El presente tumblog es entera responsabilidad del Sr. Entintado, quien también comanda (entre otros abyectos emprendimientos) el weblog Amor Entintado, el fotoblog Tintografías y el compilado tuitero Tarde Piaste.
Todo contenido original se publica bajo una licencia Creative Commons Argentina.
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“You don’t want to do that,” Landsman’s father would plead after Landsman released, with bloodless fingers, his knight or pawn to meet the fate that always came as a surprise to Landsman, no matter how much he studied, practiced, or played the game of chess. “Take it from me.”
“I do.”
“You don’t.”
But in the service of his own small misery, Landsman could be stubborn, too. Satisfied, burning with shame, he would watch unfold the grim destiny that he was unable to foresee. And Landsman’s father would demolish him, flay him, vivisect him, gazing at his son all the while from behind the sagging porch of his face.”
Landsman (el protagonista de The Yiddish Policemen’s Union, de Michael Chabon) cuenta cómo empezó a odiar el ajedrez a manos de su padre.
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