Amparo Dávila born 1928 in Zacatecas, Mexico is a Mexican author. Dávila was the sole surviving child of her parents. The oldest son died at childbirth. The next son died as a result of meningitis, and the last son died during his infancy. She learned to love reading at an early age from spending time in her father's library. Her childhood was marked by fear, a theme that appeared in a number of her future works as an author. Her first published work was Salmos bajo la luna in 1950. This was followed by Meditaciones a la orilla del sueno and Perfil de soledades. She then moved to Mexico City where she worked as Alfonso Reyes's Secretary. In 1966 she was a part of the Centro Mexicano de Escritores (Mexican Writer's Center) where she received a grant to continue writing. In 2008, Davila was recognized by el Palacio de Bellas Artes de Mexico (the palace of fine arts of Mexico).
Davila is known for her use themes of insanity, danger, and death, typically dealing with a female protagonist. Many of her protagonists appear to have mental disorders and lash out, often violently, against others. Many times the women are still unable to escape from their mental issues and live with the actions they have taken. She also plays with ideas of time. She uses time as a symbol of that which we cannot change.
Her other works include:
Salmos bajo la luna (1950) Meditaciones a la orilla del sueño Perfil de soledades (1954) Tiempo destrozado (1959) Música concreta (1964) Árboles petrificados (1977) Muerte en el bosque (1985)
5 estrellas. Wow, son sólo cuatro cuentos cortos pero qué cuentos. El Huésped fue realmente, no sé si llamarlo espeluznante o misterioso, pero que su tamaño no te engañe es realmente magnifico, La Señorita Julia, sigue con el tono del primer cuento pero puedes sentir la desesperación de Julia en todo ese asunto "paranormal". El Entierro, fue el que menos me gusto pero ese final simplifica muchas cosas que pasan en la vida diaria como que siempre damos por hecho que tenemos un mañana. Arboles Petrificados, más que un cuento lo veo como un poema al amor que tarda en llegar o al amor que llega cuando ya estas con alguien más. Es triste y melancólico y al mismo tiempo apasionante y lleno de vida.
"No sé decir las cosas que siento. Tal vez algún día te las escriba sentada frente a otra ventana. No sé tampoco hasta dónde soy feliz." Que bello, me encantó🥺💞🩷