Lara Moreno takes to the streets, screams and starts running in ‘No Love Is Alive in the Memory’ | Babelia

Lara Moreno (Seville, 1978) emptied her pockets and recovered eight stories that she published here and there, reread them and noticed that she could still dialogue with them and them with each other. To these he added for the occasion new stories about the urgency of his personal and professional life, and gave us a third volume of short shots after With all the scissors (2004) e Four times fire (2008).

Moreno was born from poetry, from lightning and this is found in this new collection of short stories. She herself defined her way of dealing with the matter: taking to the streets, screaming and running. Definition of poet. Absolutely. The intensity of that way of seeing, of pretending not to see, of revealing and moving forward, drawing the contours, without ever focusing directly, nourishes his poetry and also the short distance of his stories. His first foray into the novel In case the light goes out (2013), maybe I was too careful to hide the debts with all this, but the following episodes wolf skin (2016) e the city (2022) shouted to us the good news that Lara Moreno had, at the same time, the eyes of a poet and the hands of a storyteller. The 15 stories of No love is alive in the memory They solidify that idea.

The (false) sensation of having been written with the urgency of having found an adequate tone and breath, trapped in the frequency of the station that its author wanted to transmit, can make us read some stories with the idea of ​​having already entered that room. But when you take a story off your plate, you come to the conclusion that you wouldn’t do that with any of them. The feeling of repetition comes from the fact that they’re all damn good, creepy, bleach that destroys your neck but doesn’t kill you, because you have to get on with your life. The characters, the situations, the daily life built with terror are not conclusive but rather make you face the fact that you will live with fear, with that one or the other, for your whole life. The fear of disappointment, of depression, of abuse, of illness, of motherhood, of control, of being too afraid. A fear that stays inside you even if you throw yourself into the abyss, because it wasn’t true that by facing it it would disappear. The fear was you.

The intimate, the unspeakable, the patina with which all objects, memories, disappointments, your body and your bonds are filled with an unspoken truth runs through these 15 stories. Moreno’s gaze makes the outlines sufficient, the shadows that enter and exit the rooms, that travel or wait for you to return. They are stories full of holes, where everyday life is tender and terrifying at the same time, with a never imposed voice that makes doubt the way to stumble upon the truth and then try to forget it. Enter wherever you want No love is alive in the memory. My favorites are the one that opens the book and gives the title to the compilation, ‘As if I saw it’, ‘Health to raise it’, ‘Friends’ or ‘The night never ends’. Follow this woman. Write in any format.