El libro in嶮ito del gran escritor rioplatense que recoge las cartas que escribi?entre 1987 y 1989 a su tima mujer. Un testimonio valios疄imo de su universo literario y personal. «Princesa, esto no es una carta para vos ( qu?te puedo decir que ya no te haya dicho, de bueno y de malo?), sino que, como otras veces, utilizo tu imagen de interlocutor privilegiado para desarrollar mi mon鏊ogo de bqueda, buscando precisamente que tu imagen me ayude a no salirme demasiado de la raz鏮 .
Entre 1987 y 1989, mientras Mario Levrero viv燰 en Buenos Aires, trabajando en revistas de crucigramas para conseguir el dinero suficienteque le permitiera comprar lo que m嫳 anhelaba: tiempo para dedicarse a escribir, inici?un romance con Alicia Hoppe, quien hab燰 sido la mujer de un viejo amigo y, m嫳 tarde, su m嶮ica personal, que lo acompa嚧 durante a隳s en sus devenires psicosom嫢icos. En ese momento, ella resid燰 en Colonia, y estas cartas son testimonio del inicio y crecimiento de ese amor adulto y, tambi幯, registro literario de las obsesiones, temores e ilusiones de un singular escritor, con un poder de observaci鏮 y an嫮isis extraordinario.
Este libro in嶮ito existe gracias a la cuidada edici鏮 de Ignacio Echevarr燰 y la generosidad de Alicia, quien, como en aquellos a隳s, una vez m嫳 despert?el alma rezagada del escritor, que a veces se perd燰 en sus propios laberintos.
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION A collection of letters the great Uruguayan author wrote to his wife between 1987 and 1989. A unique testimony to Levrero's literary and personal universe. "Princess, this isn't a letter to you (what can I tell you that I haven't already said, both good and bad?). Like other times, I am using you as my sounding board to develop my searching monologue without straying too far from reason."
Between 1987 and 1989, Mario Levrero lived in Buenos Aires and worked at crossword puzzle magazines to make enough money to do what he really wanted: write. During that time, he began a romance with Alicia Hoppe, the former wife of an old friend who later became his personal physician, guiding him through a series of psychosomatic episodes. At that time, Alicia lived in Cologne; the letters are a record of the birth and flowering of their mature love, as well as a literary chronicle of the obsessions, fears and illusions of a brilliant man with extraordinary powers of observation and analysis.
This book exists thanks to the careful curatorship of Ignacio Echevarr燰 and the generosity of Alicia, who now, as in those days, has the power to recall the author's soul from its wanderings.
