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256 pages, Unknown Binding
First published January 1, 2012
Mr. Bob Speller (Haldimand—Norfolk—Brant, Lib.): Mr. Speaker, my question is for the Minister of Canadian Heritage.
The minister must be aware now of the silly goings on in the United States capital where the U.S. house of representatives passed a motion claiming that somebody other than Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone.
I am wondering if the minister will take the time to inform the U.S. congress that indeed yes, Virginia, Alexander Graham Bell did invent the telephone.
WHEREAS in simple language, shareable speech, lively writing, the novelist has been able to follow the threads of these stories to explore the peculiarities of the Cuban stance, the lived experiences of these stunning beings that have remained on their island as if at the heart of destiny;
WHEREAS she has mobilized a very unique talent where emotion and lyricism are bound by an enormous sense of reserve, but are discreetly exposed in the representation of these singular lives, the narration of ambiguous and complex existences, and the barely traced melancholy of long-kept illusions;
WHEREAS the novelist has excelled in the art of representing her country in the full light of recognition, in a moment when the consciences of the Centers and their proud blindness, have, paradoxically, never been as exacerbated;
WHEREAS she has known, from beginning to end, how to keep [the readers] in suspense, how to surprise and amaze, in the maze of relationships, intimate experiences, urban neighborhoods, and the forgotten times of histories that coalesce;
WHEREAS, at every bound and every turn, the burning formula of Cuban resourcefulness, standing against oppressive economic models, is revealed as joyful, lively, and always triumphant;
WHEREAS the writer has made us enter the powerful body of the mind, the intelligence of the men and women of Cuba: inventors, doctors, explorers, artists, poets, and creators, all of which renew the poetic material of existence itself, impressing it on us like a grace, a cardinal virtue, which—under quarantines, under embargoes—stimulates the Cuban soul, turning it into a source of rejuvenation and hope facing the old-continents;
Thus, the jury unanimously awards the Prix Carbet de la Caraïbe et du Tout-monde of 2012 to Ms. Karla Suárez for her novel Havana, Year Zero.
That's what Meucci's document was: unadulterated illusion, pure delusion. Our lives were revolving around it because there was nothing else, it was Year Zero Nothingness. [...] We were fractals reproducing the worst of ourselves.
𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘶𝘣𝘢, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.