The Extortioners

By Luis Felipe Ortiz Reyes

In “The Extortioners” evidenced and dissolution of political society space is accentuated in a simulated country where any reference to chance is deconstructed and in which the characters represent their own process of enunciation, its own discursive structure, becoming witnesses and doers of the socio-cultural life of their country. In the story the boundary separating the imaginary from the real, to rethink the tension between politics and economics, commitment and reality through an excuse, where a man becomes wrapped in a troubled relationship between law is cleared and transgression and is blackmailed by a young, poor example of what you can do to get rich at the expense of whatever.

This history as a body shaken by extortion becomes a reflection of citizens who recognize incomplete, but in turn willing to break the bonds that oppress through another system that defines not mutilate, without division, which propose answers to the questioning of the ruling political ideology. So the text is no longer full meaning, to make way for the inquiry, where the characters are alone ironically, to the extent that it promotes in the reader the desire to participate actively in the proposed dialogue, where Luis Ortiz assumes the risk of using the refined word for points closer to the limit where the cruelty of the political system.

The story evoked in “The Extortioners” is a bitter satire where the narrative discourse is conducted to show the deterioration of a country and its people, caused by bad policies driven by their rulers. It is a discussion of how the policy is part of everyday life about how often unseen that has always done politics, gestures and words as much as in the acts not only of criminals, rulers and dictators, but of us, good men.

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Dec 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9783960288268

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DEDICATION

To all those

who are living the deteriorating human.

CONTENTS

CLARIFICATION

INSOMNIA

E-mail

MUSINGS

BARTOLEÉ

COMMISSIONER

SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY

THE NOVEL

WAITING FOR A WAY OUT

"Sometimes,

Someone

can mean so much to you

that even the truth can’t change your mind"

#ihatequotes

CLARIFICATION

Two important issues to be announce: the first that this novel is set until January 2011, but things not change so quickly and some, even if we wanted to, will survive. Second, before you start reading, it is important to be aware that the author and the characters become strategically forced inventions or conventions, through which the fictional nature intelligible speech where, also fictitious and strategically, I am compelled, by the narrow, crushing and impoverishing political situation, making a confession by: I'm not its real author. A printed copy on paper accompanied by a narration that contented a pendrive was found by me on a bench at Central University of Venezuela after buying a book, paradoxically, copyright in the hallway engineering. I was sitting giving a look at newly acquired book, and saw on the bench, the paper envelop. A huge suspicion came over me and I hesitated for a moment to take it that the pump on. I looked around. A man was watching me, his appearance was impeccable and transmitting serenity and confidence behind his white beard and glasses mounted air. With a warm and friendly smile, turned and disappeared into the crowd of the aisles.

No one, with the single exception of the writer, you can imagine the shock I felt like shit. Even so or why or perhaps fortunately, I do not know yet, I noticed the words open it without fear, and so I did. I opened the envelope and the first thing that struck me was this note attached as part of its content:

"Anyone concerned

You can publish this sheath

as your".

Immediately my curiosity quickened. I took the bundle of sheets and began to read slowly. I was captivated by what was being recounted. The last light of day was next to fall on campus. I looked at my watch. It was five pm. Getting dark when I returned home leaving behind me a hot afternoon of blue skies and bright sun. Within smelled absence opened the window wide open and I peeked to see the city in shadow. I could not contain myself and went immediately to study in one sitting and finished reading. Days later I tried to change it, but fortunately I held the reformatted, I sent the Spanish version to my friend Nelson Barreto to please review and to correct any errors found. Subsequently, by a pure act of contrition, I dared to send it to a literary contest. He did not win, by that time it had substantially changed.

Finally, in this short novel pursue not explain society based on traditional myths, but sometimes they've become more sophisticated elements and sometimes incomprehensible, such as how economic power and ideological dominates a country, front or in the shade, or a person or group of people try to do it with others.

In this paper I have tried to articulate the discourse through a repetition of dialogues on the situation. Repeat that extends to the political explanations and gestures of the characters. It is a repetition that ultimately refers to the impermanence of all that exists, to the search, sometimes inaccurate, the singularity, keeping the boundary between fiction and reality, but ultimately end up merging into a discourse that asserts its truth as he wonders, as he makes and breaks through the thickness of mankind, misery, splendor and the complex and sometimes contradictory way in which the characters belonging to the political world, mixed with the imaginary characters clad in narrative, a transgression of the boundaries between the real and the imaginary that serves to accentuate the truth is stated as cleared, refuses and is crossed, so it is possible that some may not like the tone of subtle irony that employment portraying figures and episodes.

In this narrative the double character of a novel is two stories. In the Spotlight extortion is narrated by a man and another man in the background emerges an elliptical and fragmentary narrative extortion produced by an oppressive political system, in the interstices of the history of the foreground. It works with two stories, with two different systems of causality. The same events come simultaneously in two narrative logics. The essential elements of this novel are dual function and are used differently in each of the two stories so. The crossing points are the basis for the construction of the ambiguous material with which I try to run the machinery of narrative.

One story has a closed, dark and enigmatic structure, with a surprise ending, as told in order to make way for the history of the background that is the goal at the end of the novel, and even if there is no technical clarity, is never resolved, but let’s think about political ideologies and their leaders.

So a central core of both stories start object of my story: The excuse and reality, which are linked and intertwined in the text, despite being full of unanswered questions, ultimately propose a questioning of the ideology ruler while I make an effort to maintain the momentum of speech seeking ideological plurality.

Thus, the discourse of this novel allows extending the current situation being experienced by the country, until the crisis of American identity, a product of the phenomenon of globalization and the inherent loss of universal values ​​and uniqueness. The judgment that I issue points to a free and uninterrupted development, while all will be interpreted within the narration by characters living reality of a decadent and extorted society where citizens today do not own origins, or its scope, still less his future but he is a hostage of the system and its purpose is next to that system and not the individual. In this sense, my writing remains in the nostalgia of a whole, embracing a free society, with the hope that another time, another narrator can extend and complete this book, this unfinished dialogue with other images and metaphors in other narratives without, to represent among others or through other, trying to confuse the reader given to another singer voice disguising, hiding his identity as author.

INSOMNIA

Pedro Pablo Casanueva Talabarte, dismayed by the injury which was under, he went to bed earlier than usual, but the questioning of reality that took him immediately to the conflicting thoughts of their own reality that heralds the way for a night distressing. He began to hear noise more intensity emanating from the wooden floors of the old house in which he lived for ten years. A property in times of his mother, with rooms surrounded by hunting trophies, photographs dedicated to the same, Spanish style rustic furniture and other relics of bygone eras. It was, indeed very beautiful place, big and rather dark, but in any case, above their means. Yes, Pedro Pablo managed to barter with her ​​mother doña Consuelo Trinidad Talabarte Casanueva, for a newer built by him. That old house, which dreamed to live forever, is nestled high on the hill Loma de Pico, on the outskirts of San Fermin, with the magnificent view of Mount El Tocón and the city stretching along the Sanferminero rapidly foothills surrounded by another city he never imagined: anarchic, marginal and full of dangers.

However, once seated within the house, getting peace and quiet, which is largely permitted his stay in rooms large and high walls covered with hunting trophies: stuffed heads of deer, wolves and bears, which spoke well clear of the interests of its owner. In the middle, between the stuffed boar and deer antlers, shotguns, rifles, pistols and holsters looked. On the ground, at the foot of a table, two piles of tiger. So, without any difficulty, as previously narrate, and placed collected trophies in his time, now ongoing repentance, a hunter in Africa: The unicorns were extinct and could not hunt, but exhibited stuffed heads of gazelles, zebras, tiger skins, elephant tusks and ears, even the head of the first little donkey that had his daughter Teresita. I can attest that at the time I visited his house never saw skeletons of dinosaurs or unicorns heads, probably because the first died out long ago and unicorns, because believe it or not, this is not a story... please! Finally, evidences of irrational, unrepeatable and misunderstood until today by the Minister of Environment and himself prowess.

He heard invisible crickets and star flapping feared and as he repudiated by him, black and hairy moths rioting by torrential downpours that plagued Argentina, Brazil, Colombia, Venezuela and of course, Bartoleé even Australia and Spain, which painfully forced the President Commander Meritorious Bartoleé to receive humanitarian aid from friendly countries who knocked on the door to give them a hand.

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