Archive for the ‘Literature’ Category

21
Apr

La muerte de Ulises

Written on April 21, 2016 by Rafael Puyol in Arts & Cultures & Societies, IE University, Literature

INSTITUTO DE EMPRESA.  PROFESORESPor Rafael Puyol, Vicepresidente de Fundación IE

Los amantes de la novela negra con sabor mediterráneo estamos de enhorabuena con las recientes publicaciones de tres de los autores más consagrados del género: Donna León y “Las aguas de la eterna juventud”; Andea Camilleri, que ofrece “El caso Santamaría”; y Petros Márkaris, con la “Muerte de Ulises”.

Todos son buenos narradores de los avatares políticos, sociales y económicos de los lugares donde viven y en los que transcurrido la mayor parte  de su fecunda vida: Vencia es para Donna León la ciudad de sus novelas; Sicilia, el territorio para las de Camilleri; y Grecia, particularmente Atenas, para las de Márkaris.

Muchas veces he recomendado la lectura de las obras de este autor, armenio de origen, turco de nacimiento y griego de adopción. A través de ellas y del personaje estelar que ha creado, el comisario Kostas Jaritos, se puede seguir la azarosa historia reciente de este país. Su tetralogía de la crisis es la crónica negra de la versión contemporánea de la tragedia clásica. Y ahora, con la muerte de Ulises, Markaris vuelve a tocar un tema actual para Grecia y Europa como es la crisis de los refugiados.

El libro habla de más cosas porque es un conjunto de ocho relatos cortos hilvanados con sutileza, pero los cuentos sobre refugiados constituyen una referencia básica de uno de los dramas humanos más dramáticos que nos ha tocado vivir. Grecia sufre hoy día en primera persona lo que experimentó en sus propias carnes a lo largo del siglo XX, cuando sus ciudadanos, perseguidos en Turquía tuvieron que volver al país.

Márkaris recrea los tres escenarios en los que ha transcurrido su vida: Turquía, Grecia y Alemania. Y refiere historias de los turcos en Alemania y de los griegos en Turquía. Sus vidas, sus azares, sus aspiraciones, sus problemas, las persecuciones a manos de organizaciones xenófobas como los lobos grises en Turquía o Aurora Dorada de Grecia, están descritas con la sencillez narrativa de los grandes maestros. En medio de un drama de tan colosales proporciones, leer a Petros es un soplo de aire fresco.

20
Apr

IE Foundation Prizes in the Humanities

Written on April 20, 2016 by Administrador de IE Blogs in IE Humanities Center, Literature

One of the key aspects of IE mission, of our whole academic community, is the humanist point of view, the capacity to acquire a different voice in and insight of the world around us, to be able to see and articulate new possibilities of meaning.

In order to foster further the presentation before the whole IE community of such other voices and insights from our students and former students, the IE Humanities Center, our research and teaching  center specialized in the Humanities, convenes in collaboration with IE Foundation the IE Foundation Prizes in the Humanities.

The IE Foundation Prizes in the Humanities are convened in four different categories: Short story in Spanish and in English, Poetry in Spanish and in English, Short Film and Photography, and they are opened exclusively to students or former students of IE.

The three best works in each category or subcategory will be duly recognized. The prizes, granted by IE Foundation, will consist of a collective print edition of the awarded pieces together with a pen-drive of their digital versions together with the awarded short films. The edition will have a distribution of 1,500 copies, a hundred of which will be given to each winner for their personal, non-commercial use.

We encourage you to participate and show your capacity for expressing yourself with another voice or another insight, so we can all realize it.

If you want to participate or further information, please click here

22
Feb

The Name of Eco

Written on February 22, 2016 by Susana Torres Prieto in Literature

1127By Susana Torres Prieto, Professor of Humanities at IE University and IE Business School.

Over the weekend, we have repeatedly read how the world of culture is in mourn for the death of Umberto Eco, the Italian professor who many find difficult to define: philosopher, philologist, novelist, semiotician, intellectual, literary critic. I believe the term that better defined Eco was thinker, because thinking, and thinking differently, was what he always did. If the loss for the world of culture and the Humanities in general is great, for a specialist in medieval literature it is almost dramatic.

Umberto Eco is, together with Marc Bloch, Mikhail Bakhtin, Georges Duby and few others, one of the key thinkers in the area of Medieval Studies of the twentieth century. If Bloch redefined the history of mentalities, Bakhtin showed the power of laughter and carnival to better grasp social relations and Duby gave us an invaluable insight into private life, Eco taught us how to see and understand medieval evidence as if we were there. That is what semiology and semiotics –almost the same thing- is all about: being able to understand culture according to the mental structures and values of the people who created it. In Semiotics, the truth, as the beauty, is not in the eye of the beholder. It is like an immense act of love in refusing to impose a contemporary and personal point of view in order to let the culture of the past speak for itself by providing only the keys for such understanding. Only someone who had dedicated time and intelligence to study the Middle Ages with loving generosity could create a character as the Franciscan friar William of Baskerville.

In medieval studies, as in almost all areas of Humanities, advances are not made by ground-breaking discoveries, but by slow advancements in already known evidence. That is one of the reasons why Humanities are not in the news, and sometimes seem an anachronism in a world that tweeters and re-tweeters itself constantly. From time to time, someone dares to re-examine existing evidence with new eyes, trying a new approach or a new methodology, and Humanities, as a discipline, advances, moves a little step forward. Except in extraordinary cases, in the study of Humanities we don’t discover, we just re-discover. And sometimes there are strange cases in which originality in insight is combined with encyclopedic knowledge, and instead of a little step, a great leap is made. This is what Umberto Eco has done in the area of medieval studies, showing us how to look differently in order to better understand. As Casaubon says at the end of Foucault’s Pendulum “I should be at peace. I have understood”. There could hardly be a better epitaph for a semiotician.

15
Jan

matrioshka-maidanThursday, January 28th 2016, 6pm, at Refectory (Segovia)

Probably the greatest contribution of Russia to European culture, or at least the most acknowledged, has been the Russian 19th century novel, which encompassed as few other literary traditions the struggle for modernity as well as visions of a better future. Nowadays, Russian society struggles between past and present narratives, moving between official and underground accounts of her past and present. By confronting Russia’s past and present depictions of herself we might be able to discern which elements are still permanent of Russia’s vision of Russia.

Speakers:  Prof. Catriona Kelly, University of Oxford and Pilar Bonet, correspondent of El País in Russia. Moderator: Susana Torres, Associate Professor IE University

If you wish to attend please register here

14
Oct

Svetlana Alexiévich, or the hidden voice

Written on October 14, 2015 by Susana Torres Prieto in Literature

susanaBy Susana Torres Prieto, Professor of Humanities at IE University and IE Business School.

Don’t get me wrong, it must be terribly difficult to award prizes, of any kind. It must be, therefore, even more difficult to award one as important as the Nobel, and in a discipline as unmeasurable as literature. This year’s laureate, Svetlana Alexiévich, has been awarded a distinction previously granted to Pasternak or Solzhenitsyn, Mann or García Márquez, to name only a few. Only 24 hours before knowing the name of the winner, we were remembering the killing of Anna Politkóvskaya nine years ago, shot by a professional killer in the lift of the block of flats where she lived in Moscow. Could both facts be related?

Judging literature has become increasingly difficult since the dawn of post-structuralism and deconstruction, and the search for anything that might resemble an official, or uncontested canon, despite best efforts made by critics such as Harold Bloom, is often met with suspicion by those who prefer to be conceptual, or simply mistrust any sort of cultural dominance on the part of followers of traditional trends. Certainly, one could tell the story of two young lovers whose families disapprove of their love in a Twitter, or in three acts of a full play by Shakespeare, but the difference between the former and the latter is only whether you actually want to know what Shakespeare, in the mentioned case, thought about forbidden love and how good was he in keeping your attention going so the audience would not abandon the theatre. The difference is what we usually call literature. As A.C. Grayling mentioned in the last Hay Festival in Segovia a few days ago, listening, letting the text speak for itself, is one of the great adventures of the human spirit, being able to converse with those long gone, or, indeed, as he graphically put it, being able to “go to be with Jane Austen” from time to time.

Enjoyment is an essential part of any art, and the same goes for literature and too often we tend to forget that literature is made with words, words used differently, words placed differently, words saying something different and in a different form than in our everyday talk. If that were not the case, we would all be Nobel laureates.

Svetlana Alexiévich is a brave and courageous woman who has always tried to give voice to those whom official accounts of history and propaganda have tried to silence and forget. Her books on uncomfortable issues of the Soviet past of her native Belarus, Ukraine and Russia have not granted her much official endorsement in that part of the world, and she clearly steps in a literary tradition of Russian literature different from the great 19th century novels that clearly goes back to the “social sketches” inaugurated by Aleksandr Bestuzhev, Marlinsky (1797-1837) and was taken to unexpected levels of artistry by Anton Chekhov, a form of literary realism that denounced the poor conditions of the majority of the population by focusing on every-day, unimportant and monotonous details and that, maybe thanks to its  shortness and apparent lack of open criticism to the government, managed to bypass, unnoticed, the censorship of Soviet authorities. A form of literature in which both Mikhail Bulgakov and Ryszard Kapuściński, to name only a few, learnt to write, both with excellent results.

Svetlana Alexiévich shares with the widely mourned journalist Anna Politkóvskaya her permanent compromise with those the officialdom wants to leave behind, make them disappear from history, like the characters in George Orwell’s 1984. Anna died in Moscow, Svetlana lives now in Germany, but their fingers are pointing at the same direction. Whether that incredible merit is to be endorsed by a Nobel prize of Literature is another matter.

We use both our own and third-party cookies to enhance our services and to offer you the content that most suits your preferences by analysing your browsing habits. Your continued use of the site means that you accept these cookies. You may change your settings and obtain more information here. Accept