El mundo

From a recent, yet not so recent reading of the novel El mundo by Juan José Millas:
An autobiography by the adult author through the perspective of his childhood. He is an inventor of sentences, characters, and stories, his father an inventor of instruments-in particular an electric scalpel capable of creating a wound and healing it at the same time as the blood vessels cauterize. While his father’s instrument was a medical scalpel, Juan Jose’s was the pen.

The blade of the pen, comfortable in the writer’s hand, carefully separates the woven strands of plant fiber with each stroke, each letter, each sentence, opening a small wound in the paper’s flesh, while simultaneously healing, healing the mind’s frustrations, healing the soul’s longings, healing the aches of the heart. Some are still fresh as my ink bleeds from the paper. I am writing my own autobiography.

(Many of these are older entries recently posted. Soon what I wrote will catch up to life, and life will catch up to what I write)