<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:27:17.706-08:00</updated><category term='Comunicação'/><category term='Efemérides'/><category term='Trabalhos meus'/><category term='Prémios'/><category term='Livrarias'/><category term='Autores'/><category term='Bisbilhotice'/><category term='Cliques literárias'/><category term='Sexo'/><category term='Bolsos'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='Escrever'/><category term='Design'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Escrita'/><category term='Tops'/><category term='Telefones'/><category term='Weblogs'/><category term='Machado de Assis'/><category term='Recortes'/><category term='Jornais'/><category term='Artistas versus Autarcas'/><category term='Editoras'/><category term='Net'/><category term='literatura'/><category term='Vida de Escritor'/><category term='Capas'/><category term='Teatro'/><category term='Não Lidos'/><category term='Eu sou mais génio do que tu'/><category term='Crise'/><category term='Citações'/><category term='Ego'/><category term='História do Livro'/><title type='text'>Caderno Grande</title><subtitle type='html'>Sobre escritos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-5907400292156098915</id><published>2011-08-21T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T10:01:06.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trabalhos meus'/><title type='text'>Leituras Atravessadas no Teatrão, em Coimbra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vtb1hznbsPI/TlE5zo68BlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1gIxsU6_tQ8/s1600-h/Leituras%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Leituras" border="0" alt="Leituras" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2jYjyTrYuD8/TlE50WHARVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/naoJKZ2HZNU/Leituras_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="392" height="405" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No próximo dia 23 de agosto, pelas 22h, a Tabacaria da OMT abre as portas para mais uma sessão do ciclo Leituras Atravessadas. Jorge Palinhos é o primeiro de uma série de dramaturgos nacionais que, durante a temporada 2011-12 vão colaborar com O Teatrão, e apresenta-nos como mote para a discussão do mundo de hoje a sua peça &lt;i&gt;Antes da Meia-Noite&lt;/i&gt;, obra distinguida em 2007 com o Prémio Manuel Deniz Jacinto. 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What inspires a poem? Pencil or computer? Pain or pleasure? Listen in to interviews with some of our most celebrated writers recorded for the British Library.&lt;img alt="William Faulkner In Hollywood" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Admin/BkFill/Default_image_group/2011/3/25/1301048104762/William-Faulkner-In-Holly-007.jpg" width="460" height="276" /&gt; 'I always felt something of an outsider' ... Ian McEwan on the writing life. Photograph by Alfred Eriss/Time &amp;amp; Life Pictures/Getty Images&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it that makes a writer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/berylbainbridge"&gt;Beryl Bainbridge&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; When I write a novel I'm writing about my own life; I'm writing a &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/biography"&gt;biography&lt;/a&gt; almost, always. And to make it look like a novel I either have a murder or a death at the end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/ianmcewan"&gt;Ian McEwan&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Ancestors, distant relatives and the past really were not part of my sense of family as I grew up. Something of my father's exile from Scotland – self-exile really – and then exile from Great Britain, has rubbed off on me and probably affected the way I write. When I started writing, I didn't feel that I was quite part of the English literary world or its systems of class or whatever – I always felt something of an outsider in it. That's faded over the years, but I think it has made quite an impression on me, this sense of not being deeply connected to all the branches and roots of family. I could make a narrative of my writing which goes something like this: that I began as a kind of existential writer, much more interested in casting characters almost, as it were, outside of history and outside of identifiable places, and as the years have gone by I've become perhaps a more traditional writer, or at least a writer much more aware – consciously, expressively aware – of the traditions of the English novel, the treasures that are laid up for us by the great 19th-century expositors of character and psychology. And so the gap between my early short stories and a novel like &lt;em&gt;Atonement&lt;/em&gt;, with its country house – a novel that looks partly back over its shoulder towards Jane Austen, but also back towards the hallowed traditions of Agatha Christie and crime novels, in that you set up a scene, you have a stranger arrive and everything follows from that. So there's an enormous gap from &lt;em&gt;Atonement&lt;/em&gt; to the earliest short stories with their very dispossessed, alienated characters who are living in a city with no name, often in a time that's not fixed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to Ian McEwan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/audio/2011/mar/25/writing-life-ian-mcewan-audio"&gt;Link to this audio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/hilary-mantel"&gt;Hilary Mantel&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; In the ideal world, all writers would have a Catholic childhood, or belong to some other religion which does the equivalent for you. Because Catholicism tells you at a very early age the world is not what you see; that beyond everything you see, and the appearance – or the accidents as they're known – there is another reality, and it is a far more important reality. So it's like running in the imagination. I think that this was the whole point for me – that from my earliest years I believed the world to have an overt face and a hidden face, and behind every cause another cause, and behind every explanation another explanation, which is perhaps of quite a different order. And if you cease to believe in Catholic doctrine it doesn't mean that you lose that; you still regard the world as ineffable and mysterious and as something which perhaps in the end can't quite be added up. It could be summed up as saying &amp;quot;all is not as it seems&amp;quot;, and of course that's the first thing Catholicism tells you. And then it just runs through everything you write and everything you touch, really. Plus, it's good to have something to rebel against.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/ianrankin"&gt;Ian Rankin&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; It wasn't the thing my parents wanted me to be good at, but if you're working class and your parents have never owned their own house and never owned a car and stuff; they think you go to university to get a trade, to get a profession. So accountant, lawyer, dentist, doctor. There was one relative, an aunt of mine who had grown up with my mum in Bradford; she was married to an accountant, and he had a nice flash car; they owned their own home, seemed to have a very good standard of living, so I thought, &amp;quot;Well, I'll become an accountant.&amp;quot; So by the age of sort of 15 or 16, that's what I thought I was going to do, and I was doing economics and accounts . . . and then there was this sort of epiphany. I was 17, I'd just sat my highers and I'd scraped a C for economics – just passed economics – and I thought, &amp;quot;Why the hell am I going to university to do a subject I'm really not that interested in and obviously not that good at? The thing I really like is English; I like books.&amp;quot; I knew very few professional writers who made a living out of their writing, so there at university I was thinking, &amp;quot;Oh, I'm going to have to become a teacher, or hopefully an English lecturer, and I will continue to write as a hobby part-time; in the margins of my life I'll be a writer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/penelope-lively"&gt;Penelope Lively&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; When I was about 11 or 12 I think I must have said something about how I wanted to be a writer; I don't remember having any such aspiration until much, much later. But I must have said something, because Lucy [my governess] wrote to Somerset Maugham and said that she was governess to a little girl who wanted to be a writer and what would Mr Maugham suggest? Heaven knows how she managed to write to him – I suppose care of the publishers. He wrote a very nice letter back saying absolutely the right thing: &amp;quot;If your little girl is interested in writing then the best thing she can do is read a lot.&amp;quot; Perfect answer; exactly what I'd say myself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/howard-jacobson"&gt;Howard Jacobson&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; I cannot remember a time when I didn't want to be a writer, and specifically a novelist; I can't remember ever wanting to be anything else. I never wanted to be a sportsman, I never wanted to be a musician. I never had the slightest bit of interest in music; we were too clever in my school to be interested in pop music. So when other boys had pictures of footballers on their walls or they had pictures of musicians on their walls, I swear to you, I had a picture of George Eliot, I had a picture of Jane Austen; I had a picture of Ben Jonson, a copy of Sargent's portrait of Henry James which was in the National Portrait Gallery . . . I only ever wanted to be a writer and I only ever valued writers. And it hasn't changed; I only ever value writers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to Howard Jacobson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/audio/2011/mar/25/writing-life-howard-jacobson-audio"&gt;Link to this audio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/pdjames"&gt;PD James&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; I knew from very early childhood I wanted to be a writer – never any doubt in my mind about that. I used to tell stories to my brother and sister. At one time we were in one room; my sister and I shared a bed most of our childhood – a double bed – and my brother had the single one against the wall, and they would want a story last thing at night, and they were very unimaginative in a way because they were all about the adventures of a pig called Percy Pig. I just knew I was going to write one day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UA Fanthorpe:&lt;/strong&gt; I never thought of being a poet because, a) poets were men on the whole, and b) they had to have studied Latin and Greek. My school didn't do Greek, so as far as I was concerned I was ruled out. I know this was ignorance on my part, but . . . you get the impression that to be a poet is something rather highly educated and special.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apart from reading, what is it that makes someone want to write and what happens on the path to becoming an author?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beryl Bainbridge:&lt;/strong&gt; The only reason I wanted to write was to write down my childhood, to write about things I knew, the people I knew . . . I don't believe anybody makes anything up, there's no such thing as the imagination. I mean people may say they don't know where the story came from, but they must do . . . there's nothing you can make up. In general, you're recalling memories I think, and that's the only thing that interested me about writing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/michaelmorpurgo"&gt;Michael Morpurgo&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;One of the things that frightened me about writing when I was a small boy is that I had no ideas and no imagination. I was constantly being told this anyway, and I couldn't write very well. I could joke around like other boys, but on paper I had nothing really serious to add, no adventures I wanted to write down, because I didn't – I just didn't link the two up. I think I learnt at some point that the imagination is not something that you either have or don't have. For me – and we're all different – it's triggered by real people, historical events, memories, by reality of some sort. I don't think in my life I've ever written a story which does not have some little root, some little seed of truth or observation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilary Mantel:&lt;/strong&gt; I'd been reading about the [French] revolution for a while. I'd retained an interest in it since school days, and I'd dropped the whole thing during my university years. And then I kind of remembered it, and I picked up one or two biographies and got back into the whole thing. And then I began to look for more and more books and I began to take notes, and one day stopped myself and said: &amp;quot;What actually are you doing?&amp;quot; – and the answer was &amp;quot;You are writing a novel&amp;quot;. That was the day I remember because it was drawing a line in the sand, I think, admitting to myself that this was what I was going to do and setting my stall out to write a very big novel as well – nothing like the kind of thing people are supposed to produce as their first novel. And I think then, at about the age of 22, I channelled all my ambition into my book [&lt;em&gt;A Place of Greater Safety&lt;/em&gt;]. I had severe reservations about my capacity. I knew I could write from the point of view of style; I knew I could make a scene work, but I didn't think I had very much imagination, and for the longest time I concentrated on finding out every possible detail I could ferret out of the record. And then there came a point where with a particular episode the facts ran out, and I thought: &amp;quot;This is going to be hard, I will have to make it up.&amp;quot; And that was the second part of becoming a novelist, because I realised I could do that too, and I don't know how but I really believed in it. I would stake anything on the fact that one day it would be published, and I gave it the best parts of myself and I gave it the best of my time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But when I look back, would I have advised myself to do this? Well no, I don't think you give anyone that advice, because it seems such a mad enterprise to undertake. I wanted to write this book because it didn't exist already. I wanted to read a really good novel about these people; I wanted someone to have worked out their imaginative dimension for me. I suppose it seemed like the one certainty in life: I would finish it and it would be published. The path to publication was far more torturous than I could ever have imagined, but the day that it was published I was able to . . . to shake hands with my 22-year-old self.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you decide which form or genre was right for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Howard Jacobson: &lt;/strong&gt;After all the years of trying to write like Lawrence or James or Tolstoy and just giving it up and thinking: &amp;quot;Oh God it's not going to happen,&amp;quot; I found myself at the end of my academic career teaching at Wolverhampton Polytechnic, which was a job to me so humiliating, in a city so ghastly, at a rubbishy time in my life, that I started to write about it – a satiric campus novel which I'd never thought I would write anything like in my life, and I thought: &amp;quot;It's working, this looks as though it's working.&amp;quot; What partly gave it life was my realisation that I was a Jew in this, it was something about being a Jew in Wolverhampton, I don't know why. And I called my character Sefton Goldberg and I kept coming up with this phrase which is repeated many times in the novel, &amp;quot;Being Jewish, Sefton Goldberg,&amp;quot; and I thought &amp;quot;That gives me a little comic edge.&amp;quot; Never thought I'd write a comic novel, never thought I'd write a campus novel and I never thought I'd write anything about Jews. Here was all that and that was beginning to work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PD James: &lt;/strong&gt;I never read romantic novels, ever; I didn't enjoy them. And as I never liked fantasy and I've never liked science &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/fiction"&gt;fiction&lt;/a&gt;, I suppose that leaves for one's comfort reading the detective story. The form is often quite nostalgic; if you're reading some of the earlier ones it's a different world, it's a more ordered world, it's a safer world – despite the fact they're dealing with murder. You're back in this English village with the well-known characters; there's a sense of nostalgia and security about them, and in the end a terrible crime is solved and peace and order is restored. And in real life it isn't, and in modern detective stories, especially mine, it isn't restored, but in most classical detective stories it is restored. You know it's going to turn out right, that virtue is going to be rewarded and evil is going to be punished. So they do have that ability to provide for the reader some kind of solace. I don't think we choose our genre, I think that a genre chooses us. The idea that you would lose control has always horrified me, and I suppose this is a very controlled form of writing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/michael-holroyd"&gt;Michael Holroyd&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; I like to think that biographers can sometimes be messengers between past people and the present. What are all these letters and journals there for? Is it possible that when we're dead we have different priorities, that we no longer wish to be silent as it were? I believe there's a case to be made for bringing the dead to life, for a bit, in a way. To be a messenger going backwards and forwards is worthwhile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do your ideas come from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penelope Lively: &lt;/strong&gt;Usually the idea for a novel comes to me, in a strange way, from reading rather than from living or observation. It's often what I can only call an intellectual concern – some sort of large issue I've got very interested in. The operation of memory is an obvious one because several novels have been prompted by that. Or again the nature of evidence – that's another important theme to me. Then the problem is to find the vehicle, to find the story and the characters and the backdrop, because they're going to be the vehicle for this idea. Because then I don't want the idea to show very much; I want the idea to be a sort of seven-eighths of the iceberg, a kind of ballast, but without which the whole novel would flounder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Rankin: &lt;/strong&gt;There's a kind of question I want to answer, a theme I want to explore. It could be something as basic as the financial crash and what it meant to Edinburgh as a city built on money, when so many jobs depend on money. It could be xenophobia, it could be people-trafficking, immigration policy, the G8 coming to Scotland, who changes the world – do the politicians change the world or do activists change the world or do terrorists change the world? It's stuff like that, and it's just something – usually from the newspapers or from the news or from conversations I've been having with people. There's something bugging me; there's something I'm mulling over. So then I just find a way of doing it as a novel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/frayn"&gt;Michael Frayn&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Ideas for things come into one's head, or bits of ideas; you feel there's something – there's some meat on the bone, there's something there that lures you on. The more you think about it the more you're led into this new world and the more of that world you see. And part of having an idea is having some notion of how you would tell the story. It's not just thinking it would be nice to write something about the Crimean war, it's having some particular way in mind of writing something about the Crimean war, and the idea for the way to tell the story helps you to see what the story is. The story suggests the means, the means suggests the story; it's mutually dependent. And you don't have very much choice in the matter. Ideas come, characters suggest themselves, and the nature of the story and the nature of the characters dictates how it's going to be done.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I suppose if people are not writers or painters or whatever they see the life of the artist as being one of great freedom, but it's not really; it's as constrained as anyone else's by the material that's available. The thing seems to have some kind of reality in one's head; it seems to be something that one is discovering, rather than inventing. I see that as a kind of psychological trick on oneself, because the whole point about fiction is that it's invention. It doesn't really seem like it at the time – it seems as if you are slowly discovering something that already exists and seeing how the different parts of it relate to each other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilary Mantel:&lt;/strong&gt; The idea that kicks off a book is usually quite slight and circumstantial. So I see something, hear something, think &amp;quot;That would make a story&amp;quot;, and then I find its vast hinterland. No story is ever simple. And when I'm in the middle of it I think: &amp;quot;Oh, but this is what I'm intensely interested in, more than I'm interested in anything else.&amp;quot; But that's just for the while of the book; it's a way of being in it and dwelling in it. What you're going to do is put your intellect and your emotions and your personality in its service. But when you begin you don't know how all encompassing a narrative will become. It's like hearing a distant sound and thinking: &amp;quot;Well, is that actually thunder?&amp;quot; and then the storm comes closer and closer and you're caught in the middle of it before you know where you are.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes a poem work and can a poem ever be willed into being?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wendy Cope:&lt;/strong&gt; You've got to have something to say, but you don't always know what it is. It's often just some words in your head that you think could be a line of a poem, so you write them down and see where it goes. One of the major misconceptions about &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/poetry"&gt;poetry&lt;/a&gt; is that the poet has some kind of agenda and intentions, not just that some words come into their head and then they start playing with them and seeing where they go. Because sometimes I will try to write a poem and it just comes out dead because there isn't really anything that's deeply felt or worth saying. One thing that makes poems work is strong emotion, and I remember hearing James Berry, I think it was, saying that one characteristic of a good poet is that they feel things intensely, and he said: &amp;quot;Of course poets are not the only people who feel things intensely, but it is one of the qualities,&amp;quot; and I think that's true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Fuller: &lt;/strong&gt;Can you choose what you write? I suppose as I've got older I've been readier to choose topics and simply sit down and get on with them, rather than waiting for something to hit me sideways. I had been trying this business that Browning notoriously tried, on a New Year's resolution, writing a poem every day. It is utterly impossible because, for instance, if you're writing quite a long poem you won't write that in a day. And if you had to go to the dentist on Tuesday and then something happens on Tuesday afternoon the whole day has gone and you're not going to sit down in the evening and complete a poem, so it's not possible for any number of reasons. But the general wish to keep writing, to go at it, to find the new poem, the new subject immediately is quite an interesting experiment. I once kept going for quite a long time, and most of that material was discarded, but I think the very business of doing it uncovered a lot of things for me that did ultimately lead to poems; it was material I could make use of and it suggested other things to me beyond what I'd actually got in the notebook for that day. Browning gave up after three days, but he did write &amp;quot;Childe Roland&amp;quot; on one of them, so that's pretty good going – that's a long poem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a routine? What tools do you use?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Frayn:&lt;/strong&gt; It's very difficult when each day you start with a sort of cold brain and nothing happens. In my case I look back over what I was doing the day before and make a few small corrections, often to typing errors, then maybe a few grammatical errors, and then I see a better way of putting something, and gradually you get drawn into the world you've created and you start rewriting what you did the day before and gradually coming up to the point where you left it the day before and going on. And certainly at the end of each day's work I try – when my brain is hot and stuff is happening, but when I'm really too tired to go on – to make hasty notes and write down bits and pieces of what's going to come, anything that's already in one's head, sort of scatter it down on the page so that when you start the next day you've got some stuff there to work on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Rankin: &lt;/strong&gt;You get these writers who say: &amp;quot;I go to my office at nine and I write from nine till 12 and then I revise from two till four and that's my day, and I do 2,000 words a day and when I've done my 2,000 words a day that's me,&amp;quot; and you go: &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; I have days when I do fuck all. I sit down at a computer, nothing's coming, I'm having to tear each word out, it's like digging for coal, and I'll go: &amp;quot;No, this isn't working,&amp;quot; and I'll just walk away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Fine:&lt;/strong&gt; The first bit usually is in pencil, and then later in the day or whenever I will often type that up, and from then on I will be correcting and then I'll work on it in pencil again – over and over and over and over and over – and some pages come fairly easily and don't take much correcting, especially if it's a book for very young children where you're keeping the prose extremely simple. The older the intended reader of the book is, the more complicated it becomes, so you might end up printing certain pages out 20, 30 times. I have novels where, out of sheer interest, I've kept every version of it and I can fill a box two, three feet off the floor with drafts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Holroyd: &lt;/strong&gt;What I really like is rewriting, but you cannot rewrite until you've already written, and that is terrible. And then rewriting the rewritten text, and so on, up to 10 times, hoping always to get it shorter, more condensed, pack more energy into it. Even if it's a sad thing, you want to get the essence of the most dolorous phrases and connect them in some way, [and] so in that way try to perfect something. You have the energy from the first draft, the momentum, the &amp;quot;go&amp;quot;, but then you try to shape it more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilary Mantel: &lt;/strong&gt;When I had an ordinary typewriter I had to do much more in longhand, and the typing was a kind of copying of it, or a polishing-up, but not original work. But as soon as I moved to a computer I began to work on the screen and I had a sense of the words appearing, almost as if they were appearing out of my unconscious because the effort to type is so little compared to a manual typewriter. So you haven't anymore got that chop chop chop of the keys – you've got an almost silent process so you can hear the rhythm in your head better. &lt;em&gt;Fludd&lt;/em&gt; was the first book that I worked on entirely by that process, from inception, and I think that's made a huge difference to me. I can think of it as far more like composing, like hearing a tune and composing a piece of music, if you like, than I ever could in the days of typewriters. Of course soon nobody will understand this: there'll be no one alive who wrote on a typewriter, but it was a very cumbersome process.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What sort of a relationship exists between writers and the people they create on the page? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Frayn: &lt;/strong&gt;Well, you do get very obsessed with them. You can't help thinking about them a lot. However much you think in advance, however much you plan, the events will get changed as you come to them and work on them. And the events are the characters, the characters are the events. So they are in flux. It's not like thinking about friends, or people one knows, whose lives are not under one's control. With characters, you are actually creating their lives with them. It does seem – and I realise this is a psychological trick and it sounds very coy – but it is as if they are speaking and leading those lives. It's a very symbiotic relationship. You do seem to be with people who have minds of their own, thoughts of their own, but at the same time you're very much involved in leading their lives with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PD James:&lt;/strong&gt; How it works for me is best described in the opening of &lt;em&gt;Devices and Desires&lt;/em&gt;. This book begins with the murder of a young girl, I think she was called Brenda. The murderer is a serial murderer of women who cuts off their hair, and whistles, so he is called the Whistler, and it had the opening that Brenda was the fifth victim of the Whistler and she died because she missed the bus. And the bus she missed was from the country town, which was obviously Ipswich, where she'd been to a dance, home to her village. She gets a lift with two women drivers, but they can only take her part of the way; they leave her at the end of this country road. She never reaches the bus because the murderer is there on that road. When I was writing that passage I was Brenda, feeling first of all the relief that she was going to be on the bus and then the realisation that there was this murderer, and then an increasing fear and unease. I was Brenda knowing everything that had happened at the dance, although I wasn't going to write about it. I was Brenda knowing exactly who she would meet at home when she got there and what her relationship with her parents was, although none of that was going to be in the book; I was just Brenda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But then with part of my mind, of course, which was detached from being Brenda, I was thinking how can I describe this journey. I think: I'll have bushes on the left-hand side where she's walking because that's more frightening than the open fields, and then on the right I'm going to have some of those distorted trees you get in East Anglia, distorted by the winds – some of them look like witches, waving witches' arms; very sinister. And then I'm going to have a car coming past, and then there'll be this familiar, reassuring sound, and then just a blaze of light and sound as it rushes past, and that will make her feel even more lonely and isolated. So there's this duality of actually experiencing what your character is experiencing, at the same time with part of your mind thinking of the technique of bringing this alive for the reader.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Rankin: &lt;/strong&gt;Where do all these characters in your books come from? They come from inside your head. You're a role-player, you're an actor, and you've got all these different characters who you invent and who then are there forever. I must have a cast of thousands by now of people I've invented. It's not really putting on someone else's clothes, it's putting on someone else's skin, their mind and their body. For example in &lt;em&gt;The Complaints&lt;/em&gt;, Malcolm's sister has a fairly abusive relationship; you know, she's living with a guy who she loves but who's not a very nice guy. Well I didn't just want to look at her through Malcolm's eyes, I wanted to know what it was like to be her. But I didn't go and talk to lots of battered women or abused people; I just thought, &amp;quot;What's it like to let yourself get in a situation where you can't escape, you don't want to – you don't want to walk away, you know you should but you won't and you can't?&amp;quot; And I think that's the whole thing about loitering with intent, and Muriel Spark's notion that that's what writers do. You just think about these people until they become real to you and you can inhabit their bodies, for a short space of time. I mean only for a page or two, but a page or two is all you need.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penelope Lively: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm very keen on dialogue as a way of defining character, so I often find that the notebooks fill up with passages of dialogue between a couple of characters who at that stage will be called A and B or X and Y; they haven't even got names. I know sort of who they are, that they're a he and a she, and they're central characters, or not. But I haven't named them yet because that comes later, but I want to hear what they say, I want to get some idea of what their voices sound like because in that way I shall be able to fill them out as characters. It's the most odd business, the naming of characters in fiction, because it's so unlike people's names in real life. Your name has not been chosen for you by your parents because they think you look as though you might be a Sarah or a Penelope – they've plucked it because they think it's a name they rather like and it perhaps goes with your surname. Whereas in fiction you do feel that you have to match the name to the character and a character who sounds very much like a Tom or a Dick you're not going to be calling Percival.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilary Mantel: &lt;/strong&gt;Where do you pull your characters from? You have to create them out of your own self; where else could they possibly come from? To create the protagonist of a book you really have to be prepared to live through them, and for me the process is physical as well as mental: I don't quite know how to put this, but I am so intensely engaged with my characters that their physicality passes into mine, and I've only just discovered the joys of working with a really healthy central character. When I started writing &lt;em&gt;Wolf Hall&lt;/em&gt;, my novel about Thomas Cromwell, I got extremely strong. My health suddenly improved and I felt as if the boundaries of my being had become firmer. Cromwell is physically a short, broad, squat, strong man, and what I've always thought about him is that he was probably very hard to knock over. This is important because he had been a soldier, he had led a very adventurous youth, and I thought, well, if I'd only known what a tonic it would be, I'd have started writing this book years ago! It is just amazing what imagination can do – what it can cause to happen in the real world, and every day I'm proving and exploring how strong the products of one's mind can be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to Hilary Mantel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/audio/2011/mar/25/writing-life-hilary-mantel-audio"&gt;Link to this audio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much planning is required when it comes to structuring a book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beryl Bainbridge:&lt;/strong&gt; Structure is the most important thing of all, I think, in writing. You may think of a marvellous plot, but unless you know how to structure it, which bit goes where and where, you won't get the full impact of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Rankin: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm really not in control at all of what I'm writing. It's almost as though before I start writing there's a shape sitting there that I've not seen yet, and when I start to write the novel the shape will reveal itself to me, the novel will decide which way it wants to go. Does it want to follow this character or that character, is this minor character really interesting and worth blowing up into a full-scale character or is this major character unnecessary and needs to be done away with? Maybe the shape is sitting in my subconscious, buried way deep down. It's like a high-wire act, because you've no idea when you start the book if you can finish it or not; will it have a satisfactory denouement? A writer like James Ellroy, for example, will do a two to three-hundred page synopsis of the book before he starts writing it because he needs to know everything that's going to happen in the book. I don't need to know everything that's going to happen; I'm much happier playing the detective; ie, the first draft is me getting to know the characters and their motives and everything else, so I start the book knowing almost as little as Rebus does, or whoever the cop or main character happens to be. I think that keeps the suspense level up, because if I don't know where the story is going probably the reader doesn't know either. So I'm not giving stuff away because there's nothing for me to give away; there are no red herrings at the start. I don't like all that kind of stuff like red herrings, a sense of holding back necessary information from the reader, which Agatha Christie did brilliantly throughout her career. To me that's the least interesting part of the crime genre.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to Ian Rankin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/audio/2011/mar/25/writing-life-ian-rankin-audio"&gt;Link to this audio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PD James: &lt;/strong&gt;By the time I begin writing, the plot is there and there's a chart which shows in which order the things come so that the structure is right. But that will change, as new ideas occur during the writing, which makes the writing very exciting. New ideas: sometimes one greets them with huge enthusiasm and thinks, &amp;quot;Oh, that's really clever, yes, this is how it happened and this is logical and right and inevitable and that will be how it will be.&amp;quot; So I never get exactly the book that I thought I was going to write.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Holroyd: &lt;/strong&gt;When you write biography or history or non-fiction you always look for a way of escaping from the prison of chronology before you come back into it, and sometimes what I try to do is to have two lines of progress in a narrative: one is the &amp;quot;and then and then and then&amp;quot;, 1900, 1901, 1902. But then there's the thematic line as well, and that doesn't keep exactly in step with the other, so the challenge is to have a narrative where you can stop the sequence of things and have a thematic break from that and then return. I once, in my biography of Shaw, left Sidney Webb I think on the top of a hill – at a certain date, of course. Then we had a lot more &amp;quot;and then&amp;quot;, and 30 pages later I thought, &amp;quot;Okay, he can come down now&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the writing's finished, how do you judge the quality of your work? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Fuller: &lt;/strong&gt;I don't think a writer is necessarily a good judge of his own work, whichever way it goes. He can be over-fond or overcritical.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/peter-porter"&gt;Peter Porter&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not at all confident about the quality of what I do, and I suffer like all people do, I think, who are writers, an intense disappointment – not at the reception of what I've written, but at my own inability to bring off what I want to bring off. Auden in his introduction to his &lt;em&gt;Collected Poems&lt;/em&gt; (well, the first one of his collected poems), said in a writer's work there are usually four categories – he loved categorising things. First, sheer rubbish which he greatly regrets ever having done. Second, poems he's got nothing against except they're not very important; they're not very good but, you know, he doesn't hate them. Third, the saddest of all, the fair notion, fatally injured. And then the last one, the handful of poems he's truly grateful for, which if he were to publish would make his work seem dangerously slim, and vitiated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you handle the reviews?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penelope Lively: &lt;/strong&gt;I would love to just disappear to the other side of the world at publication time, or put my head under a pillow or something, but you can't. So I simply dread it. I love a year in which I don't have a book coming out and dread a year in which there is one. A bad review doesn't get any easier to take, so you just have to sit and suffer for the period that it happens. Some writers say they don't read their reviews. I never quite know whether to believe this or not. That must mean not picking up a newspaper for about two months.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilary Mantel:&lt;/strong&gt; You have to give an author the elementary courtesy of getting the basics of their book right. But if that's in place, well then opinion is free, and from time to time you are going to be horribly misunderstood, but after all, you gave that book into the world to be misunderstood. You can't staple yourself to it and go round explaining yourself and protest that the critics have misunderstood because that is something they're perfectly at liberty to do. The secret is that by the time reviews come out you must be deep into another project, and that is what gives you your energy and the motivation to carry on; it's the new book not the old book. Such a lot of it is about keeping your confidence up. But I think that's got more to do with what happens day by day than what the critics say, because the blank page breeds a crisis of confidence every morning. And once you've navigated your way through all the difficulties thrown up by a particular book, and done it again and again, that's where your confidence is drawn from.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Holroyd:&lt;/strong&gt; I have altered one or two things as a result of reading reviews and thinking: &amp;quot;That's a valid point, never thought of it. If I get another chance to do it in a new thing I'll make a note of that,&amp;quot; and I have had a chance and I have changed it. It could be even a single word. But I think I've probably become more sensitive to them. I would say people as they get older become either more like stones or more like sponges, and I'm probably more like a sponge. One is investing everything in it and one wants the child to be well received.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what about publicity?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beryl Bainbridge:&lt;/strong&gt; In the old days you wrote a book, and if you were lucky it was reviewed, and then after about a few months the whole thing was forgotten till you wrote another one. But nowadays, if you have a book coming out you go all over the country – you have to really flog it; your publisher expects you to, and you're forever giving readings or talking about it on the telly or the radio . . . You could turn down invitations to America, to India, to Australia, to all the different festivals. I always turn them down because I hate travelling. You'd have various articles in the newspaper, they'd come round and interview you and take another dreary photograph, and you'd go from city to city doing readings, because nowadays there is a so-called book festival practically every month, so there's always somewhere to go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Porter: &lt;/strong&gt;The way things are today you couldn't be as successful, in the sense of having your works put on and esteemed, as Shakespeare was and yet be completely unknown to everybody as Shakespeare was in his time. If he were alive today he'd be on everything. Every morning he'd be on the &lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt; programme, he'd be having special sessions at the South Bank, he'd be in 1,000 different pictures and he'd be interviewed and he couldn't avoid it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Holroyd:&lt;/strong&gt; When my career started, you did perhaps something on the radio, the Third Programme maybe or the Home Service, and that was it. There was much more advertising, there were more bookshops and advertising in newspapers and magazines, but that didn't involve you. You might do an interview, yes, but then from the 70s onwards writing became more and more a younger brother of the performing arts, so you have to go out and blow the trumpet and beat the drum in front of your book. I think that because we're no longer a literary culture, as we used to be, it isn't the word that speaks: you have to perform the word a bit, you have to demonstrate it, you have to appear, you have to be the book, and that's quite different. And there's something terrible about it really, because you finish a book and it's not published for another year or so; possibly you're writing a different book – involved in that – and when people say, &amp;quot;What's your book about?&amp;quot; Well, what is my book about? A terrible blank that stares you in the face. The book should do the speaking and I should stay at home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So why write?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilary Mantel: &lt;/strong&gt;It's always worried me, is writing a way of life or is it a way of not living, is it essentially a second-hand pursuit? I think it probably worries all writers, but then they say the onlooker sees most of the game, so that's the virtue of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Porter:&lt;/strong&gt; Literature is a sort of keeping going while the various destinies all around about you are being enacted. It's a way, I think, of coping with time. We don't seem to live very long, and yet on the other hand 24 hours can be a tremendously big burden.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Holroyd:&lt;/strong&gt; The only happiness one gets from writing is doing a good day's work, of suddenly discovering something on the page which works. You pick up the page, you shake it, it's there, it doesn't come to bits, and you didn't know it at the beginning of the day and now you know it. Now that's a real happiness, and unless there is some element of that, well why on earth is one writing? Because otherwise moving a pen across the page is not all that enjoyable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PD James: &lt;/strong&gt;There are times of boredom, there are times of regret, there are times of disappointment and there are times of it's just hard work and times when you wonder if you'll go on today – better not leave it and wait till inspiration comes? Always fatal, I think. But basically, yes, hugely pleasurable, and certainly a writer is happiest, I think, when either writing or plotting or planning a book, or most of us are. Although some people would say – when asked if they were happy as a writer – would probably say: &amp;quot;No, not particularly, but I would be very, very unhappy if I weren't a writer.&amp;quot; I think there must be a kind of compulsion about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beryl Bainbridge: &lt;/strong&gt;I don't write for readers; I don't think many writers do – I don't think any. They say they do, don't they? But . . . well, I only write for myself, and when somebody says: &amp;quot;Oh, your book has given me so much pleasure,&amp;quot; I just think, &amp;quot;How peculiar&amp;quot;. I don't know what to say. Of course I don't say that; I smile and say &amp;quot;How nice&amp;quot; – but I think I'd have written books whether they were published or not. I just liked writing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to Beryl Bainbridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/audio/2011/mar/25/writing-life-beryl-bainbridge-audio"&gt;Link to this audio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-6897962643610364285?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6897962643610364285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6897962643610364285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2011/04/segredos-de-escritores.html' title='Segredos de escritores'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-6397017502793516985</id><published>2011-04-16T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T01:53:25.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trabalhos meus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida de Escritor'/><title type='text'>Conversas Imaginárias 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Conversas Imaginárias 2011 @Porto, de 16 a 17 de Abril, no &lt;a href="http://www.clubeliterariodoporto.co.pt/"&gt;CLP - Clube Literário do Porto&lt;/a&gt;.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n6taZS-OBq0/TZWL5I2EeaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Im7iEdPpc0c/s1600/Poster_CI2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n6taZS-OBq0/TZWL5I2EeaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Im7iEdPpc0c/s320/Poster_CI2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Sábado, 16 de Abril    &lt;br /&gt;10:30 – Ponto de Encontro: Piano-Bar do CLP.    &lt;br /&gt;Sessões no Auditório:    &lt;br /&gt;11:30 – Novas formas de publicação em Portugal (debate com Pedro Ventura, Carla Ribeiro, Diana Sousa e Ana Cláudia Silva; moderação de Rogério Ribeiro).    &lt;br /&gt;12:30 – Intervalo.    &lt;br /&gt;14:00 – Arte Fantástica: Ilustração, Fotografia e Banda Desenhada (apresentações por Ana Cruz, André Coelho, Pedro Miranda, Manuel Alves e Diogo Carvalho; moderação de Rui Ramos).    &lt;br /&gt;15:30 – Marionetas do Porto (apresentação por Isabel Barros e Shirley Resende; moderação de Rui Ramos).    &lt;br /&gt;16:00 – O Porto Fantástico e o Fantástico no Porto: À conversa com Beatriz Pacheco Pereira (moderação de Rogério Ribeiro).    &lt;br /&gt;17:00 – Intervalo.    &lt;br /&gt;17:30 – Contos: O Fantástico em dose concentrada (debate com João Ventura, Jorge Palinhos, João Reis e José Pedro Lopes; moderado por Inês Botelho).    &lt;br /&gt;18:30 – Projectos multimédia (apresentações de Nocturnus (Rafael Loureiro-escritor), Yoshi (João Pedro Sousa-mangaka+Pedro Andrade-músico), Noidz (Andreia Lopes-vocalista e José Baetas-ilustrador) e UnderSiege; moderação de Rogério Ribeiro).    &lt;br /&gt;20:30 – Encontro em restaurante a anunciar. Jantar com a participação especial da contadora de histórias Clara Haddad.    &lt;br /&gt;Domingo, 17 de Abril    &lt;br /&gt;Sessões no Auditório:    &lt;br /&gt;11:30 – Literatura Fantástica Portuguesa (debate com João Barreiros, Ana Cristina Alves, Luís Filipe Silva e João Seixas; moderação de Madalena Santos).    &lt;br /&gt;13:00 – Intervalo.    &lt;br /&gt;14:30 – Utopias e Distopias (debate com Fátima Vieira, Luís Filipe Silva e João Seixas; moderação de Inês Botelho).    &lt;br /&gt;15:30 – Cinema Fantástico (debate com Paulo Leite, Artur Serra Araújo e Nuno Reis; moderação de Rogério Ribeiro).    &lt;br /&gt;17:00 – Intervalo.    &lt;br /&gt;17:30 – Gravação ao vivo do podcast Jogador-Sonhador (por Ricardo Tavares).    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Organização: Rogério Ribeiro, Rui Baptista, Inês Botelho, Rui Ramos e Madalena Santos. Colaboração na org.: Isabel Damião (CLP).   &lt;br /&gt;Conversas Imaginárias 2011 @Porto    &lt;br /&gt;http://conversas-imaginarias.blogspot.com/    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-6397017502793516985?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6397017502793516985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6397017502793516985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2011/04/conversas-imaginarias-2011.html' title='Conversas Imaginárias 2011'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n6taZS-OBq0/TZWL5I2EeaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Im7iEdPpc0c/s72-c/Poster_CI2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-2766447443997305474</id><published>2011-02-25T04:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T04:41:40.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trabalhos meus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livrarias'/><title type='text'>Eu, Bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_0vLfjgViuLI/TWejgG19f2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1nx2IrEFRDY/s1600-h/Bang%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="capa_exterior_interior_Revista_Bang9.ai" border="0" alt="capa_exterior_interior_Revista_Bang9.ai" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_0vLfjgViuLI/TWejg4w7kOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mWY204-FvZ0/Bang_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deve estar disponível este fim-de-semana, gratuitamente, em todas as FNACs, a revista BANG 9. Inclui o meu conto “Os Crisântemos Africanos”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-2766447443997305474?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2766447443997305474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2766447443997305474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-bang.html' title='Eu, Bang!'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_0vLfjgViuLI/TWejg4w7kOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mWY204-FvZ0/s72-c/Bang_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-8314821610465462837</id><published>2010-12-30T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:33:34.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trabalhos meus'/><title type='text'>Workshop de Escrita de Diálogos em Lisboa</title><content type='html'>É nas conversas que o mundo se constrói e destrói, seja nos murmúrios dos amantes, seja nas conversações diplomáticas que decidem a história. As conversas, os diálogos, os silêncios entre duas ou mais personagens são o alicerce do teatro, do cinema e metade ou mais da ficção que se escreve.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se as conversas são o alicerce do nosso dia a dia, é também algo que fazemos inconscientemente, muitas vezes sem saber como o fazemos, para quê e com que efeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Neste curso breve sobre a arte de escrever diálogos vamos tentar descobrir o mais omnipresente e desconhecido dos gestos humanos, a fim de descobrir os silêncios que se escondem nas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 de Janeiro de 2011&lt;br /&gt;Sábado&lt;br /&gt;Das 11h às 18h&lt;br /&gt;Na &lt;a href="http://www.escreverescrever.com/verEdicao.php?id_edicao=1256&amp;mes=01"&gt;Escreverescrever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-8314821610465462837?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/8314821610465462837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/8314821610465462837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/12/workshop-de-escrita-de-dialogos-em.html' title='Workshop de Escrita de Diálogos em Lisboa'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-1580304332366664300</id><published>2010-11-10T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T03:04:50.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trabalhos meus'/><title type='text'>Reposição de Vítima da Crise no Teatro Latino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vLfjgViuLI/TNp8Bqg_ZuI/AAAAAAAAADo/g66EVFYTzTY/s1600/Vitima_da_Crise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vLfjgViuLI/TNp8Bqg_ZuI/AAAAAAAAADo/g66EVFYTzTY/s320/Vitima_da_Crise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537875059839821538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a própria crise, este espectáculo dura, e dura e dura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De 10 a 13 de Novembro, pelas 22h, na Sala Estúdio Latino.&lt;br /&gt;Descontos para grupos de 7 pessoas ou mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-1580304332366664300?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1580304332366664300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1580304332366664300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/11/reposicao-de-vitima-da-crise-no-teatro.html' title='Reposição de Vítima da Crise no Teatro Latino'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vLfjgViuLI/TNp8Bqg_ZuI/AAAAAAAAADo/g66EVFYTzTY/s72-c/Vitima_da_Crise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-2949310497400357051</id><published>2010-10-20T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:54:20.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trabalhos meus'/><title type='text'>O Terramoto no Chile, no Contagiarte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vLfjgViuLI/TL9yt54hkrI/AAAAAAAAADg/qYVmo2FUw0A/s1600/ar_das_palavras_ok_peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vLfjgViuLI/TL9yt54hkrI/AAAAAAAAADg/qYVmo2FUw0A/s320/ar_das_palavras_ok_peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530265000391840434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É esta quinta-feira, pelas 22h30, no Contagiarte, que arrisco uma leitura encenada de um dos mais fascinantes, ferozes e inclassificáveis contos da literatura ocidental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-2949310497400357051?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2949310497400357051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2949310497400357051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-terramoto-no-chile-no-contagiarte.html' title='O Terramoto no Chile, no Contagiarte'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vLfjgViuLI/TL9yt54hkrI/AAAAAAAAADg/qYVmo2FUw0A/s72-c/ar_das_palavras_ok_peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-5633763469827350669</id><published>2010-09-03T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:10:35.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trabalhos meus'/><title type='text'>Retratinho Bruce Lee - Antestreia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid black;" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs331.snc4/41778_141215729234046_7863_n.jpg" alt="Cartaz Bruce Lee" width="200" height="283" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.terranaboca.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Terra na Boca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sexta e s&amp;aacute;bado, 3 e 4 de Setembro, pelas 22h, nas Galerias Lumi&amp;egrave;re.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Entrada Livre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-5633763469827350669?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/5633763469827350669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/5633763469827350669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/09/retratinho-bruce-lee-antestreia.html' title='Retratinho Bruce Lee - Antestreia'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-5324468748976454624</id><published>2010-09-02T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T06:03:03.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Editoras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida de Escritor'/><title type='text'>A cabeça de um escritor</title><content type='html'>A cabeça de um escritor é um sítio inabitável, cheio de sombras negras que se devoram umas às outras, remorsos, fantasmas, dores, insignificâncias em que não reparamos e ele repara, sensações, luzes, criaturas sem nexo. Usam o papel para ordenar este caos, vertebrar o desespero, dar ao ilógico uma coerência lógica e mostrar o nosso retrato autêntico em cacos de espelho, fundos de poço trémulos, superfícies convexas em que temos de emagrecer por nossa conta. Não se pode estender a mão a quem lê, tem de se caminhar sozinho num nevoeiro aparente em que, a pouco e pouco, as coisas se arrumam nos seus lugares. Em nenhum bom livro há personagens e história: quando muito aparência de personagens e história, usadas para tornar mais clara a vertigem do que somos. Tudo se passa no interior do interior e portanto não devia haver cursos de escrita criativa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um paradoxo nos termos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas de leitura criativa. Conheço menos bons escritores do que bons leitores, um bom leitor é uma espécie muito rara. Um autor do século dezanove dedicava os seus trabalhos aos felizes poucos, expressão roubada a Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we few, we happy few, we band of brothers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capazes de nadarem ao seu lado em águas muito escuras e de regressarem à tona de mãos cheias. Um livro é mais uma orelha que uma voz onde, no fim de contas, é o bom leitor quem conversa. O livro escuta. As páginas são ouvidos pacientes que nos guiam através da liberdade do silêncio, onde as nossas frases se reflectem e regressam com um sentido novo. O bom leitor só recebe na medida em que dá e a qualidade da obra depende desta troca constante, do fluxo e refluxo das emoções partilhadas. Temos de ser um agente activo do livro, fazê-lo nosso até que se torne, como queria Rilke de quem não sou admirador, excepto em raras passagens das Elegias, sangue, olhar e gesto. Se não for assim é uma comédia de enganos, um passatempo inócuo como quase tudo o que em Portugal se impinge, porque a maior parte dos editores ou são ignorantes ou são vigaristas, oferecendo ao público pacotilha impressa: um bom editor, tal como um bom leitor, é mais raro que um bom livro. Uma editora comercialmente bem sucedida é má, ou então tem de fazer compromissos. A casa alemã onde estou, por exemplo, possui um catálogo honesto, dividido em duas partes, literatura e best-sellers. O argumento temos de pôr as pessoas a ler é idiota: o que temos é de ensinar as pessoas a ler. Até Lenine compreendia isto, ao afirmar que a arte não tem de descer ao povo, é o povo que tem de subir à arte. Claro que não é apenas um problema português, é um problema universal. Pasmo com as listas dos tops:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ficção, dizem elas, quando a ficção não existe a não ser nas obras rasteiras. Se me dissessem que escrevia ficção sentia-me insultado: ficção que tolice, é o mundo inteiro que a gente mete entre as capas de um livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vende menos? Decerto, mas há-de vender sempre. Se tivermos lado a lado, à nossa frente, Camões e o jornal, a tendência imediata é pegar no jornal, mas o jornal desaparece amanhã e Camões fica. Chamo jornalismo, explicava Gide, ao que é menos interessante amanhã do que hoje. E depois a Arte não é um desporto de competição: o editor que ponha numa cinta, por exemplo, cem mil exemplares vendidos, ou julga falar de sabonetes ou não é um editor. Se o livro for bom há-de vender muito mais do que isso: quanto terá vendido Ovídio até hoje? É apenas uma questão de tempo, porque os bons leitores existirão sempre, ainda que poucos. O que me aborrece na Arte são os comerciantes que giram em volta dela, sem lhe tocar, porque tiram o seu alimento do efémero. Faz pouco comecei uma biblioteca na empresa onde estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolstoi foi o primeiro: ao receber o livro impresso reparei que as últimas três páginas eram propaganda a lixo. Como se pode, no fim de um livro de Tolstoi, fazer aquilo? Desonestidade? Ignorância? Não faço ideia de quem é o responsável mas devia ter sido fuzilado no berço: Tolstoi de mistura com livros de cozinha e ficções. Recomecei a colecção: até agora não repetiram a indignidade. Pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;­Como vão os livros da biblioteca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resposta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ainda bem que pingam. Se vendessem às grosas é que eu ficava alarmado. Os bons livros são para pingar eternidade fora: o Mondego começa gota a gota; a água suja basta virar o balde e encharca-nos. A água do balde acaba logo. O Mondego não tem princípio nem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;­Pingam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que maravilha pingarem. À força de pingarem hão-de engrossar irrestivelmente, enquanto os baldes se enferrujam, amolgados, num canto do jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que interessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(volto à Gide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o amanhã? A gente vive no hoje, pá, o Horácio que se dane. Que se dane a Coroa, o que vale a pena são as coroas e essas já cá cantam. O problema é que, se alguma nova editora aborda a minha agência, não começa por falar em dinheiro: fala nos nomes do catálogo. Todos eles pingam. Mas dão prestígio a uma Casa. Respeito demasiado o meu trabalho para o deixar à venda numa loja dos trezentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aeiou.visao.pt//de-livros-e-editores=f569659"&gt;António Lobo Antunes - Visão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-5324468748976454624?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/5324468748976454624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/5324468748976454624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/09/cabeca-de-um-escritor.html' title='A cabeça de um escritor'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-6979199756097463391</id><published>2010-08-09T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T05:00:33.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrita'/><title type='text'>10 dicas sobre escrita, por David Soares</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 15px; color: #aaaaaa; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;1-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N&amp;atilde;o escrever como se fala&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Aquilo que &amp;eacute; desculp&amp;aacute;vel no decurso de uma conversa n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; toler&amp;aacute;vel num texto. Poucas coisas s&amp;atilde;o t&amp;atilde;o denunciadoras da falta de talento de um escritor como a coloquialidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;2-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aprender a gram&amp;aacute;tica&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&amp;Eacute; melhor aprend&amp;ecirc;-la que fingir que a ignor&amp;acirc;ncia &amp;eacute; um estilo de escrita arrojado. A gram&amp;aacute;tica &amp;eacute; como as leis da f&amp;iacute;sica:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; negoci&amp;aacute;vel&lt;/span&gt;. O que significa que um texto que a descure &amp;eacute;, na maioria das vezes, ileg&amp;iacute;vel. Quando algu&amp;eacute;m diz que a gram&amp;aacute;tica n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; importante, esse algu&amp;eacute;m n&amp;atilde;o sabe escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;3-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apesar de aprender a gram&amp;aacute;tica, escrever como um escritor e n&amp;atilde;o como um linguista&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Os linguistas odeiam literatura, porque a literatura porta-se mal. Na maioria das vezes, eles t&amp;ecirc;m raz&amp;atilde;o, mas isso n&amp;atilde;o deve consistir num obst&amp;aacute;culo &amp;agrave; imagina&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o - que &amp;eacute; aquilo de que se ocupa (ou deveria ocupar-se) a literatura. Livros como&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Finnegans Wake&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Riddley Walker&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;s&amp;atilde;o an&amp;aacute;temas para os linguistas, mas sem esses t&amp;iacute;tulos a cultura ocidental seria muit&amp;iacute;ssimo mais pobre. Todavia, n&amp;atilde;o pensem, nem por um segundo, que Joyce, Burgess e Hoban n&amp;atilde;o aprenderam gram&amp;aacute;tica (dica n&amp;uacute;mero 2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escrever um livro e n&amp;atilde;o um gui&amp;atilde;o de cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Nas listas de conselhos para aspirantes a escritores n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; novidade encontrar a dica da economia de descri&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es, mas que tipo de descri&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es, ao fim e ao cabo, devem ser econ&amp;oacute;micas? Eu acho que o leitor n&amp;atilde;o precisa de saber a cor dos olhos de todas as personagens do livro, ou outros detalhes da mesma ordem, mas os ambientes e os estados de esp&amp;iacute;rito dos protagonistas devem ser descritos com requinte. Afinal de contas, o leitor comprou um livro e n&amp;atilde;o um gui&amp;atilde;o de cinema, por isso n&amp;atilde;o escrevam livros como se eles fossem gui&amp;otilde;es de cinema (vulgo, colec&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es de di&amp;aacute;logos intercalados com ac&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o). Infelizmente, a literatura dita de g&amp;eacute;nero &amp;eacute; fart&amp;iacute;ssima em exemplos dessa natureza, o que afasta leitores experimentados em outros tipos de literatura, mais ricos em discurso indirecto. &amp;Eacute; aqui que reside, tamb&amp;eacute;m, um erro de percep&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o de leitores menos experientes: &amp;eacute; que ser empolgante apenas significa ser empolgante, n&amp;atilde;o significa ser bem escrito.&amp;nbsp;Sejam exigentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;5-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ser erudito&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Sejam inteligentes a escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Escrevam livros inteligentes e n&amp;atilde;o tratem os leitores como se eles fossem parvos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;N&amp;atilde;o se pode saber tudo, mas pode-se tentar. Procurem estar sempre bem informados e actualizados sobre tudo. Tentem saber o m&amp;aacute;ximo que conseguirem do assunto sobre o qual querem escrever. Invistam em livros e leiam todos os dias. N&amp;atilde;o h&amp;aacute; nada mais triste do que um escritor que n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; erudito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;6-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ler os cl&amp;aacute;ssicos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Os cl&amp;aacute;ssicos da literatura s&amp;atilde;o a fonte de tudo o que se escreve, realiza e encena. Conhe&amp;ccedil;am-nos bem e percebam de que maneiras &amp;eacute; que ainda reverberam no presente e de que formas &amp;eacute; que o vosso trabalho comunica com eles. N&amp;atilde;o me refiro, somente, &amp;agrave; fic&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o, mas tamb&amp;eacute;m aos cl&amp;aacute;ssicos da filosofia, da hist&amp;oacute;ria, da teoria da arte. N&amp;atilde;o h&amp;aacute; nada mais triste do que um livro sem ra&amp;iacute;zes: &amp;eacute; ainda mais triste do que um escritor que n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; erudito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;7-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ler os melhores autores que escrevem no g&amp;eacute;nero de literatura em que se quer singrar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&amp;Eacute; essencial ler o que de melhor se escreve na &amp;aacute;rea em que se quer fazer uma carreira (ignorem o pior, porque &amp;eacute; uma perda de tempo). N&amp;atilde;o s&amp;oacute; nos obriga a questionar o que &amp;eacute; que temos para oferecer que seja melhor que aquilo que estamos a ler, como nos faz evitar repetir ideias que j&amp;aacute; foram publicadas. Ler as melhores refer&amp;ecirc;ncias e conhecer bem a hist&amp;oacute;ria do g&amp;eacute;nero liter&amp;aacute;rio em que se quer nidificar &amp;eacute; t&amp;atilde;o vital para um escritor como o hidrog&amp;eacute;nio &amp;eacute; vital para a tabela peri&amp;oacute;dica e eu desconfio dos autores ou aspirantes a autores que desconhecem ou n&amp;atilde;o mostram interesse nenhum em descobrir o que j&amp;aacute; foi escrito. Isto tamb&amp;eacute;m se relaciona com a dica n&amp;uacute;mero 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;8-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ser perseverante&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Qualquer um &amp;eacute; capaz de come&amp;ccedil;ar a escrever um livro, mas termin&amp;aacute;-lo &amp;eacute; outra hist&amp;oacute;ria. Escrever bem d&amp;aacute; muito trabalho: por isso &amp;eacute; que tantos desistem. Sejam perseverantes: n&amp;atilde;o percam tempo com coisas in&amp;uacute;teis. Se n&amp;atilde;o t&amp;ecirc;m tempo para escrever todos os dias, por motivos profissionais (ou outros), escolham um dia do fim de semana para pass&amp;aacute;-lo a escrever e n&amp;atilde;o deixem que nada interfira com essa escolha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;9-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sacrificar-se&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&amp;Eacute;, somente, uma progress&amp;atilde;o da dica n&amp;uacute;mero 8. N&amp;atilde;o se pode ter o&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glamour&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;que uma profiss&amp;atilde;o art&amp;iacute;stica, como a de escritor, traz, sem se ter, tamb&amp;eacute;m, as horas invis&amp;iacute;veis de trabalho &amp;aacute;rduo e sacrif&amp;iacute;cio. Ser escritor &amp;eacute; uma actividade solit&amp;aacute;ria. N&amp;atilde;o desperdicem em actividades in&amp;uacute;teis as horas que poderiam devotar &amp;agrave; leitura e &amp;agrave; aprendizagem. Fiquem em casa a escrever, porque os livros n&amp;atilde;o se escrevem sozinhos. Tenham o objectivo de ser os melhores naquilo que fazem, sen&amp;atilde;o n&amp;atilde;o vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;10-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ser s&amp;eacute;rio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;O humor tornou-se uma esp&amp;eacute;cie de l&amp;iacute;ngua franca (e um ref&amp;uacute;gio) que permeia todas as &amp;aacute;reas da vida, inclusive as art&amp;iacute;sticas, mas as consequ&amp;ecirc;ncias disso &amp;eacute; que tudo passa a ter uma import&amp;acirc;ncia relativa, mesmo aquilo que &amp;eacute; verdadeiramente importante. Atrevam-se a ser s&amp;eacute;rios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadernosdedaath.blogspot.com/2010/08/dez-dicas-sobre-escrita.html" target="_blank"&gt;Fonte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-6979199756097463391?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6979199756097463391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6979199756097463391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/08/10-dicas-sobre-escrita-por-david-soares.html' title='10 dicas sobre escrita, por David Soares'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-3632816671916286871</id><published>2010-06-17T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T06:00:31.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trabalhos meus'/><title type='text'>Mistero Buffo, até em português</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.contagiarte.pt/destaque/ssp_director/albums/album-1/lg/mistero-buffo_ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 512px; height: 362px;" src="http://www.contagiarte.pt/destaque/ssp_director/albums/album-1/lg/mistero-buffo_ok.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzi alguns excertos do Mistero Buffo, do prémio Nobel Dario Fo, para português.&lt;br /&gt;Vão ser lidos hoje, pelas 22h30, no Espaço Contagiarte. Vale a pena ouvir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-3632816671916286871?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3632816671916286871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3632816671916286871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/06/mistero-buffo-ate-em-portugues.html' title='Mistero Buffo, até em português'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-3510165147849669672</id><published>2010-05-26T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:01:19.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trabalhos meus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Doenças exóticas para gostos mais refinados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.saidadeemergencia.com/uploads/thumbs/715da5813f0688d1856a28be3cb9e717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.saidadeemergencia.com/uploads/thumbs/715da5813f0688d1856a28be3cb9e717.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Histórias de Alan Moore, Neil Gaiman, China Miéville, David Soares e... eu próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Mais informação: &lt;a href="http://www.saidadeemergencia.com/index.php?page=Books.BookView&amp;book_id=568&amp;genre=&amp;SSID=3g1ke5ta9t3ftabgdlnnm02dj5"&gt;Saída de Emergência&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-3510165147849669672?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3510165147849669672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3510165147849669672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/05/doencas-exoticas-para-gostos-mais.html' title='Doenças exóticas para gostos mais refinados'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-7052330129014060136</id><published>2010-04-29T01:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:43:01.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espantosamente, a minha primeira encenação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.terranaboca.com/Num_012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 428px;" src="http://www.terranaboca.com/Num_012.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cena no Palácio de Cristal entre 30 de Abril e 2 de Maio.&lt;br /&gt;Repõe na Galeria de Paris a 12 de Maio.&lt;br /&gt;Mais &lt;a href="http://www.terranaboca.com/"&gt;informações&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dossier &lt;a href="http://www.terranaboca.com/2.pdf"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-7052330129014060136?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/7052330129014060136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/7052330129014060136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/04/espantosamente-minha-primeira-encenacao.html' title='Espantosamente, a minha primeira encenação'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-254061089801751452</id><published>2010-04-19T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:14:01.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo de Fernão Mendes Pinto é em Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgAunwSTZig/S8H2vhrnjLI/AAAAAAAABBM/E2K5v2sA_tU/s1600/Mendes-Pinto7---Olga-Cadava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgAunwSTZig/S8H2vhrnjLI/AAAAAAAABBM/E2K5v2sA_tU/s1600/Mendes-Pinto7---Olga-Cadava.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://teatromosca-retratinhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/retratinho-de-fernao-mendes-pinto-abril.html"&gt;Retratinho de Fernão Mendes Pinto&lt;/a&gt; é apresentado a 24 de Abril na Casa da Cultura de Mira Sintra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-254061089801751452?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/254061089801751452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/254061089801751452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-tempo-de-fernao-mendes-pinto-e-em.html' title='O tempo de Fernão Mendes Pinto é em Abril'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgAunwSTZig/S8H2vhrnjLI/AAAAAAAABBM/E2K5v2sA_tU/s72-c/Mendes-Pinto7---Olga-Cadava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-3399909133980805057</id><published>2010-03-23T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:47:03.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Os textos sem contexto</title><content type='html'>A crítica literária Michiko Kakutani reflecte sobre os textos sem contexto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not just a question of how these “content producers” are supposed to make a living or finance their endeavors, however, or why they ought to allow other people to pick apart their work and filch choice excerpts. Nor is it simply a question of experts and professionals being challenged by an increasingly democratized marketplace. It’s also a question, as Mr. Lanier, 49, astutely points out in his new book, “You Are Not a Gadget,” of how online collectivism, social networking and popular software designs are changing the way people think and process information, a question of what becomes of originality and imagination in a world that prizes “metaness” and regards the mash-up as “more important than the sources who were mashed.” &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/21/books/21mash.html?ref=arts"&gt;NYT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-3399909133980805057?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3399909133980805057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3399909133980805057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/03/os-textos-sem-contexto.html' title='Os textos sem contexto'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-4764552536288437489</id><published>2010-03-19T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:36:41.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trabalhos meus'/><title type='text'>MALACORPO (primeiro momento)</title><content type='html'>19 MARÇO &lt;br /&gt;21:30&lt;br /&gt;Teatro Helena Sá e Costa&lt;br /&gt;Rua da Alegria, 503 (entrada pela Rua da Escola Normal, 39)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preço: &lt;br /&gt;Adultos - 10 €&lt;br /&gt;Grupos c/ + 10 pessoas - 7,50 €&lt;br /&gt;Jovens do 12 aos 25 anos, Estudantes, Maiores de 65 anos - 5€&lt;br /&gt;Crianças até aos 12 anos - 3,50 €&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MALACORPO" é uma exploração encantatória dos objectos. Partindo do mundo da infância, do imaginário e da disponibilidade das crianças para se abrirem e moldarem ao mundo que as rodeia, mergulhamos num tempo em que o nosso corpo e a nossa mente eram flexíveis e se deixavam arrebatar pelos objectos e pelas experiências sentidas. Deste modo podemos ir ao fundo do corpo e descobrir as forças visíveis e invisíveis que o fazem mover, compreendendo como é que ele pode ser um objecto que expressa tantas emoções, tantas ideias, tantas histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;criação colectiva&lt;/span&gt; direcção &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Luciano Amarelo&lt;/span&gt; assistência &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Isabel Costa&lt;/span&gt; dramaturgia &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jorge Palinhos&lt;/span&gt; interpretação &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Filipe Caco, Filipe Lopes e Isabel Costa&lt;/span&gt; cenografia &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Daniel Teixeira&lt;/span&gt; figurinos &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pedro Ribeiro&lt;/span&gt; música &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Filipe Lopes&lt;/span&gt; desenho de luz &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Emanuel Pereira&lt;/span&gt; operação de luz &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bruno Mendes&lt;/span&gt; produção &lt;a href="http://terranaboca-associaocultural.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terra na Boca – uma Associação Cultural com o Mundo lá dentro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-4764552536288437489?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/4764552536288437489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/4764552536288437489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2010/03/malacorpo-primeiro-momento.html' title='MALACORPO (primeiro momento)'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-276939695691269987</id><published>2009-12-21T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:54:00.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>Aspas "ameaçadoras"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Scare quotes&lt;/b&gt; is a term for a particular use of quotation marks. In this application, quotation marks are placed around a single word or phrase to indicate that the word or phrase does not signify its literal or conventional meaning. In contrast to the nominal typographic purpose of quotation marks, the enclosed word(s) may not necessarily be quoted from another source." &lt;a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scare_quotes' target='_blank'&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Eu também lhes chamo "caganitas do texto" ou "cagunfas do autor" em assumir aquilo que ele próprio escreve.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=678ba221-f046-83bc-9285-6004dca47c30' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-276939695691269987?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/276939695691269987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/276939695691269987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/12/aspas.html' title='Aspas &amp;quot;ameaçadoras&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-1406206327352276671</id><published>2009-12-18T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:54:01.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Tiger Woods...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.writerswrite.com/blog/1214091' class='moz-txt-link-freetext'/&gt;Ou os &lt;a href='http://www.writerswrite.com/blog/1214091%20' target='_blank'&gt;segredos bizarros&lt;/a&gt; dos best-sellers.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='355'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.youtube.com/v/Wbqyqm9SPBg&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width='425' height='355' wmode='transparent' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.youtube.com/v/Wbqyqm9SPBg&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=cfffd263-de60-8249-b930-5edf761d8510' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-1406206327352276671?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1406206327352276671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1406206327352276671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiger-woods.html' title='Tiger Woods...'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-6770069707900732130</id><published>2009-12-17T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:56:07.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrever'/><title type='text'>AL Kennedy e a reescrita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;«No one can teach you how to write, or how you write or how you could write better – they can assist you in various areas, but the way that you learn how you write, the way you really improve, is by diving in and reworking, taking apart, breaking down, questioning, exploring, forgetting and losing and finding and remembering and generally testing your prose until it shows you what it needs to be, until you can see its nature and then help it to express itself as best you can under your current circumstances.»&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2009/dec/17/second-thought-rewriting-al-kennedy' target='_blank'&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=4a3cf09f-6597-8530-9416-4fcc481fcce0' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-6770069707900732130?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6770069707900732130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6770069707900732130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/12/al-kennedy-e-reescrita.html' title='AL Kennedy e a reescrita'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-3258013045907458801</id><published>2009-10-30T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T05:43:21.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrita'/><title type='text'>Onde acaba o escritor e começa o editor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Um &lt;a href='http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/oct/24/ernest-hemingway-raymond-carver' target='_blank'&gt;artigo excepcional&lt;/a&gt; no The Guardian onde se olha para casos onde é difícil destrinçar onde acaba o punho do autor e começa a caneta do editor.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=1e78a91b-2713-8c91-82e5-1d4dd1134e2e' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-3258013045907458801?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3258013045907458801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3258013045907458801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/10/onde-acaba-o-escritor-e-comeca-o-editor.html' title='Onde acaba o escritor e começa o editor'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-857538543727191681</id><published>2009-10-29T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T05:42:56.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>Citando Nuno Artur Silva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;«Citando João Lopes: “A narrativa nasce de um jogo constante de linhas que não fecham os sentidos do mundo. Fazer narrativa é exactamente o contrário daquilo que vemos nas telenovelas: aí todas as linhas confluem para o mesmo ponto, todos os sentidos parecem unívocos, compramos a ilusão de um mundo transparente”.»&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://nunoartursilva.com/40618.html' target='_blank'&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=c211561d-cef8-8ae4-a74c-ce9c793c31a3' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-857538543727191681?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/857538543727191681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/857538543727191681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/10/citando-nuno-artur-silva.html' title='Citando Nuno Artur Silva'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-5085784814778823094</id><published>2009-10-28T02:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:22:20.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrita'/><title type='text'>Conselhos de Almodóvar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Alguns conselhos de &lt;a href='http://video.msn.com/?mkt=pt-BR&amp;amp;from=sp&amp;amp;vid=4c08aca6-7654-4f41-ba75-393e880acc0b' target='_blank'&gt;Pedro Almodóvar&lt;/a&gt; para jovens escritores e guionistas. Conselhos simples, mas que vale a pena ter em mente.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Via &lt;a href='http://joaonunes.com' target='_blank'&gt;João Nunes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=2d337f2d-2564-83dc-82b8-2a9a24830f5e' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-5085784814778823094?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/5085784814778823094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/5085784814778823094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/10/conselhos-de-almodovar.html' title='Conselhos de Almodóvar'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-6517487157434153737</id><published>2009-10-27T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:13:58.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois de um longo hiato...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;... Vou tentar manter isto actualizado com artigos, livros, filmes e outros artefactos culturais que me interessam, com as coisas que for fazendo e com os links que for achando.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sem promessas mas com boa vontade.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=4374976b-0ee7-8199-aa30-a243ee3f56d3' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-6517487157434153737?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6517487157434153737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6517487157434153737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/10/depois-de-um-longo-hiato.html' title='Depois de um longo hiato...'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-2398478235502340238</id><published>2009-10-27T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:11:11.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um livro que promete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.tintadachina.pt/images/ec1475c9ee40a437fe22481f581913b3-bigbook.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A &lt;a href='http://www.parisreview.com/' target='_blank'&gt;Paris Review&lt;/a&gt; é uma revista literária americana famosa pelas suas entrevistas de fundo a grandes autores. Este &lt;a href='http://www.tintadachina.pt/book.php?code=ec1475c9ee40a437fe22481f581913b3' target='_blank'&gt;livro&lt;/a&gt;, que descobri hoje, com escolha e tradução de Carlos Vaz Marques, inclui as entrevistas a &lt;a href='http://www.publico.clix.pt/Cultura/entrevistas-da-paris-review-a-escritores-como-borges-e-faulkner-publicadas-na-tintadachina_1406110' target='_blank'&gt;alguns dos maiores escritores do século XX&lt;/a&gt;. Da minha parte estou ansioso por ler.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=ac2fa94a-54a4-8c13-ba54-487f0bedc848' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-2398478235502340238?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2398478235502340238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2398478235502340238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-livro-que-promete.html' title='Um livro que promete'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-2738518572082909135</id><published>2009-10-27T02:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:59:54.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XIV ACASO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Já começou a 14.ª edição do ACASO, o festival de teatro da região de Leiria, organizado pela pessoal de O Nariz. A conferir o programa &lt;a href='http://www.culturacentro.pt/evento.asp?id=760' target='_blank'&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=8536fbf4-345c-8b67-be96-5f8314d36e29' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-2738518572082909135?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2738518572082909135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2738518572082909135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/10/xiv-acaso.html' title='XIV ACASO'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-5514374977689809522</id><published>2009-05-21T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:56:20.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ursula LeGuin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Um óptimo &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2009/may/21/ursula-k-le-guin-realism" target="_blank"&gt;texto&lt;/a&gt; sobre uma das minhas ficcionistas actuais favoritas:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the case of Le Guin – whose latest novel, Lavinia, recently arrived in paperback, and who turns 80 this October – realism has always been something she approached with suspicion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-5514374977689809522?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/5514374977689809522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/5514374977689809522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/05/ursula-leguin.html' title='Ursula LeGuin'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-91932042158000527</id><published>2009-05-20T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:23:01.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trabalhos meus'/><title type='text'>Série humorística</title><content type='html'>Esta é a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/PosCoital"&gt;série humorística&lt;/a&gt; em que estou envolvido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Izsa6kl0vHk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Izsa6kl0vHk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-91932042158000527?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/91932042158000527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/91932042158000527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/05/serie-humoristica.html' title='Série humorística'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-302739657029588945</id><published>2009-03-03T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:37:50.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrever'/><title type='text'>Escritor não gosta de escrever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/mar/03/authors-on-writing"&gt;Outros&lt;/a&gt; assinam &lt;a href="http://www.manchester.ac.uk/aboutus/news/display/?id=4437"&gt;por baixo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-302739657029588945?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/302739657029588945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/302739657029588945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/03/escritor-nao-gosta-de-escrever.html' title='Escritor não gosta de escrever'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-8795839901831698323</id><published>2009-01-08T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:24:48.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História do Livro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prémios'/><title type='text'>Ao murro verbal</title><content type='html'>Um olhar desencantado sobre &lt;a href="http://www.prospect-magazine.co.uk/article_details.php?id=10526"&gt;os prémios e as vedetas&lt;/a&gt; literárias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-8795839901831698323?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/8795839901831698323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/8795839901831698323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2009/01/ao-murro-verbal.html' title='Ao murro verbal'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-4348863801093202786</id><published>2008-12-29T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:53:26.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livrarias'/><title type='text'>Allez les libraires!</title><content type='html'>Os mercadores de livros &lt;a href="http://www.lemonde.fr/livres/article/2008/12/25/la-memoire-vivante-des-marchands-de-livres_1134996_3260.html#xtor=RSS-3260"&gt;adaptam-se&lt;/a&gt; à era alfanumérica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-4348863801093202786?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/4348863801093202786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/4348863801093202786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/allez-les-libraires.html' title='Allez les libraires!'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-986219141514513183</id><published>2008-12-29T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:51:02.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida de Escritor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrita'/><title type='text'>Os escritores que fazem bu</title><content type='html'>Andrew Crofts escreve sobre o drama&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2008/dec/23/hollywood-ghostwriting-mcgregor"&gt; de um escritor-fantasma&lt;/a&gt;. Mas não chega aos calcanhares de &lt;a href="http://www.leitura.pt/home.ud121?oid=8593306&amp;from_zone=Listagem+Cat%E1logo+Por+Pesquisa"&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-986219141514513183?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/986219141514513183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/986219141514513183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/os-escritores-que-fazem-bu.html' title='Os escritores que fazem bu'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-8297474554005291053</id><published>2008-12-29T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:21:48.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Machado de Assis'/><title type='text'>O defunto autor</title><content type='html'>Um artigo de Danubio Torres Fiero sobre &lt;a href="http://www.elboomeran.com/upload/ficheros/noticias/8082_torref.pdf"&gt;o mais vivo escritor lusófono&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-8297474554005291053?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/8297474554005291053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/8297474554005291053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-defunto-autor.html' title='O defunto autor'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-733708668303113051</id><published>2008-12-19T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:54:34.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cliques literárias'/><title type='text'>Cliques há muitas</title><content type='html'>Robert McCrum queixa-se de que &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2008/dec/15/robert-mccrum-literary-cabals"&gt;o meio literário inglês é pequeno&lt;/a&gt;. Imagine-se se fossem 10 milhões de habitantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-733708668303113051?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/733708668303113051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/733708668303113051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/cliques-h-muitas.html' title='Cliques há muitas'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-6313388348351089607</id><published>2008-12-15T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:27:20.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Não Lidos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Ando a ler a Ilíada</title><content type='html'>Segundo uma sondagem norte-americana, &lt;a href="http://papercuts.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/12/11/lied-about-any-good-books-lately/"&gt;metade dos homens e um terço das mulheres&lt;/a&gt; mentiram sobre os livros que andam a ler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-6313388348351089607?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6313388348351089607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6313388348351089607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/ando-ler-ilada.html' title='Ando a ler a Ilíada'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-8065335599219986863</id><published>2008-12-15T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:24:53.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bisbilhotice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida de Escritor'/><title type='text'>Big Brother Escritores</title><content type='html'>Este site permite conhecer a &lt;a href="http://dailyroutines.typepad.com/daily_routines/"&gt;rotina de trabalho&lt;/a&gt; de vários escritores conhecidos. E este como é que &lt;a href="http://desk-space.blogspot.com/"&gt;desarrumam as  suas mesas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-8065335599219986863?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/8065335599219986863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/8065335599219986863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-brother-escritores.html' title='Big Brother Escritores'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-1536922594814621457</id><published>2008-12-12T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:58:00.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manoel de Oliveira</title><content type='html'>Um cineasta &lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2008/12/06/dngente/agustina_a_obsessao_oliveira.html"&gt;literário&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-1536922594814621457?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1536922594814621457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1536922594814621457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/manoel-de-oliveira.html' title='Manoel de Oliveira'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-6783712921928168112</id><published>2008-12-11T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:18:02.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Escrevo por uma sopinha!</title><content type='html'>Os escritores norte-americanos querem &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/14/books/review/Greenberg-t.html?_r=1&amp;ref=books"&gt;a ajuda do governo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-6783712921928168112?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6783712921928168112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6783712921928168112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/escrevo-por-uma-sopinha.html' title='Escrevo por uma sopinha!'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-941542143558705753</id><published>2008-12-11T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:15:04.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Queres ver o meu ganda Dostoievski?</title><content type='html'>Estudo inglês determina &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/dec/11/nelson-mandela-jane-austen-reading"&gt;livros para impressionar&lt;/a&gt; o sexo oposto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-941542143558705753?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/941542143558705753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/941542143558705753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/queres-ver-o-meu-granda-dostoievski.html' title='Queres ver o meu ganda Dostoievski?'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-7811739542495829630</id><published>2008-12-11T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:11:15.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Compre já o livro triangular</title><content type='html'>Afectadas pela crise, as editoras anglo-saxónicas tenta perceber &lt;a href="http://thepenguinblog.typepad.com/the_penguin_blog/2008/12/a-day-of-bookish-experimentation.html"&gt;como é que vão vender livros&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.penguingroup.com/static/pages/whatsnext/index.html"&gt;depois&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-7811739542495829630?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/7811739542495829630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/7811739542495829630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/compre-j-o-livro-triangular.html' title='Compre já o livro triangular'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-4623597013074659109</id><published>2008-12-11T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:54:26.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolsos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Para quando os livros de pochette?</title><content type='html'>O &lt;a href="http://pedromarquesdg.wordpress.com/2008/12/11/falsos-livros-de-bolso/"&gt;Pedro Marques reflecte&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://livrosdeareia.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-livro-e-o-bolso.html"&gt;num&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://livrosdeareia.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-princpio-era.html"&gt;conjunto&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://livrosdeareia.blogspot.com/2006/06/das-livrarias-iii.html"&gt;de textos&lt;/a&gt; o fenómeno do &lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2006/06/04/tema/leitores_portugueses_aderem_livro_bo.html"&gt;livro de bolso em Portugal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-4623597013074659109?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/4623597013074659109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/4623597013074659109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-quando-os-livros-de-pochette.html' title='Para quando os livros de pochette?'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-4727253331132350096</id><published>2008-12-10T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:46:54.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrita'/><title type='text'>Uma bolada de Bolaño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nybooks.com/articles/22171"&gt;Dois&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nplusonemag.com/bola-o"&gt;artigos&lt;/a&gt; sobre o tipo que escreveu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A verdade é que não acredito muito na escrita. A começar pela minha. Ser escritor é agradável - não, agradável não é a palavra certa - é uma actividade com os seus momentos divertidos. Mas eu sei que há outras coisas ainda mais divertidas, divertidas no sentido em que a literatura é divertida para mim. Assaltar um banco, por exemplo. Ou realizar filmes. Ou ser um gigolo. Ou ser outra vez criança ou jogar numa equipa de futebol mais ou menos apocalíptica. Infelizmente a criança cresce, o assaltante é morto, o realizador fica sem dinheiro, o gigolo adoece e não nos resta mais nada senão escrever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberto Bolaño&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-4727253331132350096?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/4727253331132350096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/4727253331132350096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/uma-bolada-de-bolao.html' title='Uma bolada de Bolaño'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-3031894162597583356</id><published>2008-12-10T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:40:47.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weblogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Efemérides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Parabéns!, Feliz Cumpleaños!, Joyeux Anniversaire!,</title><content type='html'>O &lt;a href="http://bibliotecariodebabel.com/"&gt;Bibliotecário&lt;/a&gt; faz um ano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-3031894162597583356?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3031894162597583356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3031894162597583356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/parabns-feliz-cumpleaos-joyeux.html' title='Parabéns!, Feliz Cumpleaños!, Joyeux Anniversaire!,'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-2735785952954653394</id><published>2008-12-10T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:37:52.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu sou mais génio do que tu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa 3 - Luís de Camões 2</title><content type='html'>Ou, os bloggers ingleses têm &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2008/dec/09/milton-shakespeare-anniversary"&gt;falta de assunto&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-2735785952954653394?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2735785952954653394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2735785952954653394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/fernando-pessoa-3-lus-de-cames-2.html' title='Fernando Pessoa 3 - Luís de Camões 2'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-9173365198161405278</id><published>2008-12-10T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:36:22.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente vou saber o que são badanas</title><content type='html'>O &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dicionário do Livro&lt;/span&gt; vai ser &lt;a href="http://www.almedina.net/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=8021"&gt;publicado&lt;/a&gt; pela Almedina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://blogtailors.blogspot.com/2008/12/dicionrio-do-livro.html"&gt;gajos que sabem tudo sobre livros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-9173365198161405278?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/9173365198161405278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/9173365198161405278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/finalmente-vou-saber-o-que-so-badanas.html' title='Finalmente vou saber o que são badanas'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-6615932756971131315</id><published>2008-12-10T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:29:49.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Tem telefone? Leia!</title><content type='html'>A Random House &lt;a href="http://www.thebookseller.com/news/72251-random-us-offers-books-for-free-on-iphone.html.rss"&gt;oferece livros&lt;/a&gt; aos proprietários do iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-6615932756971131315?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6615932756971131315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/6615932756971131315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/tem-telefone-leia.html' title='Tem telefone? Leia!'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-1236964232272877500</id><published>2008-12-10T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:24:37.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistas versus Autarcas'/><title type='text'>Dizem que os meus filmes são chatos e depois quando faço anos querem-me dar uma chave. Era o que faltava!</title><content type='html'>Manoel de Oliveira &lt;a href="http://jn.sapo.pt/paginainicial/pais/concelho.aspx?Distrito=Porto&amp;Concelho=Porto&amp;Option=Interior&amp;content_id=1055504"&gt;recusa&lt;/a&gt; as chaves da cidade que Rui Rio lhe queria oferecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-1236964232272877500?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1236964232272877500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1236964232272877500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/dizem-que-os-meus-filmes-so-chatos-e.html' title='Dizem que os meus filmes são chatos e depois quando faço anos querem-me dar uma chave. Era o que faltava!'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-418283394015059457</id><published>2008-12-10T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:22:42.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O escritor que - espanto! - escreve</title><content type='html'>Gabriel García Márquez &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/dec/10/gabriel-garcia-marquez-new-novel"&gt;estará&lt;/a&gt; a escrever um novo livro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-418283394015059457?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/418283394015059457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/418283394015059457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-escritor-que-espanto-escreve.html' title='O escritor que - espanto! - escreve'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-2824226223116895637</id><published>2008-12-10T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:31.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jornais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Há uma parte triste nesta notícia, mas eu não digo qual é</title><content type='html'>O único suplemento cultural de um jornal diário português está &lt;a href="http://ipsilon.publico.pt/"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-2824226223116895637?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2824226223116895637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/2824226223116895637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-uma-parte-triste-nesta-notcia-mas-eu.html' title='Há uma parte triste nesta notícia, mas eu não digo qual é'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-1468575189744317456</id><published>2008-12-09T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:22.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Se gostam de Top Tens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200812/books-of-the-year"&gt;Eis&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/article/CA6610357.html"&gt;uma&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/books/displaystory.cfm?story_id=12719711"&gt;catrefada&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.newstatesman.com/books/2008/11/book-life-world-love-novel"&gt;para&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=96539642"&gt;se&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/gallery/0,,20244426,00.html"&gt;deliciarem&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/blogs/democracyinamerica/2008/12/i_plumber.cfm"&gt;nas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Best-2008-Books-Holidays-Seasonal/b?ie=UTF8&amp;node=1239030011"&gt;festas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2008/dec/09/top-10-books-2008"&gt;vindouras&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-1468575189744317456?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1468575189744317456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1468575189744317456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/se-gostam-de-top-tens.html' title='Se gostam de Top Tens'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-1961055217642583705</id><published>2008-12-09T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:00:52.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comunicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Orgulho e preconceito</title><content type='html'>Versão &lt;a href="http://www.much-ado.net/austenbook/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-1961055217642583705?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1961055217642583705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1961055217642583705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/orgulho-e-preconceito.html' title='Orgulho e preconceito'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-7015431744202335356</id><published>2008-12-09T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:58:33.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O futuro da edição é...</title><content type='html'>... mesmo &lt;a href="http://www.theurbanelitist.com/the-future-of-book-publishing/790/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-7015431744202335356?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/7015431744202335356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/7015431744202335356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-futuro-da-edio.html' title='O futuro da edição é...'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-7511517481792476801</id><published>2008-12-04T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:13:50.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Editoras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida de Escritor'/><title type='text'>Cartas de rejeição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/profile/jeanhannahedelstein"&gt;Jean Hannah Edelstein&lt;/a&gt; (que não sei quem é mas diria ter uma tonalidade de pele interessante) &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2008/dec/03/publishers-rejection-letters"&gt;afirma que as cartas de rejeição&lt;/a&gt; [de originais] são uma arte delicada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez no mundo anglo-saxónico. Em Portugal, todas as cartas do ramo que recebi e enviei diziam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parabéns pela obra fantástica que escreveu e que merece ser erguida aos píncaros da fama e da glória. Infelizmente, o nosso plano editorial para este ano está completo..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-7511517481792476801?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/7511517481792476801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/7511517481792476801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/cartas-de-rejeio.html' title='Cartas de rejeição'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-684137931887018385</id><published>2008-12-04T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:13:12.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 novas revistas literárias</title><content type='html'>... &lt;a href="http://www.lemonde.fr/livres/article/2008/12/03/naissance-de-deux-magazines-litteraires-en-novembre_1126327_3260.html#xtor=RSS-3260"&gt;em França&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ambas dizem-se inspiradas no &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nybooks.com"&gt;New York Review of Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Referência que me parece bastante mais interessante do que a Time Magazine, em que as revistas literárias portuguesas parecem inspirar-se.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-684137931887018385?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/684137931887018385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/684137931887018385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-novas-revistas-literrias.html' title='2 novas revistas literárias'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-617928960182159821</id><published>2008-12-04T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:06:55.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>Mas a lista do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt; dos &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/14/books/review/10Best-t.html?_r=1"&gt;melhores livros do ano&lt;/a&gt; está cheia de coisas boas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-617928960182159821?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/617928960182159821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/617928960182159821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-3710098226318286537</id><published>2008-12-03T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:10:13.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História do Livro'/><title type='text'>Hoje, como ontem</title><content type='html'>Os best-sellers dos anos 70: &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2008/dec/02/fiction-publishing"&gt;boas maneiras, sexo, violência e desgraçadinhos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-3710098226318286537?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3710098226318286537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3710098226318286537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-como-ontem.html' title='Hoje, como ontem'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-472731559045678178</id><published>2008-12-03T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T03:51:40.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prémios'/><title type='text'>E em que língua é que se escreve?</title><content type='html'>União Europeia lança &lt;a href="http://ultimahora.publico.clix.pt/noticia.aspx?id=1351873"&gt;novo prémio literário&lt;/a&gt; para talentos emergentes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-472731559045678178?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/472731559045678178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/472731559045678178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-em-que-lngua-que-se-escreve.html' title='E em que língua é que se escreve?'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-676265258921563642</id><published>2008-12-03T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T03:43:31.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Melhores capas de 2008</title><content type='html'>Iniciativa dos &lt;a href="http://nytimesbooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favorites-of-2008.html"&gt;camones&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesito entre &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXknRDZBs0E/STIHGpBC7sI/AAAAAAAACdg/PZEG_SXAf5A/s1600-h/reproduction.jpg"&gt;esta&lt;/a&gt;, que me fascina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXknRDZBs0E/STIHTW2i6aI/AAAAAAAACdw/mZ_2cKUjg_s/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;esta&lt;/a&gt;, que me inquieta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-676265258921563642?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/676265258921563642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/676265258921563642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/melhores-capas-de-2008.html' title='Melhores capas de 2008'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-1593591994307880625</id><published>2008-12-03T03:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T03:35:34.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O quê? Ler livros?</title><content type='html'>Uma ideia estranhíssima: em vez de comprar livros que nunca vamos ler, &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122807865109067273.html"&gt;ler os livros que já temos em casa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No mínimo, absurdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-1593591994307880625?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1593591994307880625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/1593591994307880625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-qu.html' title='O quê? Ler livros?'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-5968701114392721678</id><published>2008-12-03T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T03:32:04.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write or die</title><content type='html'>Uma ferramenta para &lt;a href="http://lab.drwicked.com/writeordie.html"&gt;escrever ou morrer*&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ou ter um ataque cardíaco de baixa intensidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-5968701114392721678?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/5968701114392721678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/5968701114392721678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/12/write-or-die.html' title='Write or die'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-381895403095057839</id><published>2008-11-13T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:27:07.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recortes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Robert McKee Os argumentistas devem algo novo ao público</title><content type='html'>13.11.2008, Joana Amaral Cardoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirma-se: Hollywood sofre uma crise de conteúdos, vivemos a era dourada da ficção televisiva e Casablanca é ainda o melhor filme de sempre. O que não se sabia é que se Call Girl fosse feito em Hollywood Angelina Jolie era protagonista. Diz Robert McKee, guru do guionismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert McKee, figura maior da técnica de escrita de argumentos norte-americana, viu quatro filmes portugueses antes de chegar a Lisboa, onde está para, pela primeira vez, começar amanhã a leccionar o seu seminário Story. Serão três dias na Escola Superior de Comunicação Social a falar sobre guiões e são mais ou menos os mesmos conselhos que dá desde 1983, depois de um convite do produtor independente Jeff Dowd (que inspirou os irmãos Coen para criar a personagem de Dude Lebowski em O Grande Lebowski) para tornar a sua aula universitária numa prédica itinerante.&lt;br /&gt;A palestra, organizada pela Mixreel, tem estatuto de culto e já teve como alunos David Bowie, John Cleese, Diane Keaton, Lawrence Kasdan, Joel Schumacher, Peter Jackson, Eddie Izzard, Kirk Douglas, Gloria Steinem, equipas inteiras da Pixar ou da Miramax, entre muitos outros. Sentado num hotel no Chiado, fala de cinema português e não aceita os louros pelos prémios alheios. Mas fica lisonjeado com o reconhecimento de ex-alunos, dos quais 27 têm Óscares de Melhor Argumento e mais de 120 têm Emmys. Akiva Goldsman, que recebeu o Óscar por Uma Mente Brilhante (2002) considera-se "um crente". "Ele diz que lhe salvei a vida", recorda McKee, que acha que foi o talento que salvou Goldsman e não aquele seminário.&lt;br /&gt;Espera encontrar mais de 200 pessoas em Portugal (ainda há lugares livres, a 550 euros por cabeça, menos cem euros para estudantes). Inscreveram-se sobretudo jornalistas, criativos de publicidade e equipas de argumentistas, além de alguns realizadores e vão ouvir "uma aula sobre o processo de escrita de dentro para fora, depois de fora para dentro", explicou ao P2. E, ao terceiro dia, falará de géneros, de equilíbrio, cenas, método e de Casablanca. Ah, e sobre adaptação.&lt;br /&gt;(In)adaptado&lt;br /&gt;"Adoro o Charlie Kaufman e ele sempre usou gimmicks (truques)" para fazer avançar as suas histórias, diz, numa resposta à pergunta sobre como as séries de televisão que hoje muito aprecia usam esses esquemas para criar histórias. A porta na cabeça de John Malkovich, a amnésia do casal de O Despertar da Mente, os gémeos argumentistas de Inadaptado. No filme, um deles pede ajuda a McKee, interpretado por Brian Cox, e recorre ao seminário Story para resolver os problemas do seu rascunho.&lt;br /&gt;"Foi um processo colaborativo, não só na construção da minha personagem", recorda McKee, mas também na assistência médica ao guião. Era quase irresistível que McKee olhasse para um argumento e não o escrutinasse. "Houve algumas mudanças no terceiro acto, tinha problemas", resume.&lt;br /&gt;Médico de argumentos, professor de escrita criativa, autor de livros sobre guiões, personagem de Hollywood. Em suma, McKee já tem o seu lugar na cultura popular. "As coisas aconteceram", comenta. Aos 67 anos, continua a ver filmes compulsivamente (os últimos favoritos são o sul-coreano Primavera, Verão, Outono, Inverno e... Primavera e o sueco Let the Right One In) e só resiste a olhar com raio-X para o filme, à procura do seu esqueleto "se o filme for bom. Torno-me numa criança". Quando são maus, "ao menos aproveito o tempo a analisar tudo".&lt;br /&gt;Há anos, viu dois filmes de Manoel de Oliveira e agora assistiu a Alice (Marco Martins, 2005), Call Girl (António-Pedro Vasconselos, 2007), Juventude em Marcha (Pedro Costa, 2006) e Aquele Querido Mês de Agosto (Miguel Gomes, 2008). Achou que o realizador e argumentista de Call Girl deviam ter escolhido o ponto de vista único da call girl e esquecido os outros quatro (e preconizou que o filme em versão americana teria Angelina Jolie como protagonista) e nos restantes encontrou desejo de aventura e esforço minimalista, mas... "não são muito hábeis". "Se se quer usar uma técnica minimal, tem de haver a certeza de que há um conteúdo tremendo, como no Brokeback Mountain" (ou O Amor é um Lugar Estranho, Morrer em Las Vegas, Confissões de Schmidt, enuncia) e só o encontrou em Alice.&lt;br /&gt;"Como argumentistas, temos uma obrigação para com o público. Pedimos-lhe um grande bocado da sua vida - três horas. É muito, posso jogar uma partida de golfe em três horas. Nesse convite há uma promessa de recompensa. Dar-lhe-ei algo que não tinha antes, fazê-lo pensar, chorar, rir. Vou enriquecer a sua humanidade".&lt;br /&gt;Como um novelo de escrita e condensação do zeitgeist audiovisual, Robert McKee desenrola a sua teoria de que a base do cinema, da ficção televisiva, é o argumento. E ele não tem lugar em Hollywood, "tecnicamente soberbo, mas com um problema de conteúdo. Os filmes são mais uma versão de como o bom vence o mau, efeitos especiais ou comédias mal-educadas (que são divertidas). Não é Beckett." Por isso, nas viagens quer "que o cinema internacional seja maravilhoso". O problema é que as ideias, o rasgo criativo, o espírito político estão na Europa, por exemplo, mas McKee defende que os europeus não dominam a forma, noção base que "está lá para nos levar em profundidade". Já "Hollywood sabe como contar uma história"... Mesmo que seja má. O resultado, esmiúça, é que agora temos uma "retro-garde" em vez de uma avant-garde, "com os jovens a regressar às fórmulas do cinema dos anos 1960". McKee postula que a única maneira de um escritor "se libertar é dominar a forma". Até lá, vai sempre copiar alguém.&lt;br /&gt;A noção de forma, bem como a de "escrever sobre a vida" e a verdade, são basilares nos seminários e livros de McKee. "Viajo pelo mundo, as culturas mudam, as línguas mudam, o que não muda é a vida. E a vida é lixada. E o mais difícil é tirar sentido da vida de forma bela numa história. Porque a vida é tão difícil de expressar de forma significativa, as pessoas recorrem a fórmulas e acabam com clichés", ao invés de serem um verdadeiro "autor". Aquele que "começa com uma visão original, com uma página vazia, cria um mundo, povoa-o com personagens e conta a história. Esse é o único acto original de criatividade. Depois disso, toda a gente é um artista interpretativo".&lt;br /&gt;Por isso mesmo, não contesta a teoria do "cinema de autor", como já se disse sobre ele, mas refuta a ideia de que a autoria seja só do realizador. "Há um caminho natural quando os escritores se tornam realizadores, como o Truffaut, Bergman, Oliver Stone, Woody Allen, Almodóvar, Lawrence Kasdan", enumera. Aí, o realizador termina a obra que começou na página. Os outros, acha McKee, "ou canibalizam romances ou arranjam um argumentista, pagam-lhe pouco para ter uma ideia e depois reescrevem-na".&lt;br /&gt;O filme perfeito&lt;br /&gt;O orador americano, eloquente e um pouco duro no trato, rasga um sorriso quando se fala do seu filme preferido, que já viu centenas de vezes. Casablanca é a obra-prima para McKee, e é analisado em todos os seus seminários. "É um clássico na verdadeira definição, uma obra de arte que é infinitamente revivida com prazer". Dizer que o filme favorito é Casablanca é o maior dos clichés. Será o apelo transversal de Casablanca um dos segredos do seu sucesso? "Pode ser. Tem seis histórias a decorrer. E é maravilhosamente engraçado. O espírito é tão cínico!" Sucede-se uma série de citações de falas do filme e a recordação de que há 30 anos vê diferentes públicos a reagir-lhe. "Adivinhem: está cada vez mais engraçado! As mesmas falas causam gargalhadas que antes não provocavam. O mundo político finalmente acertou o passo com o Casablanca", diz, elogiando os irmãos Epstein, autores do argumento.&lt;br /&gt;Lança o olhar clínico sobre Charlie Kaufman para dizer que ele "não chega à tal profundidade", que hoje se desenvolve mais em televisão. Agora "tenho oito séries para gravar sempre e não há tempo suficiente numa semana para ver toda a qualidade". Há quatro anos, falava aos alunos de uma crise total na ficção que passava pela televisão repleta de reality-shows. Hoje, tece elogios aos Sopranos e Sete Palmos de Terra, segue a "estranha e maravilhosa coisa" que é Calma, Larry, ri-se com Rockfeller 30 e reforça que "os melhores escritores de Hollywood foram para a televisão porque lá têm mais poder", liberdade e tempo. Gosta desse formato que primeiro se estranha e depois se entranha que é o mockumentary (O Escritório, Extras), mas nota-se o desconforto perante o toque insistente dos telemóveis ou a presença de computadores portáteis. E não tem grande respeito pela vaga faça-você-mesmo da cultura YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;McKee também fez a sua perninha em televisão, escrevendo argumentos para Columbo, Kojak e Spencer, For Hire. "Foi como roubar dinheiro", diz sorridente. Pediam-lhe uma ideia-chave e um argumento e depois os restantes escritores trabalhavam-no. Já passou por todas as áreas da ficção mas a sua obra é sobretudo teórica, sendo o mais conhecido o premiado livro Story (35ª edição nos EUA). Tem um romance em permanente desenvolvimento - Fiction - e dois argumentos de cinema que este fim-de-semana serão lidos por produtores (bate na madeira, cauteloso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Público&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-381895403095057839?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/381895403095057839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/381895403095057839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/11/robert-mckee-os-argumentistas-devem.html' title='Robert McKee Os argumentistas devem algo novo ao público'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-3005846949601544281</id><published>2008-10-16T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:25:20.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego'/><title type='text'>Matem o dramaturgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Um perfil de Neil Labute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer artigo sobre Neil LaBute sofre da recorrência de um campo semântico específico. Provocador, malévolo, “the meanest man in Hollywood”, “bad boy”, irreverente, politicamente incorrecto, etc., são palavras que surgem em quase todos os perfis, biografias, entrevistas ou referências a este dramaturgo, guionista, encenador e realizador norte-americano. Palavras que terão atingido o seu clímax justamente na primeira peça que levou ao palco: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Filthy Talk for Troubled Times&lt;/span&gt; - em que um espectador abandonou a sala aos gritos de “Matem o dramaturgo”.E, contudo, as suas peças de teatro são encenadas em todo o mundo – como, recentemente &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Gorda&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fat Pig&lt;/span&gt;) no Teatro Villaret – e Labute é frequentemente convidado para encenar as suas próprias peças por algumas das mais prestigiadas companhias americanas e inglesas, como a Steppenwolf Theatre Company, o Almeida Theatre, o MCC Theater e o Ambassador Theatre Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi como argumentista e realizador que saltou para a ribalta: a sua primeira obra cinematográfica, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the Company of Men&lt;/span&gt;, conquistou o galardão de melhor realizador do primeiro Festival de Sundance; a sua comédia &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nurse Betty&lt;/span&gt; recebeu o prémio de melhor argumento e foi nomeado para a Palma de Ouro em Cannes, tendo a sua protagonista, Rennée Zellweger, recebido o Globo de Ouro de Melhor Interpretação. LaBute foi também responsável pela realização de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Possessão&lt;/span&gt;, uma adaptação do romance homónimo de A.S. Byatt, com Aaron Eckhart e Gwyneth Paltrow, entre outros, e um remake algo falhado de The Wicker Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascido em 1963 em Detroit, no seio de uma família operária, LaBute era o mais novo de três irmãos, tendo a tempestuosa relação dos seus pais inspirado a sua obra &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In a Dark Dark House&lt;/span&gt;. O seu primeiro contacto com o teatro foi ainda no ensino secundário, onde começou a participar nos grupos de teatro escolar como actor e em que escrevia peças que depois apresentava aos professores sob pseudónimo na esperança de que estes quisessem encená-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma bolsa de estudo levou-o à Universidade Brigham Young, no Utah, onde conheceria o seu cúmplice de longa data, Aaron Eckhart, e se converteria à Igreja dos Santos dos Últimos Dias, embora, mais tarde, a sua peça &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bash: Latter-Day Plays&lt;/span&gt;, onde se apresentam mórmones devotos a terem várias atitudes muito duvidosas, tenha levantado polémica no seio da sua igreja e levado ao seu afastamento. Posteriormente estudou Dramaturgia na Universidade de Nova Iorque, mas, mais uma vez, a sua atitude provocadora gerou inimizades e controvérsias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1997, com o dinheiro da indemnização que dois amigos tinham recebido por um acidente, aventura-se no seu primeiro filme. Com 25 000 dólares filmou &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In The Company of Men&lt;/span&gt;, sobre dois homens que se vingam das suas frustrações amorosas numa mulher surda. Com a película mais barata, fazendo a rodagem em locais gratuitos e com actores voluntários consegue filmar todas as sequências antes de ficar sem dinheiro e sem película. O filme é enviado ainda sem montagem para o Festival de Sundance e é aceite, o que permite a Labute obter financiamento adicional para acabar a montagem e distribuir o filme, que acaba por ser premiado naquele festival, entre aplausos, polémicas, acusações de misoginia e elogios de feminismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corpulento, moreno, de óculos graduados e um ar eternamente cansado, não é preciso perspicácia para ver de onde surgem tantos textos polémicos e personagens dúbias. Cordial e prestável, é fácil detectar o sentido de humor acutilante que atenua uma honestidade e um prazer quase infantil de provocar o interlocutor. Neil Labute escreve histórias sobre pessoas normais que não conseguem esconder os seus piores impulsos, e essas histórias muitas vezes são inspiradas nas suas próprias experiências. Como em A Gorda, uma das suas obras mais recentes, onde um homem se envergonha de manter uma relação com uma mulher particularmente volumosa, e que foi escrita após uma tentativa de dieta falhada por parte do autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, a sua obra mais recente, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reasons to be Pretty&lt;/span&gt;, está em estreia na ultra-comercial Broadway. Neil Labute parece algo preocupado com a reacção do público à ferocidade da sua escrita e das suas personagens. Mas parece pouco provável que este novo público concretize o que o espectador da sua primeira peça não teve pejo em proclamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmes que escreveu&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the Company of Men (1997)&lt;br /&gt;- Your Friends &amp; Neighbors (1998)&lt;br /&gt;- Tumble (2000)&lt;br /&gt;- The Shape of Things (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peças de Teatro que escreveu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;- Filthy Talk For Troubled Times (1992)&lt;br /&gt;- In the Company of Men (1992)&lt;br /&gt;- Bash: Latter-Day Plays (1999)&lt;br /&gt;- The Shape of Things (2001)&lt;br /&gt;- The Distance From Here (2002)&lt;br /&gt;- The Mercy Seat (2002)&lt;br /&gt;- Autobahn (2003)&lt;br /&gt;- Fat Pig (2004)&lt;br /&gt;- This Is How It Goes (2005)&lt;br /&gt;- Some Girl(s) (2005)&lt;br /&gt;- Wrecks (2005)&lt;br /&gt;- In A Dark Dark House (2007)&lt;br /&gt;- Reasons to be pretty (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://argumentistas.org/2008/10/perfil-neil-labute-matem-o-dramaturgo/"&gt;Versão com imagens e links aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-3005846949601544281?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3005846949601544281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3005846949601544281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/10/matem-o-dramaturgo.html' title='Matem o dramaturgo'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-807049190501342539</id><published>2008-10-16T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:21:47.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego'/><title type='text'>Teatro, fado electrónico e fanzines</title><content type='html'>A casa d’&lt;a href="http://onarizteatro.blogspot.com/"&gt;“O Nariz” - Teatro de Grupo&lt;/a&gt; fervilha de actividade nos últimos tempos e este fim-de-semana não é excepção. Hoje, no Orfeão Velho de Leiria, o grupo leva de novo à cena “Auto da Razão”, peça de Jorge Palinhos com encenação de Pedro Oliveira, para ver a partir das 22 horas.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, é apresentado o número 8 do fanzine “Bolso”, de Tiago Baptista, seguida de festa com música escolhida pelo próprio e uma sessão de fado electrónico numa dj sets de Cooze Soné, K-Pax e Parker aka Horta Angústia, que fará também um “live act”.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, sábado, a partir das 15 horas o Orfeão Velho recebe rock pesado com dos 605 Forte (Marinha Grande), Sobpressao (Marinha Grande) e Greg The Killer (Coimbra). À noite, às 22 horas, “O Nariz” regressa ao palco com “Auto da Razão”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regiaodeleiria.pt/index.php?lop=conteudo&amp;op=621bf66ddb7c962aa0d22ac97d69b793&amp;id=0e770b4a7e05a938625b9c97a6eec6f2&amp;mode=comments"&gt;Região de Leiria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-807049190501342539?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/807049190501342539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/807049190501342539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/10/teatro-fado-electrnico-e-fanzines.html' title='Teatro, fado electrónico e fanzines'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-3986003412773008123</id><published>2008-10-16T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:19:21.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego'/><title type='text'>Teatro Itinerante pelas freguesias do concelho de Vizela</title><content type='html'>A Câmara Municipal, com o objectivo de proporcionar a todos os vizelenses um contacto directo com a cultura, volta a levar a todas as freguesias do concelho uma actividade de forte vertente cultural.&lt;br /&gt;Este ano, o Município promove uma série de apresentações da peça de teatro “Auto da Razão”, pelo Grupo de Teatro da Fundação Jorge Antunes, em cinco freguesias do concelho, de 10 de Outubro a 7 de Novembro.&lt;br /&gt;A organização é da Câmara Municipal e conta com o apoio do Grupo de Teatro da Fundação Jorge Antunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digitaldevizela.com/2008/10/teatro-itinerante-pelas-freguesias-do.html"&gt;Aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-3986003412773008123?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3986003412773008123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/3986003412773008123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/10/teatro-itinerante-pelas-freguesias-do.html' title='Teatro Itinerante pelas freguesias do concelho de Vizela'/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706390208507288740.post-87371140357243736</id><published>2008-10-16T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:02:43.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um dia qualquer é um dia para criar um blog qualquer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706390208507288740-87371140357243736?l=cadernogrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/87371140357243736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706390208507288740/posts/default/87371140357243736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernogrande.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-dia-qualquer-um-dia-para-criar-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge Palinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00008082204472069564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
