Eva Baltasar guanya el premi Gabriel Ferrater de poesia". ara.cat. March 9, 2016 . Retrieved February 3, 2019. A través dela voz de Boulder, la única narradora de esta historia, conoceremos a ambas mujeres, su carácter y personalidad, lo que representa esa relación de pareja que se ve alterada por la maternidad. Cómo lo afronta cada una de ellas desde puntos de vista muy dispares. Es una voz que narra, sin juicios de valor, solo sentimientos. Somos nosotr@s l@s lectores l@s que pensamos, juzgamos o no y sacamos nuestras conclusiones.

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The thing is Boulder has motherly instincts as well as at one point in the novel, holds the baby and feels a sort of kindred to her, a bond which develops in the novel’s conclusion. Thank you, GR friends who encouraged me, to read “Boulder” by Eva Baltasar, translated beautifully by Julia Sanches. Baltasar is poetic in her prose, and Sanches was able to translate her poetic feelings, thoughts, and observations. Translators don’t get enough accolades for their brilliant work. I translated this book slowly, though I can’t remember how long the entire process took. Only that I spent a long while weighing each sentence, re-writing it, reading it aloud, as if the whole thing were a collection of poetry. Which it is, in a way.

Earlier this year, I read Guadalupe Nettel’s Still Born and that book was two friends. One dislikes children, while the other wants them. Eventually both women experience motherhood or love for a child. Boulder’s action spans more than eight years, but the reader never feels the passage of that time . . . Everything here has an air of immediacy, yet at the same time one has the feeling that there are abysses yawning between every short sentence, ellipses that expand and beg to be filled in by the reader’s own imagination. Boulder is a work of incandescent, volcanic brevity and density.’ Amina Cain Boulder is the second installment of a triptych in which Eva Baltasar explores in first person the universe of three different women, who live the contradictions of their time. Despite some qualms about the writing, I thought Boulder was a refreshing novel with a subversive take on motherhood, gender roles and relationships. Boulder’s view on motherhood is rather unconventional - still a social taboo - but not less valid than any other. Challenging social and gender roles, this novel also encompasses a difficult relationship between Boulder and her partner, two women with very different priorities - which is far from common in literature. Boulder is a free spirit and a wanderer in the first place, someone who refuses to conform to social expectations and values her independence above anything else. On the other hand, I wanted to see if there were any other options available for Boulder, but having in mind this narrator’s wandering nature, her choices make sense.

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Este libro ha sido una lectura conjunta que ha generado un gran intercambio de opiniones. El libro me ha gustado, pero el debate sobre el libro, aún más. Baltasar keeps the narrative at a distance from the events, told in sweeping generalizations of large swaths of time through Boulder’s reflections upon them. There are few characters (even fewer with names) emphasizing her feelings of isolation and there is basically no dialogue—just summaries of conversations/arguments and entirely framed by Boulder—furthering the characterization of her as wanting control over her own life. The irony is, however, that her sense of control is also dominated by the agency of desires. ‘ The fact that I’m acting on impulse doesn’t make me guilty, it makes me human,’ she writes, and one thing that can be said about Boulder is that she owns her own flaws as well as strengths and is unapologetically who she is. The trouble, it seems, is when she must compromise on who she is, doing so out of love but feeling the ‘self’ withering in the process. Después de la exitosa Permafrost, Boulderes la continuación del tríptico donde Eva Baltasar explora la voz, la vida y el cuerpo de tres mujeres. Todo ha cambiado excepto su apodo, Boulder: esas enormes piedras aisladas en medio del paisaje, expuestas a todo sin que nadie sepa de dónde vienen ni porque están ahí. Samsa moves them to an apartment in Reykjavik Iceland; she works 10 hours a day leaving Boulder rudderless. The women have been together for eight years, and Boulder is afraid of losing Samsa.

Boulder is a study and a chronicle of a relationship gone awry. Unfortunately, none of the conclusions sounds like a revelation, more like advice from women's magazines: poor communication leads to disaster; love is a neverending project which requires engagement, devotion and time from both partners; you have to be assertive in the relationship because sacrificing your own needs leads to frustration. From the very beginning, it is obvious that despite physical dominance, it is not Boulder who sets the rules here but Samsa: She doesn’t like my name, and gives me a new one. Then more demands follow with no consideration of what Boulder thinks/wants/needs. These conclusions are never told expressis verbis, they are veiled in poetical prose but hover in the air. Young men contend with the violence and corruption of Rio de Janerio in this tantalizing debut from Brazilian Martins. The characters in these stories represent a full spectrum of favela life, from Continue reading » Unremittingly lucid yet delightfully deranged, Eva Baltasar's impeccable narrative voice will take you on a fast ride where, as the plot twists and her sharp remarks recede from your peripheral vision, you remain keenly aware of, and reassured by, the warmth radiating from the palm of the hand she places on your knee.’ Emma Ramadan

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Construida con una estructura más unitaria, 'Boulder' mantiene una narradora ávida, sólo que ahora esta se encuentra en una relación estable y duradera. El tema que aborda, con el mismo lenguaje directo -ocasionalmente poético-, es la maternidad. Amid sexual trysts and growing tensions, Boulder searches for the mysterious sweet spot between her wants: freedom and connection. Baltasar has an innate talent for stretching the complexities of queer lives and predicaments into undulating adventure and tension.’ Proud to announce that while Boulder did not win the Booker International, it is in fact the WINNER of the s.penkevich Prize for Badass Prose, awarded by a hand-selected panel of my own hands for being the best book of 2022 I most enthusiastically forced people to read. It comes with a cash prize of whatever I can find in my couch and some dope prestige, I swear. If you see Eva Baltasar let her know. Recuperam els premis Mallorca perquè els hem deixat perdre". arabalears.cat. October 22, 2016 . Retrieved February 3, 2019. There is something sneaky about all of them,” she added. “I also feel these are very sensual books where the question of the body is important; what it is to be and have a body, how do you write about the experience of the body.”Es la historia de una mujer que huye de todo, de su tierra, de los trabajos, las amantes. Esta vez huye de una relación estable a causa del nacimiento de una hija. Volvemos a tener una narración fresca y que engancha. A pesar de ser dos mujeres en todo momento me ha transmitido la sensación de una relación de pareja donde no importaba el género. Las reacciones y sentimientos son completamente extrapolables a una relación heterosexual. La dependencia afectiva, el deseo, la evolución de una relación. Boulder (2020) by Eva Baltasar is as dark and bleak as the cover suggests. It is also raw, addictive and intense. One aspect is optimistic though: it turns out there are places in the world where gay people do not suffer for expressing their sexual identities, queer couples are treated with respect, and their love feels as natural as air. For example, Iceland, where this novella is set, seems to be free from homonegative attitudes. I wish I could enlist my country here but truth be told, I have goosebumps when I imagine what Samsa, Boulder and their daughter's life would be like in Poland, where the ruling party holds and freely expresses negative feelings towards LGBT people.

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Una roca en medio del mar, al raso y bajo la influencia del sol y los temporales que acontecen en aguas abiertas. Impasible, dura, solitaria, Boulder es así, o esto cree desde la cocina de un barco mercante com el que navega por la costa chilena. Una soledad que no puede mantener cuando, en una de las paradas, a Chaitén, descubre el calor de otro cuerpo que la atrapa como una tela de araña. Un amor que la llevará a la otra punta del mundo, reinventando su vida hasta donde nunca hubiera imaginado aquellas noches que fumaba a la proa del barco.⁣ The announcement of the shortlist follows research by Nielsen for the Booker Prize Foundation that shows the biggest group of translated fiction readers in the UK is made up of 25 to 34-year-olds, compared with 60 to 84-year-olds for fiction as a whole.This is a story which I've read before, many times; and it's simultaneously a story which I've never read before. A couple in love, bonded physically, come apart when one of them wants - needs - to have a baby, and the other partner goes along with it because she recognises Samsa's desire to be a mother. Cue fertility treatments, artificial insemination, pregnancy, childbirth, alienation and infidelity. Boulder is sexy, but not in the typical way. It’s not all slippery blue flame; it’s more… sharpened cleaver, swinging down before you’ve a chance to protect your vitals. Au bout de 10 années de vie commune, Samsa veut devenir mère par insémination artificielle; un sentiment que Boulder ne partage pas du tout, mais elle accède par égard pour sa compagne. They relax and watch me work and tell me about their grandmothers – all experts in the kitchen, all queens of humitas and empanadas. The second mate reads out the recipe to me. Humitas are out of the question, but I develop an interest in empanadas. They’re practical and everyone likes them, even though the meat I use is tinned and the olives need more brine. I start the dough in the evenings and let it rise all night. I like to get under the covers knowing that out there another covered body lies awake, working on my behalf. In the morning I’m amazed by how much it’s risen, as if the whole thing – the soft, perfect dome of wheat and its nest-bowl of warmth – were a distant nephew who’s grown up, effortlessly and all of a sudden, in the silence of my absence. I knead the bread, dust it with flour, shape it and take its shape, and imagine I am a simpleminded god about to beget a new tribe. Anything not to feel the hips, the ass, the breasts, the perfect flesh of a woman beneath my hands.