Humans advise removing the vellesa from seva vida. Els «feliços vint» are aliens to the deterioration of cos. Gaudeixen de les bondats de la vida fins a certain date, quan mort program, previ contracte. However, something fails and the young people are always struggling with cops. It’s the year 2406 and the only survivor of the catastrophe is Elisa Neri who, in her long run away from her, will try to find answers. She is L’edat dels vius, a dystopia by Mar Bosch Oliveras, published by Univers Llibres. «It is not a cant a les bondats de la vellesa. Not a Mechanoscript. It is a deforming mirall, like memory and imagination, posat davant nostre. Les distòpies ens adverteixen del que pot arrivar a passar, but above all they are a denunciation of the derivatives that prenen our societats. It’s up to us what we do with the experience of the second reading».
The man is directed cap to the apocalypse?
I have not been so full of the world to be able to see the cap on it is directed. If I have written an apocalyptic novel, I have not been religious or moral or forgiving my opinion, but we have the diaris and the espais that ens oferiu als cultural journalists per dir la nostra. The meu llibre does not reflect the poorest opinions, it is a projection with aesthetic pretensions of a possible world, one of better than the nostre, which is not to say, as they are all the mons that pose the distopias.
Ens fa por fer-nos vells?
To me, personally, I am not fa to envellir. I am angry at noticing at some moments, and more than I’m going to be both anys. Per sort -unlike the poor of the meva novel·la- ens fem vells little by little and have ten things to do, if we are lucky and health is not especially sadistic both of us. Ens fem vells little by little and tenim temps to see-ho come, to think-us better. If you weren’t there, who would have grace? potser chap. Fer-se vell is a slow joke. I hi ha gent that not in tea or drop of sentiment of humor. They don’t understand the jokes, neither the speeds nor the lenses. He who is not compre sovint is tem, yes. Per això he supposed that molta gent tea for a fer-se vell, more enllà of the ràbia that els pugui fer.
The cult to the beauty in tea the blame?
La cossificació -he reduced it to simple cossos-; the reification -cossos that are devenen coses-; the cultured disproportionate beauty and youth. Però tot això són conceptes, they are not to blame. If we have to talk in these terms, the culprits are nostaltres, for putting them in circulation, for training them so deeply with the language, with our way of living and seeing reality. Retre culte to the beauty or to the young woman should not be pernicious per se mateix, ho is quan the cult is excessive and obligatory. Ho és, sobretot, quan es denigren altres las tres maneres de ser humà in aquest mon. That tothom adored the vulgui, what the hell! I adore the Sun, a deu, two or the absence of tots, als cossos, als joves, als tubercles. Però deixem en pau to the rest. The downside of the cultes is that sovint are evangelitzadors, the country prior to the imposition.
The novel·la is a critique of the tractament that the societat sovint donates als més grans?
It is a portrait deformat, exaggerated, fantasiejat of the tractament that the society donates to the great people. to the mon of The age of the vius there are no vells left Those who have been preserved in giant pots of formalin because the new generations are studying. Because vegin what will be a vegada, quan faces not s’havia invented the cure for the definitive malaltia, according to them: the vellesa.
Now, is it a tribute to the memory of the avant-passats in the societat de la immediatesa?
A tribute to the avant-passats as bearers of memory disappeared, also disappeared. the humans of The age of the vius not in spend, from memory. What use would they be? Viuen el present quasi etern, fins que La Fàbrica els diu quan they have to die. They are not afraid of death because they have uprooted all hope of transcendence. To die nomé will serve to disappear. “Was not. Vaig be. not sóc It doesn’t matter»: this is his motto. The life of cadascú will not have «servit» de res, just to exercise the full congratulations of cadascú. Who needs memory in a paradise sense passat?
Is Covid going to have something to look at with this novel?
The pandemic will tindrà a veure amb quasi tot, from d’ara. The exercise of power during the pandemic, too. From high school, the idea of writing a dystopia was prior to March 2020. She had wanted to write science fiction since the beginning of time, but above all she was recruited to pose in marxa idees through d’aquest petit, modest, divertit, literary artifact. Afterwards the mon is going to capture and it has helped to load more the dyes of the text. If you don’t semblat semblat finish-se mentre l’escrivia, he supposed that the novel hauria tingut an air more dolç. Things that she thought during the pandemic: to whom will distopias come, after the one we have seen? Per sort, face ens pleases to think i gaudir fent-ho through literature i el llibre està tenint molt bona acollida. Això i que som massoques. Or ens pleases veure gent that is pitjor that we jump, to comfort us. Tot pot ser…
Plant a semper jove society but all and així, they are not happy… If I have all, perdem l’essència com a humans? what is left?
I so happy viuen! No ho serieu vosaltres? Didn’t I sign for mateix? No fer-se vell, tenir-ho tot cobert, no haver de treballar if it is not vol, triar l’ofici that best developed our capacitats, insured home, love and friends… They are completely happy weekends the day we col · Lapse and moren tots in block. So much happiness was unsustainable. The only unhappiness in the novel is the protagonist, forced to live through the apocalypse of two civilizations. The only one that is fa you ask. The only one who doubts the fonaments of the seva societat of her. The only one that minimally costs «the truth». I això la fa lliure, no necessàriament feliç. Posem llibertat i congratulate the balança. What trieu? I heard that you wanted to reformulate the terms? Doncs d’això is tracta, to think what will say congratulations, who or what in the search. To feel what it will be like to be free and what it means to fully assume the consequences of freedom.
Al món de L’edat dels vius there are no vells left. Those who have been preserved in giant pots of formalin because the new generations are studying.
However, there is a part of the population that is rebellious.
Hi there are some dissidents who do not s’anomenen. Hi there is a predominant discourse that they have disappeared, literally. They are the old salvatges and they founded their own society. If visquessin gaires anys més potser també esdevindrien totalitaris amb els seus, mals vicis that agafa power when it is not submitted to the bon govern. But they have the age of the vius -the vius that remain on the Earth are the old ones- and they do not remain gaires anys to demonstrate that they do far more than not pass those from whom they separate.
Ciutat Jardí is the món d’Epicur?
It’s a tribute to the doctrine of Epicur, to the culture of simple pleasures, to friendship, to ataràxia, to the viure retire… the age of the vius hi apareixen some picades d’ullet als postulats d’aquesta beautiful Hellenistic doctrine, capgirats, deformats. And the inhabitants of l’illa bonica could be cynical and even stoic, if they posem philosophical. Tot plegat pren l’air d’that old way of thinking and thinking, just to say that power adapts and corrupts certes philosophies to exercise per damunt del pensament dels ciutadans, just contrary to why would philosophy serve. Ho van fer els nazis amb Nietzsche. What a pension per nosaltres, senyors! I arrived, I arrived, I informed you: I remembered. Però això ho dicjo, the novel·la només is a novel·la and it is the readers who have treure’n conclusions.
Would you sign this agreement? It is to say, being young always ends in a day when he will die.
The truth is that I don’t know. The case is that the inhabitants of Ciutat Jardí do not ho trien, ells ja neixen així i els educan per tur vint anys semper. I have been educated to grow more or less dignified and die. D’això se’n diu tenir l’edat dels vius.
What would I do to accommodate this person who, like the protagonist, is the only one who has?
Quan jo mori o davant an imminent end of the planet? Quan jo mori, if I tinc sort i in soc conscient, I will shit in tot i in tothom. I renego molt per tot i muerte-se is an important contrarietat, the definitive one. I guess that now that you have answered this question, I will think of some frequently occurring paragraphs. Davant d’un imminent end of the planet I will do the mateix, but hugged als meus vius preferits. As soon as you jump into the pool of the most crowded group of people you care about. The inhabitants of Ciutat Jardí hold a festival for those who, when they finish it, say “it will die.” It is also an idea to keep in mind.
With the effervescent donut, hi has two different parts… Two trips, one for physics and one for the interior.
Of fet, n’hi has three. The first part is narrates the collapse of a dystopia that is not so much. The second part is a utopia sota sospita. If I join them, I hope that it is general to ask like this: How is a society that can begin to anomaly-become dystopian? Potser ja hi som i no ens n’hem adonat? Dues parts are often marked, in a style in which the protagonist unifies only a distanced vision, with Gulliver recounting her sev adventure.