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A reader is a walker, a pilgrim, someone who traverses hundreds of pages, asks for lodging in a novel, snacks in an essay and drinks coffee in a memoir. Of all that he takes notes in notebooks and notebooks, which one day he will review like someone who looks at a photo album. And each of those notes will remind you not only of the readings, but especially of the walks. That’s ‘The things of life’ by Andrés Amorós: a kind of skein of readings from which threads stand out, from which Amorós pulls to tell stories that are in turn entangled with other books and other walks, because ‘The things of life’ is not a work of scholarship but of digression.
Amorós prefers to use the word “dissemination”, but that is because he finds it difficult to stop being the loving teacher that he is. Instead, he has left me with the feeling of being a fellow traveler. Of those who at a stop along the way open the lunch box to share an author, a movie, a song or a veronica half. ‘The things of life’ has no plot, it can be opened from any page and the same thing coexists on the same page Fellini, Machado and Montaigne or Eliot, Ayala and Cervantes. Why not? Montaigne is a recurring presence in this book by Amorós –“I am myself, reader, the subject of my book”-, because the essays were also born as the album of classic readings of the Lord of the Mountain. The subtitle of ‘The things of life’ is «Guide for the perplexed», like Maimonides’ treatise that healed the soul.
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