This study – which introduces the writer Luiz Ruffato and his novel Eles eram muitos cavalos to a francophone public – assumes that this Brazilian writer. Durante um único dia, Luiz Ruffato percorre a cidade de São Paulo tentando desvendá-la. A cidade onde vive o autor é apresentada em flashes e fragmentos, . São Paulo, terça-feira, 9 de maio de Durante um único dia, o autor percorre a cidade tentando desvendá-la. Não apenas os engarrafamentos, parques ou.
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Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. The city is more than cafalos traffic jams, parks, and global financial maneuvering. Paperbackpages. Published October 14th by AmazonCrossing first published To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about There Were Many Horsesplease sign up. So, is there a story here?
The description makes it sounds like it is just a description of the city without any actual story. The narrative does not have the traditional guffato of the plot.
But it has history and conflict. The city is the protagonist. She is the link between chapters. Very worth the experience. See 1 question about There Were Many Horses….
Lists with This Book. Oct 02, Lyn rated it liked it. Organized into 68 short chapters with tit Luiz Ruffato published Eles Eram Muitos Cavalos in to critical acclaim in his native Brazil.
Using poetry, stream of consciousness, and non-literary techniques one chapter lists the books in a bookshelf and another is a transcript from a voicemail recorder this novel has the feel of a hip documentary. Sometimes disturbing, sometimes sad, and almost always interesting, this was nonetheless something of a chore for this reader. I can see what the author was doing and I can appreciate the art form, but I was not always buying what he was selling. No entanto, recomendo a leitura.
Acho a ideia boa. Mamma son tanto felice, O mundo inimigo e Vista parcial da noite. Um livro revelador de como vivemos em uma sociedade BEM doente, desigual e insana. I rufvato to call There Were Many Horses a novel because this experimental piece of writing doesn’t conform to that expected format at all.
Ruffato writes about a single day by luuz of sixty-eight vignettes. Some are just a few lines – a horoscope or a weather re I hesitate to call There Were Many Horses a novel because this experimental piece of writing doesn’t conform to that expected format at all.
Eles Eram Muitos Cavalos
Some are just a few lines – a horoscope or a weather report. Others, my favourites, extend to several pages of breathless stream-of-consciousness prose which I found earm absolute joy to read even though their subject matter is frequently disturbing.
People die violently in Sao Paulo. Poverty, drugs, corruption, prostitution and alcoholism are rife and we learn about their victims at first hand. There Are Many Horses begins with a Cecilia Meireles quote “There were so many horses but no one remembers their names” and those words accurately sum up how I was left at the end of the book.
Eles eram muitos cavalos y las búsquedas del realismo actual
Many of Ruffato’s people are actually named, but there are so many struggling to cope with such desperate lives that they blend into a flood of humanity. I remember details now, but couldn’t tell you which tale was whose and, as a reader, it doesn’t matter. What is wonderfully memorable is the frantic metropolitan atmosphere created and the sense almost of having genuinely visited Sao Paulo.
See more of my book reviews on my blog, Literary Flits Oct 14, Don O’goodreader rated it liked it Shelves: It consists of 68 observations of city life on a “typical day. Even the traditional narrative might be interrupted with long enumerations. This is an English translation of a Portuguese work, but still as the observation were of Sao Paulo, I frequently felt I was missing to local cultural references, which were necessarily used throughout.
Over all, I felt something was lost in the translation from Brazilian culture to mine. I won a copy of this book in a Goodreads First Reads giveaway on October 14, I received my copy on October 29, Feb 22, Elizabeth Grieve rated it did not like it Shelves: I could not read this It’s disjointed, confusing, and I’m not sure it can be classed as a novel.
No doubt if one knows Sao Paolo or wishes to go there, it might be of interest as a series of city vignettes.
Reviewed in exchange for a preview ebook. Luiz Ruffato, descoberta do ano pra mim! Verdades nuas e cruas. Oct 05, Phyllis rated it it was ok Shelves: I wanted to like this book.
It is written by a rising Brazilian author, and I usually enjoy reading the work of new authors from other countries. But sadly it was all I could do not to quit reading this book in the first few pages. I suppose I am just getting too old to really enjoy new-fangled approaches to novels. This one is written in snippets that are more like poetry than prose, which I guess is fine if that is what you enjoy.
It was not until page 24 that any of the bits began to even look I wanted to like this book. It was not until page 24 that any of the bits began to even look like a short story. Honestly, I just don’t understand the value of writing in run-on sentences, without punctuation or capitalization, and without any real indication of where the voices change.
Then there was the content. The book is set in Sao Paulo, and geez oh man does this book make Sao Paulo seem like a terribly depressing, violent, poor, and angry place. I gave it 2 stars only because I was finally able to finish reading it. I try to reserve 1-star ratings for books I dislike so much that I can’t even finish them. Nov 14, Mandy rated it it was ok.
The lack of structure apparently reflects the impossibility of reproducing the complexity of the city, and is an homage to its dynamic and diversity. The book has been much praised, so perhaps the fault is mine, but essentially I found it unreadable. Faz tempo que quero ler livro do Luiz Ruffato, mineiro de Cataguases. Certamente vou ler outras obras do Rufatto, gostei muito.
Dynamic, explosive, fragmentary book. An interesting picture of a day in a megalopolis.
Amo ler e reconhecer os bairros, me sinto em casa pra variar. Numa mesma cidade encontra-se de tudo, e tanto mais quanto maior for a cidade. So not my cup of tea. I like my books with relatable or at least interesting characters, a plot, and proper grammar. Unfortunately this book has none of them. Some of the characters might actually be rather interesting if only they were given more time to develop, but as the book is a collection of short vignettes, that does not happen.
Even the most tragic events did not make me feel anything because I never had time to get emotionally invested in the book. I understand that the chaotic struct So not my cup of tea. I have never been a fan of stream-of-consciousness writing, and when I see a long block of text without any punctuation, I have to struggle to keep myself from inserting all the omitted commas, full stops and other punctuation marks.
I’m glad that in this case my willpower was strong enough so I didn’t get in trouble for vandalising a library book. Gosto muito do estilo do Ruffato nesse livro. Dec 24, Tauan Tinti rated it really liked it. Obvious bait and switch: Apr 26, Roger Brunyate rated it really liked it Shelves: I call it a novel only for want of a better term.
Its pages consist of 69 fragments, ranging from a single paragraph to several pages in length. Prose and poetry, stories and snatches of dialogue, classified ads, lists ranging from books to whores, menus, a weather report, and even a baptismal certificate, Most are printed normally, but others are laid out like concrete poetry or set in a variety of typefaces. So many horses, but no one remembers their names…. It is a city I would rather read about than visit; if we are to believe Ruffato, it is a place of corruption, violence, and prostitution.
But in Ruffato’s prose, even brutality has its poetry: Its only urge was to escape down some stinking gully or sleepy alley, through pools of darkness and light, which, mutually encouraged, turned each other inside out. But here at least, someone does. While you cannot look to this for the normal character and continuity of a novel, it does develop considerable humanity when seen as a collection of very short stories interspersed with other materials.