El gran Fitzgerald

Revisitando mi eterna discusión acerca de los buenos libros, les comento que empecé ayer "The great Gatsby", It is just great! believe me.

Cuando les hablo de un buen libro, y de un buen prosista, a diferencia de un buen narrador, me refiero a alguien que puede jugar con el lenguaje de una manera tal que nos puede hacer imaginar con sus tropos, instantes vívidos y llenos de magia, como estos que traigo a continuación:

Hablando de dos chicas sentadas sobre el sofá en un salón al que acaba de entrar: "They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house." No es esto una maravilla? no se imaginan como yo los vestidos blancos de estas dos chicas formándose cayendo lentamente hasta tomar su figura?

"The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full lenght at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall." Esta figura me encanta, sencillamente, qué rara, qué simple y qué descriptiva a la vez.

Y por último, mi favorita hasta el momento: "Mrs Wilson had changed her costume some time before, and was now attired in an elaborated afternoon dress of cream-coloured chiffon, which gave out a continual rustle as she swept about the room. With the influence of the dress her personality had also undergone a change. The intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage was converted into impressive hauteur. Her laughter, her gestures, her assertions became more violently affected moment by moment, and as she expanded the room grow smaller around her, until she seemed to be revolving on a noisy, creaking pivot through the smoky air."

Yo creo que nunca podré escribir así, a lo máximo, escribiré best-sellers al estilo de los de Ana Gavalda.

Título original: The great Gatsby. Por Scott Fitzgerald.