¿Cómo es este Misterio y en él Dicha y Dolor, esta existencia de la cual no saldremos nunca, esta inexorable eternidad personal nemónica, ese Dolor para el que quisiéramos el no-ser, y que herirá siempre, esa Dicha que llegará y volverá, ese inapartable siempre existir, esa dicha esperada, no actual, para la que quisiéramos el ser con actualidad?
Macedonio's metaphysical prologue begs us to re-consider a series of epistemological categories that we hold about the world. Beginning from a negation of the real in realism, Macedonio gets closer to a Lacanian real. I would argue that his literary metaphysics are not so much a negation of realism, but an attempt to bring it to its inevitable conclusion. No matter how much time and space a Galdós novel swallows up, something eludes it. Some character slips by as a phantom, denigrating are full awareness of the world. Characters are equally withdrawn in Museo de la novela de la Eterna. They appear and disappear, yet perpetually haunt the text.
What is this mystery of the text walking the streets? And what is it to become "un lector salteado" incessantly trying to trace these character-magnets?
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