The articleist gives me an interview, Passionate about cinema, Traveler and multipremized novelist José Luis Muñoz (Salamanca, 1951). He studied Romanesque philology at the University of Barcelona during the years of the student revolts against the Franco dictatorship and militated in democratic opposition groups until Franco's death. Key figure of the black genre in Spain, has traveled with equal fortune by different genres, From the fantastic to erotic, going through the historical novel or humor. His works have been translated into Bulgarian, Czech, Italian and French and the literature blog has on the network, cine, TRAVEL AND SOCIEDAD LA SOLEDAD OF THE BACKGROUND ROAD. On this occasion I ask him about his last book of stories published, The okavango mokorero (Word). GINÉS J. VERA
We can read in The okavango mokorero, prior to these twelve stories, A prologue published in Playboy magazine. Why did he decided to resume him having already been published in 2002?
That article was published in Playboy magazine and it seemed like a good prologue against racism even if it was speaking of black female beauty. In that year, he 2002, Through African models, as previously in the United States with the political struggle of black panthers, something that was evident was visualized, that black race can be as beautiful as white or yellow, that this stigma of racism was getting up, at least, In the world of catwalks and partially in cinema. Unfortunately, There is a lot of way to do and we are seeing it in the political decisions that certain European countries take to stop the migrations that come from Africa.
Most stories have African or Africans like Leitmotiv, although some do not; The conductive thread seems to be the black race seen by eyes outside this, Isn't that so?
Indeed, There are African and others that take place in Europe, specifically in Spain, or in the United States. The point of view is that of the narrator. As a western white I can sing a mea blame saying that I have not yet been able to take off a paternalistic tic. Europeans practice ombliguismo, We are convinced that the world revolves around us and it is not so. Spain, France or England still have colonial rests and none of them have positively resolved integration and multiculturalism. Something fails in France when police and firefighters do not enter into certain neighborhoods or when Ripoll boys perpetrate a brutal attack in Barcelona and Cambrils.
Also in the same story, The female character says a curious phrase: “You can't imagine how vain all writers are”. I wanted to know if it is a kind of wink to your colleagues ex officio, Well, surely you will have dealt with the vanity of some on its multiple trips, I don't know if also in Africa.
As soon as the writer becomes a public character and reconists the interest of readers it is difficult not to fall into vanity. In a recent France Festival to which I always go, Lisle Noir, He spoke with a librarian of one of the few unavailable writers, Fred Vargas: It does not grant interviews, It does not go to festivals, It does not leave your home. It is an exception. When you think of writers and Africa automatically comes Ernest Hemingway., Mitified by its excesses. That is a cliché that I have turned around, completely, In the story that closes the anthology The okavango mokoreroAnd it's called The Leopard of Kilimanjaro: The protagonist is a writer who is exactly in Hemingway antipodes. I will also say that it is one of my preferred stories for its emotional load.
Regarding the aforementioned story, a The Leopard of Kilimanjaro, In a way, is it a tribute to Hemingway's work, The Nieves of Kilimanjaro, taken to the cinema in the years 50?
I had it present, Of course. That Henry King movie, as Mogambo, de John Ford, It has marked me. But I already say, The protagonist writer is the antithesis of Ernest Hemingway. The American writer was an extraordinary creator who nurtured his own experiences, But there was something destructive (His love for hunting and war, A Human Hunt) that became self -destructive and led him to fly his head. I do not rule out writing a hemingway novel that was already present in It rains on Havana.
