Simenon also wore a hat

Talese’s dandyism

the nonagenarian gay talesoften foul-mouthed and talkative, joined the New York rally in support of Salman Rushdie. Talese presented himself, in accordance with his unrepentant dandyism, like a paintbrush: excellent leather shoes, a suit and waistcoat of good cloth, a tie without energetic consideration and a hat. Beige tones, pointed handkerchief in the pocket of the jacket. The now classic Yankee New Journalism was triangulated under three hats: the Gulf of Truman Capotethe imposition of Tom Wolfe and Talese’s lovebird.

There have always been writers who have played their image on the card of a hat. A study would have to be done to find out if there is a relationship between the use of the hat and the literary style. Maybe not. James Joycefor example, was very hat, much simpler than his style. Oscar Wilde, also. Others, like Pablo Neruda Y Miguel Delibes, they were more of a cap. In Spain we have had two great beret (and slipper) writers: Pio Baroja Y Josep Plan. Rafael Sanchez Ferlosio He credited the sneakers more, but he did not disgust him, depending on the time, the hat. Miguel de Unamunoas it was always one thing and its opposite, he alternated beret and hat.

Josep Pla and Pio Baroja

I have really enjoyed Biarritz Memory (Confluences), as documented and narrative as usual Ferdinand Castillo. Memory of more than a century, among the throng of reigning and dethroned kings, nobles, millionaires and bourgeois, exquisite criminals, stars of happy life, high bohemian artists, hustlers between the sheets of all sexes, refugees, exiles and Russians of all laya, appears glancing Josep Pla when he was a spy (the SIFNE) of the Franco regime. There was a time when there was no longer room for so many spies per square meter on Biarritz’s beaches, mansions, cafes, hotels and gambling houses.

Valentí Puig has said that there was a Pla de sombrero and a Pla de beret and that the dividing line is situated at the end of the Civil War. What always existed was a smoking Pla, who did not stop rolling cigarettes (and taking strands out of his mouth) in the television interview that Joaquín Soler Serrano did with him in Thoroughly.

Pío Baroja was also, of course (although not as a spy), in Biarritz, where he ended up, in 1924, the wax figures. A lot of berets, a lot of berets, but Baroja also wore a hat, as we could see in the Prado Museum five years ago in front of the portrait that Joaquin Sorolla he made it in 1914. Sorolla, on the verge of the centenary of his death, another milliner. He took a self-portrait with a hat.

an american novelist

Commissioner Maigret has gobbled up the rest of the abundant work of the glassy and vicious Georges Simeon. What intimate memories (Editions B) yours, you have to read them and be amazed!

Commissioner Maigret has gobbled up the rest of the abundant work of the glassy and vicious Georges Simenon

The Belgian, who also wore a hat – and a bow tie, and a pipe between his teeth – fled France at the end of World War II and lived ten years (1945-1955) in the United States.

Taking advantage of the joint editions of Acantilado and Anagrama, I reread the passionate Three bedrooms in Manhattan (1946), with its spectral and gloomy New York landscape and its hint of French-style nihilistic existentialism.

In August I read belle’s death (1951). Although it has crime, investigation and an overwhelming profile of a psychopath, it is a family and community portrait – that small and suffocating city! – at the height of the best American novels of the time. Despite its conciseness. Or precisely because of its conciseness. At the end, it is necessary to go out for a stroll. And breath. No hat.

Simenon also wore a hat