Aurora Venturini (December 20, – November 24, ) was an Argentine novelist, short In , she received the Página/12 New Novel Award for Las primas (The Cousins). She died on November 24, in Buenos Aires at the age. Aurora Venturini has 16 books on Goodreads with ratings. Aurora Venturini’s most popular book is Las primas. This Page is automatically generated based on what Facebook users are interested in, and not affiliated with or endorsed by anyone associated with the topic.

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Read an excerpt of the translation here. For as long as I can remember, the literary element that has most fascinated me is that of voice. The story of how I came across the book is fairly benturini stuff—an international book fair, an editorial director who knows my tastes all too well.


As is the book itself. These resources, combined with a syntax that alternates between galloping rhythms and sudden silences, have enabled her to create a poetics that is entirely unique.

The Cousins is in some ways rather dark. Primaz is a murder and a disfigurement; there are miscarriages and untimely family deaths.

One of the miracles of the book, then, is how funny it is in many places, and how becalmed throughout. Rich with dark humor and irony, her observations on family, suburban life, sexuality, and social climbing are candid, at times brutally so.

Signally, however, her voice is heard only by the reader, or nearly so: Since then she has published five more books, each to wider critical acclaim than the last.

Are you an artist at risk or know someone who is? Help PEN America protect and uplift their voices: Home The Power of Voice: On Translating Aurora Venturini By: Roy Kesey September 10, Send an imprisoned writer a message of support and solidarity: Today is Liu Xiaobo’s birthday.


He would have been Today I think of David Gorin’s PENamerican elegy and imagine Liu Xiaobo crossing a street in lower Manhattan even now, umbrella in one hand, phone in the other, googling the news, no one to stop him https: