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Sorry, reservations for more than 30 nights are not possible. Translation - English Refurbishment policies of downtowns aimed at transforming them into "historic quarters" in a good number of cities around the world seem to be linked, today, to a set of wide spectrum processes, at the same time related to different dynamics of economic, political and cultural globalization.
On the one hand, these modernizing interventions of old quarters alternated with big cultural facilities -museums, cultural centers, universities- entrusted to star-architects, are put at the service of symbolic legitimation policies of the State powers -increasingly more dependant on pompous staging, inherent to neobaroque- before the citizens themselves, such as gentrification initiatives, meaning the resettlement of middle and upper classes in properly adapted urban centers, with the expulsion and exclusion this entails for the grassroots classes that built there their last shelter.
In addition, these restructuring processes are at the core of city offer campaigns, oftenly in cities drowned in outsourcing dynamics, cities the only thing they can offer -should we say "sell"- is their own self-image properly simplified, turned into a mere logo or brand capable of attracting that kind of tourist eager to feel those very same emotions that have been sold to him by travel agencies and have been presented to them as "cultural" by tour guides and trip advisers.
This way, we find ourselves in front of public and private policies -both working in a coordinated way- intented to satisfy the growing cultural consumption demands by a touristified audience, that isn't just formed by the tourists themselves, but also by the inhabitants that end up being treated and regarded as tourists in their own city. Thereafter, interventions are provoked, turning whole areas of urban tissue into artificial stages destined to exemplify what the political-corporate promoters wanted and the tourist-citizen expected from certain cities to be.
For this purpose, urban centres can also be a thematization object, in the sense that Niklas Luhmann gave to that word, in order to conceptualize the reduction to the unit that can be object of a certain reality, with the only goal to oversimplify its complexity rates and orientate its perception towards a shared and homogeneous sense. Not to mention that thematization isn't just a submission of social life to an iconic simplicity inspired on common places that become permanently emphasized -also monitorized-, involving remote control of the conducts that should flourish in those settings.
Around the buildings and monuments in those museumificated urban cores there are just tourists during the day, and of course, Power, which usually chooses uplifted neighborhoods as their home addresses. During the night, little or nothing. Those spaces are at the same time fantastic and ghostly.
We find ourselves in the face of the grand finale of what Henri Lefebvre called abstract space, staging space and staging of space, unperformed space, dishonest simulation, the plot of which lies exactly on its transparency. The job of life planning reaches this way the apotheosis of a fake subjugation to the uncertainty of human actions, the breaking powers that conspire underneath the everyday nature finally under control, outfitting that -the urban- which in reality is shapeless and lacks a destinity.
As a giant pacification artifact, the logic behind monument-cities isn't that different from the one that our modern malls offer and put together, islands of "ideal city" in the core or near the margins of real cities, where, without an issue, and under the attentive watch of security guards, passersby can give in to leisure understood as a commodity. What's being provided to the tourists in that nature-reserve-of-Truth the monumental-historical quarters become, is but a tidy constellation of elements that have been arranged for him -only for his eyes- and has been reassembled as a true utopia, that is to say, as a farce or a stage its paradoxical schemes and proliferation of heterogeneities in fact, those urban life consists in have been expelled from.
Once the entanglement has been deactivated, once any sense of complexity has been exiled, what remains is but a staging that establishes precisely that, utopia. Hence, a place that exists nowhere, a reality that can't exist outside of the limits of its own farce, but that is allowed to exist under the form of something that can't be but a mere parody of perception. The city transformed into a monument exists against the socialized city, shaken by some frequently microscopical stirring, made of densities and thicknesses, events and customs sometimes not legit nor allowed, dislocations that become widespread, in front of that, the city or fragment of city is this way transformed, by monumentalisation for both political and commercial purposes, into a mere thematic show to be digested in a uncritical way by a tourist quite obedient to those guidelines and blueprints of the advisors.
At last, it becomes unified, gifted with sense through a textualized manipulation that can be nothing but authoritarian and interventionist. Hence the architectural ensembles, the symbolic buildings, the pedestrian walkways with nothing but shops for tourists. Spaces fenced in by invisible barriers where -just like in certain hotel industry facilities right in front of the beach- tourists can find nothing but more tourists, in places where local residents are either in retreat or already expelled away.
Because of this, monumentization of cities is directly linked with the penitentiary aspect of all urban development, to its always potentially or actually authoritarian dimension. The fanatizing process of the result of that will to have happy cities, turns out to be inevitable, to the extend that the conception it casts -it sells, we might say- cannot tolerate the presence of any small imperfection, and much less the misery, the contradictions, the conflict and the struggles any alive city never stops producing. So, cities and their "historic" quarters constitute attempts by the foreseeable and programmed to triumph over the casual and blurry.
Mass tourism-focused policies start then to reinforce urban development disputes against the tendency to opacity and mess of any urban social configuration, in the name of beauty and utility. The same evidence unsettles not only inequalities, social unrests, unwanted marginalizations that surface here and there in the peaceful surroundings of those monuments, but also the very same impenetrability of urban life itself that forces them to ensure that those tourists never divert from the circuits that have been properly indicated to them, because near its margins, true cities always lie in wait for them.
Outside of the milestones that shine with their light at a tourist level, not far from porched squares, cathedrals, colorful districts, some dark mist flows at ground level: the city, full stop, without adjectives, plasmatic and weird, forever unfriendly. That's what the tourist must not see: what there is, what is opposed to or ignores the metaphysical dream that tour guides promote but can't provide. A transparent and obedient city that, unmoving and indifferent to life, vainly shows off about what it isnt, about what it never was and will never be.
The monumental city, perfect on blueprints and on tour guides, dramatized pseudoreality where the impossible city brags, bestowed with a spirit where its history is summarized into just palaces and castles, endlessly exemplary in the statues of its heroes, morphogenetic anagram that remains forever unaltered and unalterable. A city protected from itself, that's to say, safe from the urban and the urbanites. What would they become if it was possible to take away the informality -that can't be planned nor projected- of the countless social practices that urban planners and promotors-protectors of cities know but never really understood at all.
The monumentalizer lies to himself and pretends to lie to his tourists, tricking them into believing that, somewhere -right there, for instance- concluded cities exist, finished, completed, when it's know that alive cities are mere uninterrupted formalizations, non finalist and therefore, never completed. All city is, by definition, a never-ending story. Sense ell, hauria pogut existir Solenoide? Ni tan sols jo hauria existit sense el meu diari.
Hi porto totes les meves esperances i els meus projectes de vida. Els considero literatura. Podria ser aquest el resum del mateix llibre? El missatge sembla pessimista. Va continuar un altre gran escriptor, Mircea Eliad. Crec que suggereix una espiral. Ni tan sols els repeteixo jo, es repeteixen ells sense control meu. De fet, escrivim un sol llibre. Pel que fa a mi, no tinc cap mena de problema en estar a la taula treballant i alhora baixar al carrer. Tinc el deure de lluitar per ella. He participat en tots els moviments protestataris de Romania aquest any.
Translation - English How will he manage to maintain the level for eight hundred pages? We interview the author of this masterful novel about human being and evil; a man, by the way, whose name keeps getting mentioned more and more for the Literature Nobel prize. Without it, would Solenoid have been able to exist?
Not even myself would exist without my journal. It's the most precious thing I've ever written. More precious to me, to my mental health. I bring with it all my hopes and life plans. The journal itself is the trunk of my writing. Books are branches that come out of this trunk. Are they still useful? I'm not sure I've ever got deep into my journals as much as to read what I wrote when I was sixteen, but I've used the substance I wrote down these last twenty years quite oftenly. For instance, all the dreams in Solenoid were real.
In a moment of my life I wrote a manuscript about those dreams, and this 50 pages long manuscript has been used in the novel. I usually publish my journals, I published three tomes and next year I'll be publishing a fourth one. I regard them as literature. I don't make any distinction between poetry and prose. I wrote seven poetry tomes, and after that I started to write prose, but I never got the impression I was doing quite different a thing. There has never been a transition. At first, poetry and narrative are two different arts of words, but in the depths, that difference vanishes.
My diaries are complex and have many purposes. I write down considerations on what I read, or ideas for the books I'm working on, the reality that surrounds me is written on them. I once wrote a two hundred pages long poem.
It's true that poetry is a different art, but just because the word 'poetry' has a different meaning. It's not just the art of versifying, of composing a verse. Poetry is a way of seeing the world. A way to unify the world. In a sense, there can be poets that never wrote a verse, but have this ability to keep being a child forever. I believe that is what poetry is about.
If you can enjoy things like kids do, then you're a poet. Could this summarize the book itself? A metaphore that keeps repeating itself in different ways? In Solenoid I tried to make a parable about reality, about this mankind without knowledge, blind and helpless.
I asked myself if it would be possible to save ourselves through knowledge and using messengers from another world, just like Earth got Jesus. And I found the best representation of this reality in the invisible world of mites. In an ironic way, my character goes down to the planet of mites and tries to contact these beings. But, just like his role model in the Bible, he ends up dismembered and murdered and his message never gets carried.
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This message seems pessimist. The main character believes the world is wasted, that there's no way out, that we're trapped inside evil and there's no chance of redemption. But this dark idea changes near the novel's ending.