{"id":11375,"date":"2020-11-19T00:34:10","date_gmt":"2020-11-19T06:34:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2022\/05\/from-the-diaries-of-emilio-renzi-a-day-in-the-life-by-ricardo-piglia-translated-by-robert-croll\/"},"modified":"2023-06-02T13:40:45","modified_gmt":"2023-06-02T19:40:45","slug":"from-the-diaries-of-emilio-renzi-a-day-in-the-life-by-ricardo-piglia-translated-by-robert-croll","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/2020\/11\/from-the-diaries-of-emilio-renzi-a-day-in-the-life-by-ricardo-piglia-translated-by-robert-croll\/","title":{"rendered":"From The Diaries of Emilio Renzi: A Day in the Life by Ricardo Piglia, translated by Robert Croll"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sixty years in the making and the capstone of a monumental literary career, The Diaries of Emilio Renzi: A Day in the Life<\/em> is the final volume of the autobiographical trilogy from the author who is considered Borges\u2019 heir and the vanguard of the Post-Boom generation of Latin American literature.
\nNow out from Restless Books<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Forgetting. It is one of the great themes of literature, Renzi said as he began his class. To be forgotten; the tragedy of the abandoned lover who knows he is lost to the memory of the one he loves. And then the inability to forget, another grand theme, memories as a condemnation, remorse.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d like to open this subject toward three linguistic points that may perhaps allow us to advance a little. Let\u2019s begin with the distinction between enigma, mystery, and secret, three forms in which information is typically coded inside stories.<\/p>\n

The enigma, as we know, even through its etymology, would be the existence of some element\u2014it may be a text, a situation\u2014that contains a meaning that is not understood but can be deciphered. Enigma<\/i>, etymologically, means \u201cto imply.\u201d<\/p>\n

The mystery, on the other hand, is an element that is not understood because it has no explanation, or at least none within the logic of reason or the concept of reality as it is given, and within which we conduct ourselves.<\/p>\n

As for the secret, it also has to do with a void of signification, a forgetting, something desired to be known that is not known, like the enigma and the mystery, but in this case, it refers to a thing that someone has and does not say. That is, the secret is a meaning subtracted by someone. The text, then, revolves around the void of that which is unsaid; within the series that I\u2019ve been discussing, it has the distinctive quality of referring us toward something that is guarded\u2014and here once again the etymology of the word secret<\/i> is pertinent\u2014so that it immediately produces a well-known series, resembling gossip, where different versions of the same story are circulating: who knows what, who doesn\u2019t know\u2026<\/p>\n

Within this series, I would like to pick up on the notion of forgetting. Something is forgotten because it\u2019s indecipherable or because it\u2019s incomprehensible or because someone has erased it. But the question, for us, is whether forgetting can be deliberate, and what class of strategy that would be; what is it that provokes or produces oblivion, that is, the forgetting of something.<\/p>\n

Inside the third-floor lecture hall there were close to three hundred students crowded in, filling the benches but also sitting on the floor, in the aisles, many of them taking notes and smoking and others aiming their recorders toward the platform from which Emilio was speaking, now and then turning to write words on the blackboard and then, chalk still in hand, stepping down from the platform and pacing from one end of the room to the other, making use of the free space between the wall and the first row of desks to follow a horizontal line.<\/p>\n

The word for forgetting, oblivion<\/i>, is formed from Latin roots. Its lexical components are the prefix ob- <\/i>(over) and levis <\/i>(light). The verb obliviate <\/i>comes from the Latin oblitare<\/i>, derived from oblitus<\/i>, which is the participle of the verb oblivisci <\/i>(to forget), formed from ob<\/i>– (against, facing, opposition) and livisci<\/i>, from the Proto-Indo-European root lei<\/i> (viscous, smooth), which gave lima<\/i>, file, an instrument for polishing, and liniment<\/i>. The original idea was the slipping away of memory, the slide toward oblivion.<\/p>\n

Now let\u2019s turn to Greek words; and he wrote on the blackboard, using the vague memories that he had from Greek III, which he\u2019d taken as a student, at the College, \u03b1\u03bb\u03b7\u0301\u03b8\u03b5\u03b9\u03b1<\/i>\/alitheia (= truth<\/i>) and \u03bb\u03b7\u0301\u03b8\u03b7<\/i>\/lethe (= oblivion<\/i>). The meaning of the word \u03b1\u03bb\u03b7\u0301\u03b8\u03b5\u03b9\u03b1<\/i>, in Greek, derives from the state in which things are not in the domain of oblivion, that is, they are known and apparent and are, for that reason, essentially true. Furthermore, the Greek word \u03bb\u03b1\u0301\u03b8\u03bf\u03c2<\/i>\/lathos (= error<\/i>) is related to the words \u03b1\u03bb\u03b7\u0301\u03b8\u03b5\u03b9\u03b1 <\/i>and \u03bb\u03b7\u0301\u03b8\u03b7<\/i>, he said as he copied them out on the blackboard, since all of these words take their root from the verb \u03bb\u03b1\u03bd\u03b8\u03b1\u0301\u03bd\u03c9<\/i>\/lanthano (= to escape someone\u2019s notice, to be latent, to not be manifested).<\/p>\n

Indeed, when something escapes our perspective, perception, or attention, we tend to fall into error. Following the same line of thought, memory<\/i> (\u03bc\u03bd\u03b7\u0301\u03bc\u03b7<\/i>\/mnimi in Greek) is a very important tool for defending the truth, for defending ourselves, I should say, said Renzi. In the Greek tradition, then, oblivion is antagonistic to truth as well as to memory, that is, it can be assimilated with the creation of an illusory and fragile world. It doesn\u2019t have to do with doxa<\/i> or error but an empty class of entity, or rather, it belongs to a category of objects that are at once absent and latent. You all already know that, in the seminar, we defined fiction as a particular form of utterance, defined, as I\u2019ve told you, in the following way: \u201cThe speaker does not exist.\u201d The one who speaks and narrates in a story doesn\u2019t exist, that is the truth of fiction; regardless of whether or not everything that is said in the story may be real and verifiable, fiction does not depend on the true or false content of what is related but on the position of the one who utters it, whom we define as a forgotten subject.<\/p>\n

Now and then the door would open, and another late student would enter, looking for a place to slip in, but Renzi paid not the slightest attention to the interruption. Forgetting, he said, is an action, in principle, involuntary, which consists of ceasing to store acquired information in memory. Often, forgetting is caused by \u201cinterfering learning,\u201d learning that replaces a memory that hasn\u2019t been cemented in memory, making it \u201cdisappear,\u201d to put it one way, from consciousness. We must remember that one does remember having forgotten something, which is to say that one is aware of having certain knowledge that is no longer there, that is, there is a consciousness of having had it. Thus, forgotten memories do not disappear but rather are buried somewhere. We\u2019ll call this transition the amnesiac archive<\/i>, that is, the place or site or space where the faces, the words, the facts, the people we\u2019ve forgotten are accumulated. It\u2019s a kind of limbo where lost memories persist, invisible. In the Argentine countryside, in the desert, beyond the frontier, in a<\/i> strange land<\/i>, as Fierro says, the forgotten memories are manifested and appear as a glow, as evil lights, luces malas<\/i>, as they\u2019re called in our Pampas.<\/p>\n

Mart\u00edn Fierro sings so as not to forget, and Facundo, according to Sarmiento, has a prodigious memory, he remembers all of his soldiers\u2019 names. Rosas recognizes which ranch in the province he\u2019s in by the taste of the grass. There\u2019s something barbarous in excessive memory. Borges\u2019s Funes is a primitive man, and even Plato had opposed writing to memory. Nevertheless, in one of the great narratives of Argentine literature, Mart\u00ednez Estrada tells the story of a man who remembers an entire book that has been lost and writes the prologue to the absent work on the basis of his photographic memory. In Onetti\u2019s Goodbyes<\/i>, the narrator \u201cforgets\u201d some letters, which reappear at the end of the story and are decisive for deciphering the enigma of the story and which, in being remembered out of place, make another truth possible. I\u2019d like you all to keep track of the moments of oblivion that are narrated in the fictional texts by Onetti and Felisberto Hern\u00e1ndez and Rulfo, places where they narrate act of forgetting or the loss of the memory of an event.<\/p>\n

For us, the nouvelle<\/i> form is structured around the narration of something forgotten that becomes the center of the plot. Why? Because if it were remembered, then it would have to be written as a novel. The concentration of the nouvelle<\/i> form is founded upon forgetting. But not any forgetting, rather a void that arises and circles around the frame of the story, that is, among those who tell the story. They are the ones who are unable to remember something\u2014a face, an address, a name\u2014and that is the reason they narrate. The narrative is woven together with the fabric of oblivion. Example: Conrad\u2019s Heart of Darkness<\/i> or Melville\u2019s Bartleby <\/i>and Kafka\u2019s great short novels.<\/p>\n

In Greek mythology, Lethe <\/i>(\u039b\u03b7\u0301\u03b8\u03b7<\/i>), literally \u201coblivion,\u201d or Leteo <\/i>(from the Latin Leth\u00e6us<\/i>) was one of the rivers of Hades. Drinking from its waters caused complete oblivion. Some ancient Greeks believed that souls were made to drink from that river before being reincarnated so that they wouldn\u2019t remember their past lives. And there\u2019s something of that in Rulfo\u2019s Pedro P\u00e1ramo<\/i> and in the specters of Cort\u00e1zar\u2019s short stories and in Jos\u00e9 Bianco\u2019s Shadow Play<\/i>. Lethe<\/i> was also a naiad, a daughter of Eris (\u201cDiscordia\u201d in Hesiod\u2019s Theogony<\/i>), although probably a separate personification of forgetting rather than a reference to the river that bears her name. Some private mystery cults taught the existence of another river, the Mnemosyne, whose waters, when drunk, made one remember everything and attain omniscience. The initiates were taught that they would be given a choice of which river to drink from after death and must drink from the Mnemosyne instead of the Lethe. These two rivers appear within several verses inscribed on gold plaques from the 4th century BC and onward, located in Thurii, in southern Italy, and throughout the Greek world. The myth of Er, at the end of Plato\u2019s Republic<\/i>, tells of the dead arriving at the \u201cplain of Lethe,\u201d which is crossed by the river Ameles (\u201cneglected\u201d). There were two rivers, then, called Lethe and Mnemosyne, on the altar of Trophonius in Boeotia, from which the worshipers drank before making oracular consultations with their gods. Among ancient authors, it was said that the little river Limia, close to Xinzo de Limia (Ourense), possessed the same memory-erasing properties as the legendary Lethe. In 138 BC, the Roman general Decimus Junius Brutus Callaicus attempted to dispel the myth, which was impeding military campaigns in the area. It is said that he crossed the Limia and then called his soldiers from the other side, one by one, by name. Astonished that their general could remember their names, they too crossed the river without fear, thus bringing an end to its reputation for danger.<\/p>\n

In the Divine Comedy<\/i>, the current of the Lethe flows to the center of the earth from its surface, but its source is situated in the Earthly Paradise, located on the top of the mountain of Purgatory. And then Renzi, from memory and with an elegiac tone in his perfect Italian and his usual pedantry, cited the verses in which the reference to the miraculous river appears for the first time:<\/p>\n

E io ancor: \u201cMaestro, ove si trova
\nFlegetonta e Let\u00e8? ch\u00e9 de l\u2019un taci,
\ne l\u2019altro di\u2019 che si fa d\u2019esta piova.\u201d
\n\u201cIn tutte tue question certo mi piaci,\u201d
\nrispuose; \u201cma \u2019l bollor de l\u2019acqua rossa
\ndovea ben solver l\u2019una che tu faci.
\nLet\u00e8 vedrai, ma fuor di questa fossa,
\nl\u00e0 dove vanno l\u2019anime a lavarsi
\nquando la colpa pentuta \u00e8 rimossa.\u201d
\nPoi disse: \u201cOmai \u00e8 tempo da scostarsi
\ndal bosco; fa che di retro a me vegne:
\nli margini fan via, che non son arsi,
\ne sopra loro ogne vapor si spegne.\u201d<\/p>\n

In a lost and nameless work of theater about Eurydice, of which only seven fragments remain, quoted by Herodotus, all of the shades must drink from the Lethe and become something resembling stones, speaking in their inaudible language and forgetting everything of the world. Likewise, a mention is made to the river Lethe in William Shakespeare\u2019s Hamlet<\/i>, and it is the ghost of the father who recalls the river of forgetting. Then, once again from memory (he\u2019d memorized it the night before, repeating the verses in front of a mirror), he quoted, in his Elizabethan English learned from Miss Jackson:<\/p>\n

Ghost<\/i>, he said, with a voice from beyond the grave, and then clarified, changing his tone: The ghost of the father is speaking<\/i>.<\/p>\n

I find thee apt;
\nAnd duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
\nThat roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
\nWouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
\n\u2018Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
\nA serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
\nIs by a forged process of my death
\nRankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
\nThe serpent that did sting thy father\u2019s life
\nNow wears his crown.<\/p>\n

A reference is made to the waters of the river Lethe in poem number LXXVII, \u201cSpleen,\u201d from Charles Baudelaire\u2019s The Flowers of Evil<\/i>. And in his macaronic French, holding a photocopy of the paragraph in his hand, he recited the verses with an air of mystery:<\/p>\n

Le savant qui lui fait de l\u2019or n\u2019a jamais pu
\nDe son \u00eatre extirper l\u2019\u00e9l\u00e9ment corrompu,
\nEt dans ses bains de sang qui des Romains nous viennent,
\nEt dont sur leurs vieux jours les puissants se souviennent,
\nIl n\u2019a su r\u00e9chauffer son cadavre h\u00e9b\u00e9t\u00e9
\nO\u00f9 coule au lieu de sang l\u2019eau verte du L\u00e9th\u00e9.<\/p>\n

On the other hand, he added, reading his notes, the waters of forgetting are referenced in John Keats\u2019s \u201cOde on Melancholy\u201d as well, and he repeated the unforgettable verses in his English learned in childhood:<\/p>\n

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
\nWolf\u2019s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;<\/p>\n

Poisonous wine, venenoso vino<\/i>, he translated with irony; Borges liked that figure, and indeed, recall his poem \u201cTo Wine,\u201d which also alludes to the river of forgetting; and after a rather theatrical pause he recited two verses from the poem in the weary intonation of Borges:<\/p>\n

Que otros en tu Leteo beban un triste olvido;
\nyo busco en ti las fiestas del fervor compartido.<\/i><\/p>\n

After illustrating those references and others, he asked the students to look for the context of the verses referenced, that is, to read the poems completely. Thus, Renzi brought the class to an end and asked the students to write, for next time, a twenty-line summary of the plot of Sad as She<\/i>, Onetti\u2019s nouvelle<\/i>. Please, he said, as he moved away, typewrite it, I mean, on the computer, double-spaced, without corrections, and try to be clear and not to interpret the story but narrate it over again. I will analyze what you\u2019ve forgotten from the plot in retelling it. See you next time, he said, stepping down from the stage to be immediately surrounded by a group of students, all talking at the same time.<\/p>\n

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