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Fiction

Blúmsdei

By Cid Cabido

About this book

With an 'uninterrupted' text of 127 pages, the author narrates in real-time the events in which he took part over eleven days in after 31st May 2005. Away from classical fiction conventions and using speculating or symmetrical adjectives and constant changes in register, the author follows the line of literature and research as the guiding principle for a text that has no plot, this is his personal Bloom Day (blúmsdei) in the landscape of O Morrazo. His use of spoken language (writing exactly as we speak) as a disruption of conventional fiction that sees the readers from a patronising perspective, and his seeing the writer as a human being expressing her or his view of reality, are the most important traces of this text of Cid Cabido, who is in the avant-garde of contemporary writing. This book goes back to the roots of literature seen as artistic expression and a path to knowledge.

Book fragment

Society is like some kind of huge cunt with shark’s teeth. On the upper jaw we have the companies, those guys who live without working and are the whole fucking day travelling here and there with their private jets and closing multi-million dollar deals and they just think of boozing and snorting lines and eating like boas at the cost of the effort and suffering and hardship of millions of poor souls that on top of it all have to feel great because they are given the change to be fucked up in an eight-hour, ten-hour, twelve-hour, fourteen-hour, sixteen-hour work days and then they can go to their depressing supermarket in their neighbourhood and buy some shitty beer and the same shitty wine and ketchup and fries and shit like that. They take all that fucking rubbish that, apart from being contaminated heavy metal, is fucking expensive, and they lock themselves in their matchbox of the usual paper walls to watch one of those disgraceful American movies that make you suicidal, where there is an endless series of black men wearing diamonds on their ears and white men of short beards shooting with their little fingers sticking out, showing off their guns in a presumptuous and pathetic way, as if they were sure, so damn sure that they are going to impress the poor couple like that…