More Sweet Dreams Doris Lessing "Only the dead have seen the end of war" (Plato)
For
this
writer, born in the 50, the reading of this novel has too many connotations of a staff, say: "many resonances."
Echoes of that time inseparable arouse nostalgia that accompanies the memory of youth and not so pleasant voices that evoke a passion and idealism grown almost savage and esfumados languor and with a bad taste in the mouth.
Both believe that today we are pueriles, naive and very few answers for those who follow us, we interrogate and sometimes even ask us for.
Doris sums up his novel with the election of its title, in which the "dream" is a utopia (no place), and struggles to achieve it are tinged with an innocence of a boost repairman and an aesthetic merit that the adjectives "
sweet." Never so sweet when we look back from this present without horizons.
Were those years, a golden loophole that leaked between desolation, violence and voracity of the last century.
60 in London, a place and a time that serves as host for the meeting of three generations ride, was questioned and wonder, as a composition in three voices speaking to us from the wars and their aftermath.
Lessing, favors a watchful eye to conduct individual, group and community, new constructions vinculares that characterized the era and fads such individuals from that period.
Contradictions, strife and suffering of his characters are the focus of the story. The dominant political and ideological framework, which refers, seems relegated to the status of background on what unfolds the "dramatic" multiple actors to which the writer uses.
A three-storey house in a smart district of London, is the apex in which coexist, converge, and enter into collision the different stories that are integrated into a critical view of the time.
It is the home of Julia, German aristocrat married immediately after the First War with Phillip Lennox military English who participate in that conflict. Radicados in London, Lennox had a son: Johnny, who becomes recognized early in a militant socialist who do not take to migrate to communism.
Frances, daughter of a lawyer in London, needed as many heirs of the war to believe in a possible change, in a better world, becomes the wife of Johny with which they have two children: Andrew and Colin. This nucleus primary emerge as fruits that are multiplying the unique and diverse characters who populate the book and the mansion, which becomes a sort of microcosm in which recreates the surrounding reality.
A member of the Communist Party until 1956 English fighter and anti-apartheid in South Africa and Rhodesia, Lessing novel unfolds in this referential ability of a deep self-criticism.
How would Neruda: "We had the mustaches too long "......
The political nature of the work is at times subject to a customary solid construction and a clear vocation to dig into the human terrain in which the author shows how deeply knowledgeable.
Proceeds from this self-criticism, and perhaps warn of what unrepeatable time, the writer not saving on diatribes against stalinismo, and the sectors that live in the cradle of power was enriched at the expense of a world marginalized and peripherals, using that spontaneous Fresh and ideological mobilization as an excuse enabling them to transform it into real functional to their interests, and misery more starkly in their best marketing tool. During the reading of the novel, I imagined to Lessing saying "How we realized .... That waste "....
Without wishing to contribute to the fallacy of the theory of the Two Demons detect a critical lack toward another great actor of a world, which by then had reached the climax of a polarization intentional and directed.
In this universe there was only room for two positions radical and irreconcilable dilemáticas regulated by the so-called Cold War, the work of the dominant power that sowed fear of nuclear destruction of the planet.
We have already learned, I hope, that Nazism was a fold over capitalism, and we know that the possibilities of social movements are not benchmarked to the experience of communist Russia under Stalin.
For those of my generation, it would not be an absolute exceptionality involved and committed to the lines Lessing particularly those that address the ups and downs of the then teenagers.
Baby very close to the end a war that we do not live, breastfed humanist movement, in a period of wet blame and needs repair, arrived late, we were the agony of modernity, we aferrábamos, how those who intuyen a fall without end, garantismo to a story that presumíamos destined inevitably to a better future.
We were the tip of the mast of a vessel that had already sunk, born in the middle of the century and grew to arrullo of a movement that failed when we were adults.
Our philosophy of pure transcendence ended in actuality, in a frozen picture almost an icon of failure.
Perhaps the worst defeats was that of a generation that could do nothing but discourage those who grew mirándolos play a game without destination .... And today feel like arrows fired vacuum.