Nuevo Martin Amis
Pronto aparecerá en venta el nuevo libro de Martin Amis, The second plane (Jonhatan Cape), ensayos, cuentos breves y otros textos de Amis sobre el 11-S que en el contexto de peleas con Terry Eagleton adquiere mayor singularidad, y como es costumbre en los países anglosajones las reseñas ya se adelantaron. Hoy apareció una en The Observer, el suplemento de The Guardian, escrita por Tim Allan. Y antes había aparecido en The Times una reseña escrita por David Aaronovitch.
Dice Allan: "Last month, speaking to Terry Eagleton about his 'feud' with Martin Amis over the proper response of the liberal left to Islamist terrorism, I asked the professor whether he considered Amis a worthy debating opponent. He replied: 'I have no idea why we should listen to novelists on these matters any more than we should listen to window cleaners.' Among its many ambitions this book wants to put him right. As well as being a collection of the dozen or so pieces - essays, short stories, reportage - Amis has written in response to the events of 11 September and to the War on Terror, it is an argument for why a novelist's voice should be privileged on these subjects. In his introduction to the collection, Amis makes part of his case: 'If September 11 had to happen, then I am not at all sorry that it happened in my lifetime ... Geopolitics may not be my natural subject, but masculinity is. And have we ever seen the male idea in such outrageous garb as the robes, combat fatigues, suits and ties, jeans, tracksuits and medics' smocks of the Islamic radical?' Cometh the hour, cometh the Mart. Amis has a need to lay claim to big subjects in this manner - in the past he has sought to make the holocaust and the gulags part of his 'natural' territory of warped masculinity too; in each case, in Time's Arrow and Koba the Dread, he risked reimagining the extremes of historical horror with his full ironist's swagger. Few writers have put comparable effort into offering neologisms for torture techniques; Amis did so in the belief that language must be fully alive for us to comprehend the banality of industrialised death.