Chepén was born in Peru. At 25 years old, won the National Prize for Literature in Peru with his book "Battle of Philip in the house of doves" (Edit. Losada). His novels include "Identification of David" , "Speak", "Sampson", "comes flying Sarita Colonia" (1990) and "Frontier Woman" [The woman of the border] (1995). In 2000, his book on Latinos in the United States, "American Dreams" (Alfaguara)-translated into English-American Dreams-(Arte Público, Houston 2005) and reprinted a dozen times - he won the Latino Literature of the United States. Earlier in 1999, had received the Juan Rulfo International Award for the story "Seven Days in California."
In less than two years, his novel about immigration - "El Corrido de Dante" - (Arte Publico, USA, 2006) has had five editions in countries and different languages. In March 2008, the English edition appeared in Alfaqueque and August, the American, in Metro. In July 2007, this text won the International Latino Novel of the U.S. in the second prize was shared by renowned novelist Gioconda Belli and Isabel Allende. "El Corrido de Dante" is considered a classic of U.S. immigration.
Since the nineties, Gonzalez Viana reside in the United States, where he works as a professor at the University of Oregon. It publishes a weekly "El Correo de Salem" , a column journalism that appears simultaneously in dozens of American newspapers.
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In less than two years, his novel about immigration - "El Corrido de Dante" - (Arte Publico, USA, 2006) has had five editions in countries and different languages. In March 2008, the English edition appeared in Alfaqueque and August, the American, in Metro. In July 2007, this text won the International Latino Novel of the U.S. in the second prize was shared by renowned novelist Gioconda Belli and Isabel Allende. "El Corrido de Dante" is considered a classic of U.S. immigration.
Since the nineties, Gonzalez Viana reside in the United States, where he works as a professor at the University of Oregon. It publishes a weekly "El Correo de Salem" , a column journalism that appears simultaneously in dozens of American newspapers.
Http: / / www.geocities.com / egonzalezviana
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HELLO, THIS IS IN HOT LINE SUSAN
you believe that my name is a languid and pale, and may be the name of a dream-no, and as you say sounds like the name of a woman who never left the street. And it is exactly as you imagine. I'm blonde and thin, and my legs are long and languid, and the color of my body is like the color of my life. And the color of my life is like the color of this room where I've never been, so my only beef has been heated by the moonlight, and when the moon comes into my room, I undress and show him all my corners, and lie down and looked at me and I smell and touch and curled me and I'm open to infinity, until the moisture is ground in my legs, until my entire body is a silent desert and hungry, until my silence becomes a groan, and my long legs, my thighs painful, my hip round my slender waist, my breasts hard, my mouth open and my eyes lit up: all I am a lonely body, a fragrant beach, a cave deep, throbbing wound, a sick mind and a voice like a howl that echoes your name until you have plenty of love and life lacks.
If you want, give me your name. Give me a name either, and you begin to call and claim on this cell where only is a warm bed and a lonely woman. Tell me your name or how you want to call you, and bring you to my sheets and my dreams. And mention your name many times when I pray naked, kneeling on the pillow. And I pray and bring you into my life. And you can smell me, and I can touch you. And first we'll look at my-bay with a cold as cold, right now, ruffles my hair and my flesh. And first we will be one meter away. And first we'll look like two animals are beautiful. And first we will want as two canine-verbal. And first will get wet our tongues and our lips. And first we are crying with hunger. And first our eyes shine as it shines hell. And never will be later because when our bodies will always be found first before then.
The name you give me I already know. I cried with hunger against the stone wall of the room where, if it is to live, live locked. I fondled against my body not to feel colder. I used to roll around with your memory on the floor. I've said it a hundred times with the desire to spend your name and your body appeared. I repeated orders not invade my life. I again used to beg you to come and ask you to not go, or beg to come out to re-enter. And I repeat you up when you plead expired, and three times repeating my name.
is Indeed, that's my name, and I know what is yours, and do not know why you say that you do not remember. Please, of course I remember you called me on Saturday. And before you speak, I can say something more: it was the second time he called me. The first was when you left your wife, and that was when I asked how it seems to me that is loneliness. And then when I did not know what answer you, and you heard my question. It was also then that the central interrupted us to say that you gave to mistake the number of your credit card. And that was when you said that what happened was that the bank had happened to you a silver card with a gold. And that was when you apologized management. And it was when a recorded voice told you you were entitled to fifteen minutes of hot line with a fifteen percent discount. And there was also the case that impressed me the way you say that you did not care, and mandating that again I spend with my name, my loneliness, my presence, my voice, my life.
things you say, dear Xavier! I warn you not believe you! I warn you that I will not believe you! But I admit that is true. It is true that you called me for two hours the second time, and today we are going and for the three hours. And it is also true that so-maste yesterday the central call me, and could not find me. Please let me understand, is that I was in the graduation of my youngest daughter. You do not have to be jealous. I've already told you that I am a divorced, lonely, thirties and two daughters. What things are you, dear Xavier!
How! What? ... In love with me? But I do not know. My voice? But why does my voice with my life! Oh, please, can not be true what you say, Xavier of my life! And yet, you say, and you're talking more than me, and is supposed to be the opposite. Please have no right to cajole. Yes it is true that I have a voice pas-cough, but do not think it allows you to guess the rest of me, my naked body in space transparent. No, please, stop talking that way for, I'll end up believing you. Look, I'll end up believing that to you I am much more than a voice and a phone line and a credit card and a fabricated story because I am a secret that you have discovered, because I'm dead you've raised, I am really and because I am the truth of your life.
And besides that, it hits you swear that you do not mind my body if my voice is mellow, and my hours do not mind because you just my life. And do not let me speak because they want my silence to listen, charm and because you need me silence to be able to "Carmen. And now nothing more to pick up the phone, you started saying you marry me if I also believe in your voice, if I believed in miracles, if I believed in our own voices when man proclaim that love exists, if I immediately accepted as it is accepted as air and sunlight accepted as one accepts the afternoon, as we accept the mis-mystery, as is accepted as such and accept death.
And I agree, Xavier. And I can not stand the urge to tell you that I accept you as you take me when I say you love me but you've seen me and accept me as I am since before I was, from before this life, from the uncreated, from the other side, always.
And I've thought the same phone when I asked that our initial meeting provided by telephone and meeting our future in body and soul and everlasting life and flesh and resurrection of the flesh. And I said: health, my love, where did you hear the tinkle of glass hitting glass of the phone and when provided by our love in love, madness, in severity and impending marriage. Health, health, my love.
And I think when I am compelled to reveal to you my real name, and again I swear you do not mind if I am different from what I've told you, because you do not mind my body in space but space in my life . And again, you swear that you are not interested my age, that age alone is a state of mind and your spirit, I sensed from a previous life in the end to make us not love because love never ends. And that's why you insist that I marry you or because my voice and my life are things you are interested in me for life as thirsty as the dream, like sweat, and tears, as silence, as Shadow, like oblivion, and my flesh-white, as I close my eyes when to give up resistance to resist not know how much I love you.
... You hear me? The name you just gave is my real name, and if I tell you in Castilian is because that is my language of truth, and I will not say that gringo name to me by the administration because they do not want to lie, because I put myself and because I aspire to succeed in this country so different from mine. And the original color of my hair is light blond, but a brown that I clarify every day to also shine in the sun in this heaven abroad. Really? Do you really want to know more? Really, my life, you do not care?
Thank you, Xavier, so you just said and your request to set aside false dresses. Thanks for insisting on your declaration of love and your marriage proposal. Thanks for making me see that if we're going to see tonight, it is absurd to mask my true appearance. I'm going to say and I say now, but before I tell you that not only the administrators of this "hot line" which have forced me to change my body, a flood of space, to subvert the truth, hide weight, breadth and outright truth of my chest, my belly and the shadow that follows me round.
is my fear, Xavier, and men are. One is called Bill and the last is called Antonio. Bill got married in my country when he was serving in the Peace Corps and had two daughters. When the Peace Corps Tuvia-ron to leave my land, we came to the United States, and here I felt better there because I love progress, because shot for white though My blood is mixed, because I do not like Indians or the backward countries and because I had married Bill to improve the breed, but because of the love never be told. And so, since birth, spoke English only with girls, and I protected her dreams for the nostalgia of another country is not tuck them and Bill covered my eyes with my hands love-sas to say: Who am I? Do you know who I am? Guess what? ... No, my love, you were wrong, and not my name. Now I have a name in your language.
And Bill opened his eyes when removing the hands, and could not believe me because there I was, but it was not me, and also because my contact lenses were green and had blonde hair because my sparks in the solitude of our home and because from that moment my identity proclaimed, to me, a new name, the name Anglo-Saxon age Bill and I had had ten years earlier when he was still really different than I am. And then, when I withdrew my hands from his eyes, did not understand at all when he told me that now, really, was opening his eyes.
And so far I do not understand why, since then, my husband was turning cold and alien, quick and expeditious, silent and absent, as if all the time continue to play a game of chess makes a loss century, and a typical day, three years of living in California, looked up from the board to declare that our marriage is not working-ba, that we were no longer the same, and had already made arrangements to move house, and when I asked in English since he stopped working when our marriage, he answered me in perfect English: Guess, my dear, guess.
Antonio is the last man who has entered my life. We met at the airport in Lima a year ago, and for twenty since I saw him, and I was glad the meeting because he said that time stands still for me, though I'm four years older than him, and I was happy also because ten years of my divorce and there are not many attractive men with whom they hang out, but the time was short because I was par-tend back to California and he lives in Lima, even though it was coming to work here, and just in California. Then gave me a card and a kiss goodbye and repeated all the years go by, and I came thinking that life does not matter, that my fate perhaps already had a name, and perhaps a phone number. And once here
told me that the age difference was minimal and that the proximity of origin was what mattered, and I thought that only a fool can have bothered gringo that I removed the look of the-tub, and I became sure that Antonio would secure sense a confident, mature woman with a mature and capable of entering the world of here with a woman who speaks English well, which Ezra Pound translated and has short hair but divided into slices gold to match a generous body, with arms and with abundant pink shade is divided into slices to fill the road.
And I phoned him and told him to Peru, when he came, he and I could make a good couple, and he replied that he would talk when he arrived, and I understood that his shyness prevented him from making a statement delusional and continued phone to make it into confidence and was never delusional statement and a whole year I called every night, guess bunny bird who's calling until the day came when I went to wait at the airport in San Francisco.
not worry because everything is settled, I said to receive it, and do not have to go to the hotel because you will be my guest, and not fret about privacy because I sent my daughters to travel to Europe and at home only we were alone at last alone, lonely life, and upload your bags to my car because now I take you into solitude, but was not quite the solitude that I was going to offer, so least not at first because I had talked to my circle of friends throughout the year, and because they had been told that Antonio brought with it the declaration rule, good intentions, the perfect kiss, the ring of white gold, on bended knee and the marriage proposal, and they knew the time of arrival, the two hours it takes to reach the town where I live, and the time it would take to fix it v in disarray, in talk and silence. And I had said before that they were not very long because he got tired, but that it was desirable to make him party to incorporate into our circle and they gave him for our happiness for him to commit in the eyes of society, and it is those eyes that can now say that that was how it was.
And if that was how was I do not understand until now his eyes wide and his stubborn silence nor his my-harbor we walked to my friends and me, as in the cinema watching a Kafka story with characters from Fellini, when The welcome sign was the boyfriend and live the intending spouses. And if that was how was I did not understand your request for us to talk after the people had gone and his eagerness to make me understand the history of our love was just my invention. And if that was how it was, I will not ever understand why Antonio did not accept my suggestion to rest a little because I was a little confused, and neither did much for my plan to live together until they slowly made our union is strong, and one day we were one on earth and in heaven, in this life and in the hereafter, for ever and ever.
do not understand why I failed Antonio after a year of long distance calling and a life have been waiting for. Just, the day after I arrived, I was told to go back to San Francisco because his job was waiting, and I was grateful for the reception but did not believe deserve the wedding party and the friendship of my friends, and I was recognized by my bed but who preferred to sleep in the room, and thanked me for my life but that he had not come to fetch her, and my body, but he preferred not to touch him, and thanking me for the ham but did not take breakfast and I was recognized for ham, for my belly, my fruit, melons and huge, but was not accepted diet and your heart love lazy.
is Antonio and Bill. Are men, Xaviercito wanted, which have forced me to disguise my belly is beautiful as a world, to simulate a short waist and deny the kilos, centimeters and the weight of my love to declare your unfair lightness these bodies of doll that can go floating through the air. And I thank you that I've called your life because it allows me to get rid of this vest and loose screens and belts desceñirme rigidity and fear, and know that I am beautiful for the things I say and because the wise men as you prefer a woman like me, beautiful and rich, blonde lies even while perfectly rational to live in this world instead of those crazy voices siren voices clam smell, kissing warmly resurrection dark eyes and eternal damnation.
And you will not regret it, Xavier of my life. Never have time to do it because my body and my life will surround you all the time, and will be a place in our society U.S., and yours will always be greedy to devour an apple all the time but the time has been passing in front as we talked, and I have almost no time to prepare for the meeting tonight I propose to be at eight o'clock at a restaurant on Broadway. Do you have paper and pencil for notes address ...? Okay, suppose you've been looking for them.
And you'll see how this woman who has only felt the heat of the moon, and you have waited painfully alone on a beach and a warm bed, and if you want, so we joke together that I'm blonde and thin , and my legs are long and languid, and the color of my body looks like the color of my life and my voice is a sound that calls your name all the time, but we do not have time. I ask you-do if you have paper and pencil so you know where gift-of going to find. And I ask again: Have you gone to another planet to find them? Have pen and paper? Why do not you answer me?
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