April 30, 2010

Jose Saramago's Blog

I wish I could read Portugeese: unfortunately I can't. If I did, I'd be reading Jose Saramago's blog. Saramago's blog explodes two virulent myths. The first is that the internet is only for the young. Saramago is voyaging into the latter half of his eighties, indeed if anything he is a model for a future in which noone stops working until they stop being able to work. Secondly there is the idea that great writers- academics, novelists etc- should stick only to the book or article forms. Obviously a blog is different from a book or an article- I'm currently writing an article about 1653 and the Barebones Parliament which I would never publish here (partly as I don't know how to do footnotes on blogger), but that doesn't mean its impossible to do useful stuff up here. Useful stuff both in the sense that it is useful to read- I have learnt a lot from a variety of blogs- and in the sense that it is useful to the writer, it refines what you think. Saramago is a new blogger but I hope many more writers and thinkers join him, the internet is too valuable a place to be left to those currently on it!


Anonymous said...

Neither laws, nor justice February 13, 2010 by Jose Saramago In Portugal, in the village medieval London, there is a fresh allegorical the end of the XV century that represents Good Judge and the wicked Judge, the first with an expression severe and worthy in the face and insured in hand the straight line rod of justice, the second with two expensive and the rod of justice broken. By not known what reasons, these paintings were hidden in a brick buffering for centuries and only in 1958 could see the light of day and be assessed by lovers of art and justice. Justice, I say, because the lesson civic these former figures transmit to us is clear and illustrative. There are good and fair judges to whom it would be grateful if they exist, there are others who, proclaiming-themselves fair, good have little, and, finally, it is not only unfair as, in other words, in the light of the most simple ethical criteria, are not good people. There has never been a golden age for justice. Today, neither gold, nor silver, we live in the time of lead. say judge Baltasar Garzón, victim of despite some of their peers too complacent with fascism surviving the command of Phalanx Spanish and its apaniguados, lives under the threat of inabilitação of between 12 and 16 years that liquidaria definitively his career in magistrate. The same Baltasar Garzón, not sportsman elite, not being cyclist nor soccer player or tenista, became universally known and respected the name of Spain. The same Baltasar that brought Garzón in awareness of the Spanish the need for a law of the historical memory and which, under it, wanted to investigate not only the crimes of Francoism and other parties to the conflict. The same courageous and honest Baltasar who dared Garzón process Pinochet, bringing to justice in countries such as Argentina and Chile an example of dignity which soon came to be followed. Invokes-here the Amnesty Law to justify the persecution Baltasar Garzón, but, in my view common citizen, the Amnesty Law was a way hypocritical try turn the page, equating the victims to their torturers, on behalf of a also hypocritical forgiveness general. But the page, contrary to what the enemies of Baltasar Garzón, will not turn. Missing Baltasar Garzón, on the assumption that come to that point, shall be the conscience of most sound of Spanish society which will require the repeal of the Amnesty Law and the continuation of the investigations which will put the truth in the place where it has been lacking. Not with laws that are viciously flouted and misinterpreted, not with a justice that is offended all days. THE destination of the judge Baltasar Garzón is in the hands of the Spanish people that is, not the bad judges that an anonymous painter Portuguese in the fifteenth century retratou. Published in the Contract Saramago |

James said...

Just for the young?? How old, exactly, is Saramago that his shadow can have so rejuvenating an effect as it falls across your blogroll of the balding, the embittered, the washed-up, myself and Karen?


Gracchi said...


but at heart I am not sure. Age is an interesting thing because it relies on time which never has the same purchase on each person as any other. In that sense one hundred or ten, who knows?

Anonymous said...

Those myths are "virulent"?