I cook in my house. For general purposes, don’t break your hair too much, although variety is not always compatible with speed. I consider cooking to be a cultural product of the first order, and I am interested in the figure of the cook, as I am not; without the embargo it exhausts me space avasallador occupies in redes and socket everything related to her.
It is impossible to look at the pages of a periodical or turn on the television until we look into the eyes or into the eyes, into the paths and into our thoughts, which are very often indispensable for normal bags.
In comparison, the media visibility of other cultural expressions is low, limited to sites like this one. It took me a long time to decide how this jibarization combined with the current anxiety of being in the day and the intrusion of persistent people who avoid anything for their own drunkenness, disappeared from the reliable critical systemjust as we have problems with literature, thought, visual arts, music or architecture.
There is no criticism because there is no room for itand the popular voices, who earnestly seek to imitate him from Resenism in their own way, are also prevented from privileging opinion at the expense of analysis.
But more The disappearance of Paulatina from the culture’s collective imagination is alarmingits increasing marginalization, the usurpation of its space by the magic of the new, and worse, the loss of aspirational status and its transformation into something fundamental to the enjoyment of privilege.
Today’s culture is tied to the dictates of clicks and in this war less than three seconds we know that emotions come first
A year ago, the head of a Dominican magazine wrote a report suggesting the above writer’s residence in Tuscany From where they passed from Bruce Chatwin or Michael Ondaatje to Bertolucci or Colm Tóibín and to their owner Beatrice Monti, the successor to the life of the writer Gregor von Rezzori, in the second half of the twentieth century she became an influential gallerist in Milan and introduced North American abstract expressionism to Europe.
The argument for rechazo was that it was about demasiado elitist topic. Apparently it wasn’t the Bugattis or the Pradas or the Rolexes or the Louis Vuittons or the Wagyu ensembles that always filled the fashion and trend pages of the magazine.
In this state of affairs, literature still occupies a competitive space –nadie knows for how long– but what about the painting? A painting that is being made, not a canon of large institutions, substation rooms and four figures the status quo who get attention outside the specialty store. Is it contemporary classical music? That doesn’t exist.
Today’s culture is some of that click dictatorshipand there are less than three seconds in this war, emotions are first.
Movie platform ratings don’t matter much – I’m naive like that onlineknown for its catalog of classic films and indie films, it does not require an in-house team to accommodate critical reviews of films on its commercial channel until it presents its viewers with the ones it has seen and that they belong in the main category they reward intentions and not artistic quality.
This is another reality that is blinding you left and right: Impressive bodrios entronizados from the mere acceptance of socially sensitive causes.
Meanwhile, the world has lost its north and we all have teenagers and are forced to look for places to hide from and eventually stay and call them into rebato.
Marcos Giralt Torrente (Madrid, 1968) is a novelist and storyteller. Na última novella es Illusionists (Anagram, 2025)

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