel. 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אני לא יודע מה לענות ואיך לענות. זהו נושא שמושך אותי, וזה כל מה שאני יכול לומר".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--&lt;&lt;&lt;oasis&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;!--&gt;    &lt;div class="ArticleBigImg"&gt;   &lt;img src="http://www.nrg.co.il/images/archive/465x349/1/119/977.jpg" alt=" " title=" " /&gt;&lt;div class="articleIBar"&gt;     &lt;span class="xsmall bold"&gt;חיבה גלויה לעם היהודי. טווארש&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="xxsmall"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--global_section--&gt;  &lt;!--&lt;&lt;&lt;tplxxxgalleryxxxpicture&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;!--&gt;    &lt;!--header--&gt;&lt;div id="articleSTitle" class="xlarge bold"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;- חשבת פעם ללמוד יהדות?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"קראתי לא מעט על יהדות, אבל העניין שלי בה הוא לא דתי. זה עניין אינטלקטואלי ולא דתי; מעולם לא חשבתי להתגייר". &lt;a onclick="nrg.lightbox('/app/?do=mms_nrg&amp;amp;op=signup&amp;amp;step=1&amp;amp;cat_id=5');return false;" href="http://www.nrg.co.il/app/?do=mms_nrg&amp;amp;op=signup&amp;amp;step=1&amp;amp;cat_id=5" id="mmsAdvLink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nrg.co.il/online/47/ART1/972/882.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-442754731828985847?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/442754731828985847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/442754731828985847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2009/12/jornais-de-israel.html' title=''/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-2425569132848773188</id><published>2009-12-15T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:11:59.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;no The Times Literary Supplement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-weight: bold;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Recensão à edição em língua inglesa de Jerusalem (Dalkey Archive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-weight: bold;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is a powerful little book and the Dalkey Archive should be commended for bringing it to an anglophone audience. The rest of the "kingdom" series is forth coming; if &lt;i&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt; is anything to go by, Tavares's standing will soon be global."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SygIWlhHa4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Nxm7vETKoFw/s1600-h/TLS+Dezembro+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SygIWlhHa4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Nxm7vETKoFw/s320/TLS+Dezembro+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415587736034175874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16pt;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-2425569132848773188?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/2425569132848773188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/2425569132848773188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2009/12/recensao-edicao-em-lingua-inglesa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SygIWlhHa4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Nxm7vETKoFw/s72-c/TLS+Dezembro+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-725913703675692812</id><published>2009-12-15T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:40:36.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="pagetitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HTMLGIANT / Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;a style="color: blue;" href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=X&amp;amp;q=http://htmlgiant.com/%3Fp%3D20155&amp;amp;ct=ga&amp;amp;cd=_iNfeAebQ1Y&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHRDY75YyyLQ1zHnMNVp7msCMkCTw" target="_blank"&gt;HTMLGIANT / Great Translations 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://htmlgiant.com/?author=2" title="Posts by Blake Butler" target="_blank"&gt;Blake Butler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://htmlgiant.com/?cat=276" title="View all posts in Random" rel="category" target="_blank"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://htmlgiant.com/?cat=276" title="View all posts in Random" rel="category" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;Great Translations of 2009&lt;/h2&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=121073571&amp;amp;ft=1&amp;amp;f=1035" target="_blank"&gt;NPR posts their 5 picks for best foreign fiction this year&lt;/a&gt;. A nice idea, but would have liked to see more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img title="globe3t" src="http://htmlgiant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/globe3t.gif" alt="globe3t" height="310" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here are a few other 2009 releases I read in translation this year and would highly recommend:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homage to Czerny&lt;/em&gt; by Gert Jonke [&lt;a href="http://www.dalkeyarchive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dalkey Archive&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Other City&lt;/em&gt; by Michal Ajvaz [&lt;a href="http://www.dalkeyarchive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dalkey Archive&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Deer&lt;/em&gt; by Aase Berg (trans. Johannes Göransson) [&lt;a href="http://www.blackocean.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Black Ocean&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tranquility&lt;/em&gt; by Attila Bartis [&lt;a href="http://www.archipelagobooks.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Archipelago&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Killing Kanoko&lt;/em&gt; by Hiromi Ito [&lt;a href="http://www.actionbooks.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Action Books&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/em&gt; by Goncalo M. Tavares [&lt;a href="http://www.dalkeyarchive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dalkey Archive&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conquest of the Useless&lt;/em&gt; by Werner Herzog [&lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/books/9780061575532/Conquest_of_the_Useless/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;HarperCollins&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babyfucker&lt;/em&gt; by Urs Allemann [&lt;a href="http://www.lesfigues.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Les Figues&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wittgenstein’s Nephew&lt;/em&gt; by Thomas Bernhard [&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio?isbn=9781400077564" target="_blank"&gt;Vintage&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-725913703675692812?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/725913703675692812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/725913703675692812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2009/12/htmlgiant-random-blake-butler-random.html' title=''/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-7182649675959746942</id><published>2009-12-15T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:04:41.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="ha"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id=":x3" class="hP"&gt;no library jo&lt;wbr&gt;urnal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Agua, Perro, Caballo, Cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;(Water, Dog, Horse, Head).&lt;br /&gt;Tavares, Gonçalo M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tr. by Ana M. García Iglesias. Mexico: Almadía. 2009. 91p. ISBN 978-607-411-026-5. pap. $10.95. STORIES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Agua, perro, caballo, cabeza" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=0ba308a790&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1259416e784ba01c&amp;amp;attid=0.1.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" align="left" hspace="4" /&gt;Angolan Tavares is perhaps the most original author writing in Portuguese today. Winner of numerous prizes and high praise from Nobel laureate José Saramago, Tavares currently teaches epistemology at the University of Lisbon. In this collection of 25 stories, where the ordinary and unusual cross paths, Tavares employs a tender and delicate approach. Though clinical at times, he offers a variety of case histories concerning the mad, the feeble, and even the cruel. In “Napoleon and the Violin,” a character named D’Olivet is certain he is being stalked by Napoleon Bonaparte. The grandfather of an ugly six-year-old girl reflects on life’s unfairness and tries to shield her from what is to come in “The River’s Objects.” “The Fourth Kingdom” offers an unusual triple strand of tales and reflections initially based on the Richter scale and how the damage of an earthquake is comparable to the damage inflicted in other realms. These stories offer discriminating readers an introduction to a voice, rhythm, and style worth exploring; the translation is flawless. Every important library should have this book on their shelves; highly recommended. [See also &lt;em&gt;Jerusalén&lt;/em&gt;, reviewed below.—Ed.]—&lt;em&gt;Catherine Rendón, Savannah, GA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jerusalén.&lt;br /&gt;(Jerusalem).&lt;br /&gt;Tavares, Gonçalo M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tr. by Rita de Costa García. Mexico: Almadía. 2009. 225p. ISBN 978-607-411-028-9. pap. $21.95. FICTION&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=0ba308a790&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1259416e784ba01c&amp;amp;attid=0.1.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" align="left" hspace="9" /&gt;The author of novels, poetry, and short stories (see the collection &lt;em&gt;Agua, Perro, Caballo, Cabeza&lt;/em&gt;, reviewed above), Tavares is poised for a long and distinguished literary career. It is not just the ease with which he writes but also his ability to weave deeper philosophical musings into the narrative that make him a master at his craft. This story brings together four individuals &lt;img alt="Jerusalen" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=0ba308a790&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1259416e784ba01c&amp;amp;attid=0.1.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" align="right" border="1" /&gt;whose actions culminate on the dawn of one May 29 in an unnamed city. Dr. Theodor Busbeck, one of the protagonists, is obsessed with trying to make sense of evil and violence and the ultimate horror that results from a series of circumstances and choices. He is so intent on a sweeping historical view of his subject that he fails to see the concatenation of events around him. Tavares deftly moves through the labyrinths of philosophical inquiry, sounding out the mysteries of human behavior. The starkness of the scenes and the immediacy of the characters’ reactions and thoughts are reminiscent of Georg Büchner’s play, &lt;em&gt;Woyzeck&lt;/em&gt;. Lovers of Joyce, Saramago, Lobo Antunes, and Banville will be mesmerized and want to reread this book, which is bound to become a classic and a keystone in the author’s oeuvre. Highly recommended for all libraries and bookstores.—&lt;em&gt;Catherine Rendón, Savannah, GA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-7182649675959746942?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/7182649675959746942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/7182649675959746942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-mexico-agua-perro-caballo-cabeza.html' title=''/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-402169619225135360</id><published>2009-09-09T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:13:41.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='França'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Bairro'/><title type='text'>O Bairro em França</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/Sqf0iF2XzwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KBGoyyiYLn0/s1600-h/Portrait+LH+2009-1-150jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/Sqf0iF2XzwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KBGoyyiYLn0/s320/Portrait+LH+2009-1-150jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379537146440306434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-402169619225135360?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/402169619225135360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/402169619225135360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-bairro-em-franca.html' title='O Bairro em França'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/Sqf0iF2XzwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KBGoyyiYLn0/s72-c/Portrait+LH+2009-1-150jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-3091126383579216527</id><published>2009-01-06T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:55:26.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aprender a Rezar na Era da Técnica'/><title type='text'>Aprender a rezar na era da Técnica (companhia das Letras) - Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://209.85.129.132/search?q=cache:dpl7ULCLstUJ:www.portogente.com.br/texto.php%3Fcod%3D19550+%22companhia+das+letras%22+%22aprender+a+rezar+na+era+da+t%C3%A9cnica%22&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;cd=11&amp;amp;gl=pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portogente.com.br/texto.php?cod=19550"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;Os novos nomes do mal-estar na literatura contemporânea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Roberto Bolaño e Gonçalo M. Tavares)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:36;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SWO2KT4Zj3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XzkAz_-pDeQ/s1600-h/capaAprenderaRezar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SWO2KT4Zj3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XzkAz_-pDeQ/s320/capaAprenderaRezar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288270675714871154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://209.85.129.132/search?q=cache:dpl7ULCLstUJ:www.portogente.com.br/texto.php%3Fcod%3D19550+%22companhia+das+letras%22+%22aprender+a+rezar+na+era+da+t%C3%A9cnica%22&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;cd=11&amp;amp;gl=pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119);font-size:7;" &gt;23 de Dezembro de 2008 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:7;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;por Alessandro Atanes * Portoliterário (Brasil)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sei que as festas estão chegando, mas outra&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119);font-size:7;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:7;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; força de fim de ano, a retrospectiva, aponta para um tema nada natalino, "o mal-estar na civilização", expressão com que Sigmund Freud nomeou um de seus mais importantes livros, publicado em 1930, entre as guerras mundiais. Isso porque 2008 foi frutífero em edições brasileiras de dois dos principais autores contemporâneos: o chileno Roberto Bolaño e o português Gonçalo M. Tavares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SWO0U5u6SkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sEO2ONRhpP0/s1600-h/capaAprenderaRezar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288268658651056706" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SWO0U5u6SkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sEO2ONRhpP0/s1600-h/capaAprenderaRezar.jpg" style="'width:160.5pt;height:240pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\Goncalo\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtml1\06\clip_image001.jpg" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SWO0U5u6SkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sEO2ONRhpP0/s320/capaAprenderaRezar.jpg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SWO0U5u6SkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sEO2ONRhpP0/s1600-h/capaAprenderaRezar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-3091126383579216527?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/3091126383579216527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/3091126383579216527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2009/01/os-novos-nomes-do-mal-estar-na.html' title='Aprender a rezar na era da Técnica (companhia das Letras) - Brasil'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SWO2KT4Zj3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XzkAz_-pDeQ/s72-c/capaAprenderaRezar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-8726586969722886922</id><published>2009-01-05T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:01:45.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aprender a Rezar na Era da Técnica'/><title type='text'>A Loucura do Homem sem Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bravonline.abril.com.br/literatura/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Revista BRAVO! |Dezembro/2008 (Brasil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bravonline.abril.com.br/conteudo/literatura/livrosmateria_407186.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Crítica - A Loucura do Homem Sem Medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Com ''Aprender a Rezar na Era da Técnica'', o escritor português Gonçalo M. Tavares traça um retrato da esquizofrenia como há muito tempo não se via na literatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paula Barcello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 face="trebuchet ms"&gt;  &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="file:///C:/Users/Goncalo/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-8726586969722886922?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/8726586969722886922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/8726586969722886922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2009/01/loucura-do-homem-sem-medo.html' title='A Loucura do Homem sem Medo'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-6589119777946768214</id><published>2008-12-02T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:46:29.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O senhor Breton e a entrevista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/STUUeTsZdyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Lsp5vnaa0to/s1600-h/breton+capa+4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/STUUeTsZdyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Lsp5vnaa0to/s320/breton+capa+4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275145049449527074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caminho, novembro 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-6589119777946768214?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/6589119777946768214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/6589119777946768214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-senhor-breton-e-entrevista_02.html' title='O senhor Breton e a entrevista'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/STUUeTsZdyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Lsp5vnaa0to/s72-c/breton+capa+4+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-4473942773031942880</id><published>2008-12-02T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:22:12.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Bairro'/><title type='text'>Sobre o Bairro</title><content type='html'>"Gonçalo M. Tavares criou um Bairro portátil, um maravilhoso Chiado literário – que jamais arderá – onde compram pão e tomam aperitivos &lt;i&gt;O Senhor Valéry&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;O Senhor Juarroz&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;O Senhor Walser&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;O Senhor Henri&lt;/i&gt; (Michaux), &lt;i&gt;O Senhor Calvino&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;O Senhor Brecht&lt;/i&gt;, entre outros. O seu Bairro é de uma originalidade impressionante."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Wj3C7c"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                                         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                          Enrique Vila-Matas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Graças à lógica e ao desenho, o senhor Valéry encontrava sempre a solução."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jacqu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es Roubaud (no Prefácio à primeira edição francesa - os textos do sr. Valéry foram lidos numa sessão do OULIPO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"universos lúdicos, engenhosos e humorados." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bernardo Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“deliciosa invenção gráfico-literária”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Franco Marcoaldi - “la Repubblica”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cada um dos seus livros (ou série de livros) é um caleidoscópio que manipula a realidade para melhor a observar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Manguel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-4473942773031942880?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4473942773031942880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4473942773031942880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-senhor-breton-e-entrevista.html' title='Sobre o Bairro'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-2628099467360219734</id><published>2008-11-13T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:40:51.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reacções em França</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  lang="FR" &gt;« Un Kafka portugais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  lang="FR" &gt;Gonçalo M. Tavares va-t-il devenir um produit d' exportation au même titre que le porto ou la saudade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  lang="FR" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  lang="FR" &gt;Impossible de résumer ce roman radieusement noir sinon qu'il ne cesse de brouiller les frontières entre la raison et la folie, l'horreur et la dérision, l'absurde et la gravité. Entre les Marx Brothers et Hannah Arendt. Audacieux mélange à savourer phrase par phrase. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  lang="FR" &gt;Elisabeth Barillé, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Le Figaro magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;« Avec une sidérante maestria qui rappelle Kafka ou Gombrowicz, Tavares nous interroge sur des sujets aussi graves que le mal, la folie ou la peur. Loin d'un énième pensum à thèse, ce brillant &lt;i&gt;Jérusalem&lt;/i&gt; n'exclut toutefois pas l'humour, à l'occasion de quelques digressions surprenantes – sur les chaussures, les poils pubiens ou le danger des blagues ! »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;Baptiste Liger, &lt;i&gt;Lire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;« Jérusalem est un grand roman sur l'enfermement et l'oppression, où Tavares affirme que l'on peut être, à tour de rôle, victime ou bourreau, puisque la neutralité humaine n'existe pas. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;Christine Ferniot, &lt;i&gt;Télérama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;« Magistral réflexion kafkaienne sur la peur, la folie et la douleur »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 212.4pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;Lire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;« &lt;i&gt;Jérusalem &lt;/i&gt;est un grand livre. Le jeune auteur Gonçalo M. Tavares y mène une réflexion magistrale sur les frontières souvent ténues qui séparent l'humain de l'inhumain, la raison de la folie. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;Allan Kaval, &lt;i&gt;Marianne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;« Un roman [...] qui fait férocement penser aux deux « K » de l'Est du XXe siècle : Kafka et Kundera. [...] Une ballade romantique et stridente entre raison et folie, le mal et la survie, l'inné et l'acquis. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;Hubert Artus, &lt;i&gt;Optimum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;« Le plus grand don du jeune romancier Gonçalo M. Tavares réside dans sa capacité, en tant qu'écrivain, à réduire le monde en fragments pour le reconstruire à nouveau, comme s'il s'agissait de sa propre création. Chacun de ses livres (ou série de livres) est un kaléidoscope qui manipule la réalité pour mieux l'observer […]. &lt;i&gt;Jérusalem &lt;/i&gt;est peut-être sa création la mieux réussie, un chef-d'œuvre original, profond et intelligent abordant le thème de la souffrance humaine. […] Un drame complexe et émouvant sur l'aliénation du monde contemporain. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;Alberto Manguel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;« Poète, romancier et dramaturge, pour [Tavares] la poésie n'est pas incompatible avec la logique mais relève plutôt d'une forme de science individuelle qui peut aborder tous les sujets et faire usage de toutes les formes de langage. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;Les Belles étrangères&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;« Les éditions Vivianne Hamy proposent, en magnifique traduction, un seul volet d'une trilogie d'un auteur né en 1970, surgi en littérature en 2001, déjà couvert de prix et ayant, dans sa précocité flamboyante, abordé tous les genres, du théâtre à la poésie. Il est grand temps de prendre ce train en marche. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;« Magistral ! Et follement réjouissant » &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 106.2pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;Marianne Payot, L' EXPRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;« Rarement oeuvre romanesque a possédé autant de densité. En cela, le poète et romancier Gonçalo M. Tavares est une révélation. Pour tenter de cerner l'inquiétante beauté de ce drame, [...] il faut se tourner du côté de Georg Kaiser, de Gottfried Benn, d'Ernst Toller ou des premiers poèmes de Johannes R. Becher, de la littérature et du théâtre expressionnistes. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;S. F., &lt;i&gt;Magazine littéraire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;"Tavares, le Kafka de Lisbonne. Il y a des débuts qui ne trompent pas. Celui du premier roman de Tavares, jeune auteur portugais, ouvre la porte d'un véritable univers. Lisez «Jerusalém» !! »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 177pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Valérie Marin La Meslée, Le Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 177pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;« Jérusalem traite aussi de la résistance. Les fous et les déjetés: tous debout contre la police de la pensée. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="margin-left: 141.6pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Claire Devarrieux, Libération&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 141.6pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 141.6pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;« Parabole en forme de spirale, empruntant son rythme au montage des films expressionnistes allemands, distillant l'angoisse d'un Kafka mais imposant la distance érudite d'un Borges. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 141.6pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 141.6pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Antoine Perraud, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; La Croix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-2628099467360219734?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/2628099467360219734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/2628099467360219734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/11/reaces-em-frana.html' title='Reacções em França'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-3711534571300021482</id><published>2008-10-17T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:38:27.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traduções'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jerusalém'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Bairro'/><title type='text'>França</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Em França sobre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerusalém e Mr. Valéry&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SPiUtVXBCSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IiC4DxbOj8w/s1600-h/telerama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SPiUtVXBCSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IiC4DxbOj8w/s320/telerama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258116071503759650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Télérama, 15 Outubro 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-3711534571300021482?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/3711534571300021482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/3711534571300021482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/10/frana.html' title='França'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SPiUtVXBCSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IiC4DxbOj8w/s72-c/telerama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-1887869084233279477</id><published>2008-10-06T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:19:01.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='França'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traduções'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Reino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jerusalém'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Bairro'/><title type='text'>Livros em França</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqb_RA51aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Kiqbv6YPIxE/s1600-h/Jerusal%C3%A9m+-+Fran%C3%A7a001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqb_RA51aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Kiqbv6YPIxE/s320/Jerusal%C3%A9m+-+Fran%C3%A7a001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254183426482361762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerusalém&lt;/span&gt; em Francês com tradução de Marie-Hélène Piwnik, &lt;a href="http://www.viviane-hamy.fr/fiche-ouvrage.asp?O=229"&gt;Éd. Viviane Hamy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqb1iPXchI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DqXNUa0vUKc/s1600-h/Val%C3%A9ry-+fran%C3%A7a001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqb1iPXchI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DqXNUa0vUKc/s320/Val%C3%A9ry-+fran%C3%A7a001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254183259307733522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edição de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O senhor Valéry &lt;/span&gt;em Francês com tradução de Dominique Nédellec, &lt;a href="http://www.viviane-hamy.fr/fiche-ouvrage.asp?O=230"&gt;Éd. Viviane Hamy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Alguns dos artigos publicados em França sobre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerusalém&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqWg3FeTmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Txt8iPjwZzI/s1600-h/Mag+Litteraire-+def002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqWg3FeTmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Txt8iPjwZzI/s320/Mag+Litteraire-+def002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254177406567992930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Magazine Littéraire, outubro 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqWg4V91bI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gPmOMYSPsXk/s1600-h/figaro_magazine+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqWg4V91bI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gPmOMYSPsXk/s320/figaro_magazine+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254177406905603506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Figaro magazine, 4 Outubro 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ver também o artigo publicado no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.zone-litteraire.com/actu.php?art_id=1429"&gt;Zone Littéraire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-1887869084233279477?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/1887869084233279477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Livro da dança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histórias falsas'/><title type='text'>Edições no Estrangeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqUPi-mybI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g44SLV2y0t0/s1600-h/Livro+da+dan%C3%A7a+-+Brasil001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqUPi-mybI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g44SLV2y0t0/s320/Livro+da+dan%C3%A7a+-+Brasil001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254174910089447858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No Brasil também foi recentemente editado &lt;a href="http://www.casadapalavra.com.br/livros/index.php?codigo=360"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Histórias Falsas &lt;/span&gt;pela Casa da Palavra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Goncalo/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Goncalo/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Goncalo/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;México&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqUP52rLkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/T_2rDw0R4Bg/s1600-h/Hist%C3%B3rias+Falsas+-+M%C3%A9xico001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqUP52rLkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/T_2rDw0R4Bg/s320/Hist%C3%B3rias+Falsas+-+M%C3%A9xico001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254174916230196802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-4663622182186567482?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4663622182186567482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4663622182186567482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/10/tradues.html' title='Edições no Estrangeiro'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqUPi-mybI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g44SLV2y0t0/s72-c/Livro+da+dan%C3%A7a+-+Brasil001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-4276570832648969282</id><published>2008-10-06T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:40:54.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traduções'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Reino'/><title type='text'>Várias edições de Jerusalém</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqTDU5lmOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/avVLVDH_Fek/s1600-h/Jerusal%C3%A9m+-+Fran%C3%A7a001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqTDU5lmOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/avVLVDH_Fek/s320/Jerusal%C3%A9m+-+Fran%C3%A7a001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254173600640243938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Roménia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqTDu9BvEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/r9AqLhn3Yuc/s1600-h/Jerusal%C3%A9m-+rom%C3%A9nia001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqTDu9BvEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/r9AqLhn3Yuc/s320/Jerusal%C3%A9m-+rom%C3%A9nia001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254173607633992770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Eslovénia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqTDy9zqbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8_6QU4dMDkw/s1600-h/Jeruzalem-+eslov%C3%A9nia001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqTDy9zqbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8_6QU4dMDkw/s320/Jeruzalem-+eslov%C3%A9nia001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254173608711006642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hungria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqTEYesdpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jSzuNNZZHyk/s1600-h/Jurusal%C3%A9m+-+Hungria001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqTEYesdpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jSzuNNZZHyk/s320/Jurusal%C3%A9m+-+Hungria001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254173618781058706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-4276570832648969282?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4276570832648969282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4276570832648969282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/10/vrias-edies-de-jerusalm.html' title='Várias edições de Jerusalém'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SOqTDU5lmOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/avVLVDH_Fek/s72-c/Jerusal%C3%A9m+-+Fran%C3%A7a001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-7472384622773686120</id><published>2008-05-29T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:59:15.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='água cão cavalo cabeça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traduções'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histórias falsas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 10px; text-align: justify;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Gonçalo M. Tavares&lt;/b&gt; nasceu em 1970.&lt;br /&gt;Desde dezembro de 2001 publicou romances, poesia, ensaio e contos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; text-align: justify;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Recebeu o mais importante prémio do Brasil - Portugal Telecom 2007;&lt;br /&gt;o Prémio José Saramago 2005 e o Prémio LER/Millennium BCP 2004 com o romance - "Jerusalém" (Caminho);&lt;br /&gt;o Prémio Branquinho da Fonseca da Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian e do jornal Expresso, com o livro O Senhor Valéry (Caminho);&lt;br /&gt;o Prémio Revelação de Poesia da Associação Portuguesa de Escritores com Investigações.Novalis (Difel);&lt;br /&gt;e o Grande Prémio de Conto da Associação Portuguesa de Escritores "Camilo Castelo Branco" com água, cão, cavalo, cabeça (Caminho).&lt;br /&gt;Os seus livros deram origem a peças de teatro, objectos de artes plásticas, vídeos de arte, ópera, etc., bem como a teses académicas em Portugal, Brasil e Itália.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; text-align: justify;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em 2008 recebeu em Itália o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Premio Internazionale &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Trieste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; text-align: justify;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Aprender a rezar na Era da Técnica" é o seu último romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; text-align: justify;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Vinte e um dos seus livros estão a ser editados em vinte países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIÇÕES ARGENTINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram lançados no início do mês de Maio na editorial &lt;a href="http://www.letranomada.com/pages/home.php"&gt;Letranómada&lt;/a&gt;, (Buenos Aires, Argentina) os&lt;a href="http://www.letranomada.com/pages/libros/agua-perro-caballo-cabeza.php"&gt; livros água, cão, cavalo, cabeça&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SD7QODkyStI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TkNZXODAND0/s1600-h/agua,perro,caballo,cabeza+letranomada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SD7QODkyStI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TkNZXODAND0/s320/agua,perro,caballo,cabeza+letranomada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205827159183215314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;a href="http://www.letranomada.com/pages/libros/historias-falsas.php"&gt;histórias falsas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SD7QOjkySuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h0q-8djHY-8/s1600-h/hist%C3%B3rias+falsas+letranomada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SD7QOjkySuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h0q-8djHY-8/s320/hist%C3%B3rias+falsas+letranomada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205827167773149922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numa tradução para o castelhano de Florencia Garramuño.&lt;br /&gt;Recensões  no diário&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://goncalomtavares.googlepages.com/LETRANOMADA1.Clarn..24.05.2008.jpg"&gt;O clarin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, na &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laprensa.com.ar/suplementos/nota.asp?ed=2779&amp;amp;tp=10&amp;amp;no=89365"&gt;Prensa Digital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no diário&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SIhMuMVdlKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kk_ybZcUjTM/s1600-h/tavares-ADNnacion.jpg"&gt;La Nación&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, entre &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://goncalomtavares.googlepages.com/EDITORIALLETRANOMADA2.Crtica.09.05.2.jpg"&gt;outros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-7472384622773686120?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/7472384622773686120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/7472384622773686120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/05/edies-argentina.html' title=''/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/SD7QODkyStI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TkNZXODAND0/s72-c/agua,perro,caballo,cabeza+letranomada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-4589328401464393515</id><published>2008-01-22T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:05:31.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Reino'/><title type='text'>Aprender a rezar na Era da Técnica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5aMOW1ZNyI/AAAAAAAAADk/HNArw5V83a8/s1600-h/capa+aprender+a+rezar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158464601475069730" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5aMOW1ZNyI/AAAAAAAAADk/HNArw5V83a8/s320/capa+aprender+a+rezar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;O novo romance dos «Livros pretos» de Gonçalo M. Tavares, livro que se segue ao romance &lt;strong&gt;Jerusalém.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Aprender a rezar na Era da Técnica&lt;/strong&gt; é a história de Lenz Buchmann, médico que a certa altura decide trocar a medicina pela política. Este livro relata as fases de força, doença e morte de Lenz Buchmann. Os conflitos de família, a forma de lidar com a doença por parte de um homem poderoso, as reacções da cidade a um crime, as relações de antagonismo com outra família. A natureza, a técnica, a força, a fraqueza. Por fim, a decadência.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de &lt;strong&gt;Um Homem: Klaus Klump&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;A Máquina de Joseph Walser&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Jerusalém&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Aprender a rezar na Era da Técnica&lt;/strong&gt; mantém o mesmo olhar sombrio sobre a condição humana: «O que vês quando olhas para onde todos olham?» &lt;/p&gt;«O que nas pessoas estranhas, desviadas por passo próprio ou enxotadas pelos outros, o fascinava era a absoluta liberdade individual com que faziam as suas escolhas. Num louco ou num pedinte que vagueava pelas ruas a pedir pão e sopa e que, de noite, tal qual os outros humanos, só queria dormir, Buchmann via quem poderia escolher em liberdade pura, e sem consequências, a sua moral individual. Moral que nem sequer tem um par, um elemento que a acompanhe. Quem iria contestar a «vida imoral» de um pedinte ou de um louco? Aqueles homens tinham já em si, pela sua diferença, uma carga de imoralidade universal e profunda, que os tornava imunes às pequenas imoralidades praticadas. Um louco, tal como um pedinte, não era imoral. Eram indivíduos sem cópia, semelhantes a um rei; alguém que não tem par, que não tem aquele que está ao seu lado. E por isso não há para esses homens escorraçados, como não há para o homem mais poderoso, qualquer critério de comparação. Buchmann olhava com admiração para aqueles homens que traziam no bolso um sistema jurídico único, com o seu nome no fim. De certa maneira, era isso que Buchmann desejava; ser portador de um sistema legal cujas leis só fossem aplicadas a si; ser portador de uma moral que não é a do mundo civilizado nem a do mundo primitivo; que não é a moral da cidade ou sequer a moral da sua família mas a moral que tem o seu nome, apenas o seu, escrito por cima. »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerto de &lt;strong&gt;Aprender a rezar na Era da Técnica&lt;/strong&gt;, Caminho, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aboutthebooks-sobreoslivros.blogspot.com/search/label/Aprender%20a%20Rezar%20na%20Era%20da%20T%C3%A9cnica"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ler mais sobre Aprender a rezar na Era da Técnica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-4589328401464393515?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4589328401464393515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4589328401464393515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/aprender-rezar-na-era-da-tcnica.html' title='Aprender a rezar na Era da Técnica'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5aMOW1ZNyI/AAAAAAAAADk/HNArw5V83a8/s72-c/capa+aprender+a+rezar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-184357578748879160</id><published>2008-01-22T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T04:09:45.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Bairro'/><title type='text'>O Senhor Walser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5aJ_21ZNxI/AAAAAAAAADc/_RW5BWIJmfE/s1600-h/walser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158462153343710994" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5aJ_21ZNxI/AAAAAAAAADc/_RW5BWIJmfE/s320/walser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;«Como Walser está contente! Mal se abre a porta de sua casa - sente ele - entra-se noutro mundo. Como se não fosse apenas um movimento fisíco no espaço - dois passos que se dão - mas também uma deslocação - bem mais intensa - no tempo; do pé de trás que vem ainda com o cheiro da terra e com a sensação, nada objectiva, mas que existe, de que se está rodeado de coisas vivas que não compreendemos na totalidade e não nos compreendem - os elementos da floresta -, desse pé de trás para o pé da frente, que já ultrapassou a ombreira da porta, a distância não deve ser medida em centímetros de passada, mas em séculos, talvez milénios.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerto de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Senhor Walser&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;desenhos &lt;a href="http://rachelcaiano.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel Caiano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.editorial-caminho.pt/"&gt;Editorial Caminho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-184357578748879160?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/184357578748879160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/184357578748879160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-senhor-walser.html' title='O Senhor Walser'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5aJ_21ZNxI/AAAAAAAAADc/_RW5BWIJmfE/s72-c/walser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-4479465274037878332</id><published>2008-01-22T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:31:08.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos'/><title type='text'>Água, cão, cavalo, cabeça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5aGF21ZNwI/AAAAAAAAADU/RBuBBjQCjSc/s1600-h/Ã¡gua+cÃ£o+cavalo+cabeÃ§a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158457858376414978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5aGF21ZNwI/AAAAAAAAADU/RBuBBjQCjSc/s320/%C3%A1gua+c%C3%A3o+cavalo+cabe%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Água cão, cavalo, cabeça&lt;/strong&gt; é um livro de pequenas histórias, fragmentos, mistura de narrativas. São como que canções. Por vezes depressivas, outras vezes, trágicas. Raramente alegres. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«No número 18 passam-se coisas. É um bairro pobre, e por isso proibiram as canções tristes, vê como saltam durante as festas.— Um velho de oitenta anos foi morto. Ele caminhava como os velhos: mais ligado ao anterior passo que ao próximo. Tenho força porque não sei, não conheço. Decorar um quarto de criança não é o mesmo que escolher o tipo de caixão para o velho de oitenta anos espancado até à morte por dois rapazes (disseram ontem nas notícias). Encontraram-no no meio do lixo: se fosse uma mulher ou um rapaz, novos, bonitos, seria fácil ver as diferenças do corpo em relação ao espaço: porque era Verão e no calor a pele, no que é jovem, exibe-se.E havia calor, mas sedução não. (Que ridículas certas palavras em certos contextos.) Bateram nele, no velho, como se bate nos velhos, com mais força, pela cobardia dele, a do velho, que nem é novo para se defender.&lt;br /&gt;E havia calor, mas sedução não. (Que ridículas certas palavras em certos contextos.) Bateram nele, no velho, como se bate nos velhos, com mais força, pela cobardia dele, a do velho, que nem é novo para se defender.Mas ninguém viu pernas, nem ombros de cor de corpo: era tudo lixo, de uma cor escura, igual, ligados pelo feio, e no meio o velho com oitenta anos: como é difícil encontrar um velho morto no meio do lixo. Parecia Inverno, naquela casa com o n.o 18, desabitada, com o chão coberto de lixo: guarda-chuvas partidos, roupa rasgada, bocados de objectos, um frigorífico deitado sem porta (vês o que é aquilo: dois braços do velho morto), jornais, muito jornais. Puxaram-no pelos braços e o corpo estava ali todo, debaixo do lixo. O velho de oitenta anos.&lt;br /&gt;— Se o filho dele descobre quem fez isto — alguém disse. "Não busques na erva muda, Busca a erva muda." Um poeta nórdico — Bo Carpelan — escreveu estes dois versos e eu assinalei-os com o meu lápis-encontrador-de-belezas, assinalei-os ainda no ano 2000, 27 de Novembro de 2000. Com o lápis assinalei-os, a substituir o cartaz que é costume colocar-se em sítios públicos: atenção!, aqui há algo para se olhar duas vezes (pelo menos). A fisiologia é neutra porque é possível que seis homens busquem o corpo de um velho de oitenta anos que desapareceu de casa, que o procurem no meio de uma lixeira e que passem mesmo ao lado de uma das suas mãos de cadáver ou perna, e entre essa fisiologia de perna morta e a fisiologia de um metal velho poucas diferenças existem». &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerto de "a mulher" de &lt;strong&gt;Água, cão, cavalo, cabeça&lt;/strong&gt;, Caminho, 2006, 94 págs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-4479465274037878332?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4479465274037878332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/4479465274037878332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/gua-co-cavalo-cabea-um-livro-de.html' title='Água, cão, cavalo, cabeça'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5aGF21ZNwI/AAAAAAAAADU/RBuBBjQCjSc/s72-c/%C3%A1gua+c%C3%A3o+cavalo+cabe%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-2889659544007446628</id><published>2008-01-22T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T08:02:06.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Reino'/><title type='text'>Jerusalém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YSzW1ZNtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UabMkwpb5-w/s1600-h/Jerusalem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158331096711640786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YSzW1ZNtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UabMkwpb5-w/s320/Jerusalem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um livro sobre os limites da loucura e da razão. Livro também sobre a crença. O livro começa com Mylia a tentar entrar numa igreja às quatro da manhã. Mylia, uma mulher forte, tem uma doença mental e acaba internada num hospício. Theodor Busbeck, seu ex-marido desenvolve um estudo sobre o mal e o horror ao longo da História. Há depois uma personagem terrível, assustadora, Hinnerk, um ex-combatente. Mylia engravida no hospício e tem um filho de um outro internado. As personagens cruzam-se, conduzidos por um destino que não dominam, na noite em que tudo começa e tudo termina.Romance que pertence ao Reino (conjunto de romances cujo tema central é o mal). Estes também são conhecidos como os livros pretos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;«Como as substâncias se separavam logo à partida, entre as que avançavam com a vontade própria e as que esperavam com a obediência estática (e nisso dividiam-se como alguns homens). Os sapatos eram a obediência pura, a escravidão mesquinha, enojavam-lhe naquele momento; a sabujice destes materiais em relação ao homem. Nenhum cão é tão sabujo como estas substâncias. Não há possibilidade de diálogo entre substâncias que nascem logo em campos opostos, em campos, não inimigos, que isso seria pensar na possibilidade de elevação do homem que agarra na arma para combater; ali, pelo contrário, o afastamento não era entre substâncias inimigas ou entre dois predadores que se preparam para combater por um pequeno território; tratava-se simplesmente de passividade absoluta de um lado, e do outro energia forte, que constrói ou destrói, mas que modifica sempre. Não somos uma coisa que espera, murmura Mylia, enquanto avança a passos fortes para a igreja.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerto de "&lt;strong&gt;Jerusalém&lt;/strong&gt;", romance, Círculo de Leitores, 2004; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.editorial-caminho.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prémio Ler-Millenium-BCP&lt;br /&gt;Prémio José Saramago 2005&lt;br /&gt;Prémio Portugal Telecom de Literatura 2007 (Brasil)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-2889659544007446628?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/2889659544007446628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/2889659544007446628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/jerusalm.html' title='Jerusalém'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YSzW1ZNtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UabMkwpb5-w/s72-c/Jerusalem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-7064741745888026446</id><published>2008-01-22T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:00:17.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Bairro'/><title type='text'>O Senhor Calvino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YPum1ZNrI/AAAAAAAAACs/IExE_sPHa8U/s1600-h/calvino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158327716572378802" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YPum1ZNrI/AAAAAAAAACs/IExE_sPHa8U/s320/calvino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Senhor Calvino é uma personagem que gosta de dar longos passeios e coloca constantemente desafios existenciais a si próprio, tais como transportar pelo bairro uma barra metálica paralela ao solo, ou levar 10 kg de terra de um local para outro, utilizando uma colher de chá – para treinar a paciência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;«Do alto de mais de trinta andares, alguém atira da janela abaixo os sapatos de Calvino e a sua gravata (quem?). Calvino não tem tempo para pensar, está atrasado, atira-se também da janela, como que em perseguição. Ainda no ar alcança os sapatos. Primeiro, o direito: calça-o; depois, o esquerdo. No ar enquanto cai, tenta encontrar a melhor posição para apertar os atacadores. Com o sapato esquerdo falha uma vez, mas volta a repetir, e consegue. Olha para baixo, já se vê o chão. Antes, porém, a gravata; Calvino está de cabeça para baixo e com um puxão brusco a sua mão direita apanha-a no ar e, depois, com os seus dedos apressados, mas certeiros, dá as voltas necessários para o nó: a gravata está posta. Os sapatos, olha de novo para eles: os atacadores bem apertados; dá o último jeito no nó da gravata, bem a tempo, é o momento: chega ao chão, impecável.» &lt;a href="http://rachelcaiano.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerto de "1º sonho de Calvino", d' &lt;strong&gt;O Senhor Calvino&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;desenhos &lt;a href="http://rachelcaiano.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel Caiano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.editorial-caminho.pt/"&gt;Editorial Caminho&lt;/a&gt;, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-7064741745888026446?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/7064741745888026446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/7064741745888026446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-senhor-calvino.html' title='O Senhor Calvino'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YPum1ZNrI/AAAAAAAAACs/IExE_sPHa8U/s72-c/calvino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-709998669816457925</id><published>2008-01-22T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:00:51.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Bairro'/><title type='text'>O Senhor Kraus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YMh21ZNoI/AAAAAAAAACU/tTldSu-Mb7I/s1600-h/Kraus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158324198994163330" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YMh21ZNoI/AAAAAAAAACU/tTldSu-Mb7I/s320/Kraus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YLp21ZNnI/AAAAAAAAACM/RT1I2vbmp30/s1600-h/Kraus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O senhor Kraus é um jornalista que é convidado para fazer uma crónica sobre política. Para além da acidez e ironia com que vai comentando os diversos acontecimentos políticos, o senhor Kraus, nas suas crónicas inventa, três personagens: o Chefe e os dois Auxiliares. Episódios e diálogos que satirizam os tiques universais dos políticos. Pertence à série O Bairro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;«Uma enorme comitiva de economistas entrou nos aposentos centrais. Traziam um relatório gigante. Era o diagnóstico; o estado da economia do país ali estava, ao pormenor. Três meses de trabalho envolvendo mais de 32 mil economistas. Bem remunerados, mas era merecido: o relatório tinha mais de seiscentas páginas. E um índice. Foi no índice que o Chefe pegou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Isto ajuda muito. Facilita a consulta – disse o Chefe, surpreendido.- Ajuda muito – concordou o Presidente da Comitiva dos Economistas. – O Chefe vê aqui o tema abordado e logo depois, uns espacinhos mais à frente, surge a página. - Excelente ideia!! – exclamou o Chefe.- Já tem sido utilizada noutros trabalhos de outras pessoas; mesmo fora da política. E até noutros países. Quando os relatórios são muito grandes a indicação das páginas onde cada tema é aprofundado permite que quem consulte o documento não perca muito tempo até encontrar o assunto que lhe interessa.O Chefe estava fascinado. Aquela questão do índice. Que ideia!! Estava bem rodeado, sem dúvida. Estes economistas!!»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerto de "O índice", d' &lt;strong&gt;O Senhor Kraus&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;desenhos &lt;a href="http://rachelcaiano.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel Caiano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.editorial-caminho.pt/"&gt;Editorial Caminho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-709998669816457925?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/709998669816457925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/709998669816457925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-senhor-kraus.html' title='O Senhor Kraus'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YMh21ZNoI/AAAAAAAAACU/tTldSu-Mb7I/s72-c/Kraus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-3749012989476523675</id><published>2008-01-22T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:55:35.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Bairro'/><title type='text'>O Senhor Juarroz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YNFW1ZNpI/AAAAAAAAACc/lcGPS0Yf7No/s1600-h/juarroz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158324808879519378" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YNFW1ZNpI/AAAAAAAAACc/lcGPS0Yf7No/s320/juarroz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YKoW1ZNmI/AAAAAAAAACE/pcMxHzO4X7A/s1600-h/juarroz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livro de pequenas histórias de um tal senhor Juarroz. Livro pertencente à série O BAIRRO. O senhor Juarroz é um homem que teoriza tudo, mas é completamente desastrado na vida prática. A mulher do senhor Juarroz lá vai evitando maiores desastres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;«O senhor Juarroz pensou num Deus que, em vez de nunca aparecer, aparecesse, pelo contrário, todos os dias, a toda a hora, a tocar à campainha. Depois de muito meditar sobre esta hipótese o senhor Juaroz decidiu desligar o quadro da electricidade.» &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerto de "A morte de Deus", d'&lt;strong&gt;O Senhor Juarroz&lt;/strong&gt;, desenhos &lt;a href="http://rachelcaiano.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel Caiano&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.editorial-caminho.pt/"&gt;Editorial Caminho&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-3749012989476523675?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/3749012989476523675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/3749012989476523675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-senhor-juarroz.html' title='O Senhor Juarroz'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5YNFW1ZNpI/AAAAAAAAACc/lcGPS0Yf7No/s72-c/juarroz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-3709188670636368186</id><published>2008-01-18T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:39:12.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Reino'/><title type='text'>A Máquina de Joseph Walser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5CjwW1ZNiI/AAAAAAAAABo/xhpb-lsSYH0/s1600-h/A+mÃ¡quina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156801624497796642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5CjwW1ZNiI/AAAAAAAAABo/xhpb-lsSYH0/s320/A+m%C3%A1quina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romance que decorre exactamente no mesmo período do romance &lt;strong&gt;Um homem: Klaus Klump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; A personagem central deste romance, Joseph Walser, é, no entanto, ao contrário de Klaus Klump, um homem fraco, que se afasta do centro dos conflitos, que aceita tudo, passivamente. A evolução de Joseph Walser pode ser entendida em contraponto à de Klaus Klump. Joseph Walser é trabalhador de uma fábrica, e trabalha directamente com uma máquina – máquina essa que alterará por completo a sua vida. Romance que pertence a O Reino (conjunto de romances cujo tema central é o mal). Estes também são conhecidos como os livros pretos. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;«Não tinha sequer uma pistola, mas eliminara a grande fraqueza da existência, fizera desaparecer a primária fragilidade da espécie: não possuía qualquer inclinação para o amor ou para a amizade! E nesse momento, a caminhar em plena rua, desarmado, observando de cima os seus sapatos castanhos, velhos, sapatos irresponsáveis como troçava Klober, nesse mesmo momento Walser sentia-se tão seguro – e ao mesmo tempo ameaçador – como se avançasse dentro de um tanque pela rua. Porém, subitamente, deu um salto para o lado. Quase pisara uma massa alta. Era um homem. E estava morto.» &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Máquina de Joseph Walser&lt;/strong&gt;, romance, Caminho, 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-3709188670636368186?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/3709188670636368186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/3709188670636368186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/mquina-de-joseph-walser.html' title='A Máquina de Joseph Walser'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5CjwW1ZNiI/AAAAAAAAABo/xhpb-lsSYH0/s72-c/A+m%C3%A1quina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-6748940103569686281</id><published>2008-01-18T04:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T04:33:28.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Reino'/><title type='text'>Um Homem: Klaus Klump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5Cb8m1ZNhI/AAAAAAAAABg/bCrp38g2kuY/s1600-h/Um+homem+k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156793038858171922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5Cb8m1ZNhI/AAAAAAAAABg/bCrp38g2kuY/s320/Um+homem+k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A personagem central deste romance é Klaus Klump, um homem forte, filho de famílias ricas, homem que se manterá sempre no centro dos conflitos, quer esteja de um lado ou de outro. Com ele se cruzará também uma mulher forte – Herthe – alguém que fará tudo para se manter sempre no lado dos que vencem. No fundo deste livro está um conflito militar. Romance que pertence a O Reino (conjunto de romances cujo tema central é o mal). Estes também são conhecidos como os livros pretos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;«Há exercícios para treinar a verdade como, por exemplo, ter medo. Ou então ter fome. Depois restam exercícios para treinar a mentira: todos os grupos são isto, e todos os negócios.Estar apaixonado é a outra forma de exercitar a verdade.»- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Homem: Klaus Klump&lt;/strong&gt;, romance, Caminho, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-6748940103569686281?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/6748940103569686281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/6748940103569686281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/personagem-central-deste-romance-klaus.html' title='Um Homem: Klaus Klump'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5Cb8m1ZNhI/AAAAAAAAABg/bCrp38g2kuY/s72-c/Um+homem+k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-7065973617112393925</id><published>2008-01-18T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T04:36:31.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Bairro'/><title type='text'>O Senhor Brecht</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5CbRW1ZNgI/AAAAAAAAABY/yegaPwtCn60/s1600-h/Brecht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156792295828829698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5CbRW1ZNgI/AAAAAAAAABY/yegaPwtCn60/s320/Brecht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Senhor Brecht &lt;/strong&gt;é um contador de histórias. Senta-se numa sala praticamente vazia e vai contando pequenas histórias entre o absurdo e o humor negro. A sala vai enchendo aos poucos, o que lhe trará no final um novo problema: o público tapa a porta de saída – e o senhor Brecht fica assim encurralado com o seu próprio sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;«Por um curto-circuito eléctrico incompreensível o electrocutado foi o funcionário que baixou a alavanca e não o criminoso que se encontrava sentado na cadeira. Como não se conseguiu resolver a avaria, nas vezes seguintes o funcionário do governo sentava-se na cadeira eléctrica e era o criminoso que ficava encarregue de baixar a alavanca mortal.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerto de "Avaria" d'&lt;strong&gt;O Senhor Brecht&lt;/strong&gt;, Editorial Caminho, 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-7065973617112393925?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/7065973617112393925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/7065973617112393925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-ssenhor-brecht.html' title='O Senhor Brecht'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R5CbRW1ZNgI/AAAAAAAAABY/yegaPwtCn60/s72-c/Brecht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-43526784161981706</id><published>2008-01-17T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:01:48.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Bairro'/><title type='text'>O senhor Henri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R4_kPm1ZNcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4sbJk1Zig74/s1600-h/Henry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156591055136175554" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R4_kPm1ZNcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4sbJk1Zig74/s320/Henry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Senhor Henri&lt;/strong&gt; é um falador. Tem dois grandes amores: o absinto e as enciclopédias. Ao mesmo tempo que não pára de beber absinto vai discorrendo sobre os mais diversos assuntos enciclopédicos. As suas informações parecem não interessar aos seus interlocutores, no entanto isso não é motivo bastante para o senhor Henri se calar. Há medida que as páginas avançam o absinto vai fazendo efeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;«... é verdade que se um homem misturar absinto com a realidade fica com uma realidade melhor.... mas também é certo que se um homem misturar absinto com a realidade fica com um absinto pior.... muito cedo tomei as opções essenciais que há a tomar na vida – disse o senhor Henri.... nunca misturei o absinto com a realidade para não piorar a qualidade do absinto.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Senhor Henri&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;desenhos &lt;a href="http://rachelcaiano.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel Caiano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.editorial-caminho.pt/"&gt;Editorial Caminho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-43526784161981706?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/43526784161981706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/43526784161981706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-senhor-henri.html' title='O senhor Henri'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R4_kPm1ZNcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4sbJk1Zig74/s72-c/Henry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674603850375394734.post-6759622729889255980</id><published>2008-01-17T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:01:18.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Bairro'/><title type='text'>O senhor Valéry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R497021ZNYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ijFHRsV8Y3M/s1600-h/capa003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156476246365386114" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R497021ZNYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ijFHRsV8Y3M/s320/capa003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R497iG1ZNXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-drX1jo3MuE/s1600-h/capa003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Senhor Valéry&lt;/strong&gt; é um homem que leva a lógica até aos limites, na tentativa de explicar o mundo. As suas explicações são sempre acompanhadas de desenhos. Tem um animal doméstico nada usual e uma casa de férias muito estranha. Chega a explicações absurdas, apenas porque nunca prescinde da sua lógica. Há quem tenha dito que lembra Tati ou o Principezinho. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;«O Senhor Valéry era pequenino, mas dava muitos saltos. Ele explicava: Sou igual às pessoas altas só que por menos tempo.» &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prémio Branquinho da Fonseca Gulbenkian/Expresso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Senhor Valéry&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;desenhos &lt;a href="http://rachelcaiano.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel Caiano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.editorial-caminho.pt/"&gt;Editorial Caminho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674603850375394734-6759622729889255980?l=goncalomtavares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/6759622729889255980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674603850375394734/posts/default/6759622729889255980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goncalomtavares.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-senhor-valry.html' title='O senhor Valéry'/><author><name>if</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813737922545000237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLgqwI2sdUM/R497021ZNYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ijFHRsV8Y3M/s72-c/capa003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
