Un clásico de la literatura de viajes que parte de las entrañas familiares del autor para convertirse en la búsqueda de los vestigios de una historia insólita.
Todos necesitan del acicate de una busca para vivir; para el viajero ese acicate reside en cualquier sueño», decía Bruce Chatwin. Aquí la excusa para el sueño y para el viaje es un trozo de piel de diez centímetros cuadrados entregado a su abuela como regalo de bodas por un primo marino, exiliado en los confi nes del Imperio Británico. La historia familiar tenía la piel por la de un brontosaurio, aunque era de color rojo y estaba cubierta de pelo. Bruce Chatwin parte tras la
pista de una piel similar y encuentra los vestigios de siglos de historia y las insólitas huellas de personajes improbables.

Exiliados y excéntricos de toda especie, vagabundos y descendientes de vagabundos, hombres y mujeres encallados en el tiempo dan una extraordinaria vivacidad a este libro espléndido, a este clásico de hoy. ( )

Hmmm. Didnt know what to expect from my first "Bruce Chatwin", but this wasnt it. Lots of little snippits - most chapters less than 2 pages long - I got very little idea of Patagonia as a place, there seemed to be very little focus or a line being followed.[return][return]Plenty of characters but couldnt tell how they related to each other (if at all) or how they related to Chatwin. Most interesting things were the longer chapters, such as those on Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, who spent several years in Patagonia before disappearing off into the sunset

Excellent. I'm glad I read this after travelling Patagonia, so that I was sharing the author's reactions to the places and freshening memories, instead of just settings expectations. Plenty of interesting stories in their own right; I just enjoyed the moments of recognition on top of it. ( )

Todos necesitan del acicate de una busca para vivir; para el viajero ese acicate reside en cualquier sueño», decía Bruce Chatwin. Aquí la excusa para el sueño y para el viaje es un trozo de piel de diez centímetros cuadrados entregado a su abuela como regalo de bodas por un primo marino, exiliado en los confines del Imperio Británico. La historia familiar tenía la piel por la de un Brontosaurio, aunque era de color rojo y estaba cubierta de pelo. Bruce Chatwin parte tras la pista de una piel similar y encuentra los vestigios de siglos de historia y las insólitas huellas de personajes improbables.

Published in 1977, this book is a mix of history and travel diary. Bruce Chatwin starts in Buenos Aires, and travels down Argentina, crossing the region known as Patagonia. He stops to visit people along the way, asks them questions about their family histories and the events that occurred in the area. We hear many immigration stories and local legends. Chatwin supplements what he hears from the people he meets with his own historical research.

It is all reasonably interesting, but there is little organization or narrative arc. As he travels, he jumps from one topic to the next in a series of extremely short chapters. We hear a lot about Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, who apparently owned a cabin in the region. We get a description of the landscape and see photos from his travels. There are descriptions of extinct giant sloths. We learn the story of Jemmy Button, an indigenous person taken in 1830 from Tierra del Fuego, who traveled on the HMS Beagle. These are just a few examples of many vignettes.

This is a memoir with very little introspection or analysis. He repeats historical stories that have been debunked as myths. I found lots of side dishes to enjoy, but it seems lacking in a main course.
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