divendres, 10 de gener del 2020

Los mejores libros del Iceberg en 2019




Iceberg de Oro: Midnight in the garden of good and evil, John Berendt.

Iceberg de Plata: Las hermanas coloradas, Francisco García Pavón.

Iceberg de bronce: Memorias de un cazador, Iván Turguénev.
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4o: El concierto de los peces, Halldór Lazness. 

5o: Hecho en saturno, Rita Indiana.

dimarts, 7 de gener del 2020

The 2019 Iceberg best movies



Golden Iceberg: Advise & Consent, directed by Otto Preminger.

Silver Iceberg: Once upon a time in Hollywood, directed by Quentin Tarantino.

Bronze Iceberg: The Square, directed by Ruben Östlund.
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4th: Cold war, directed by Pawel Pawlikowski.

5th: Marriage story, directed by Noah Baumbach.

dilluns, 6 de gener del 2020

The 2019 Best Iceberg songs





Golden Iceberg: Venice Bitch; Lana del Rey.

Silver Iceberg: From chaos to harmony; Ian Brown.

Bronze Iceberg: La hora de volve; Rita Indiana.
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4th: Disgrace; Pixx.
5th: Flashing, lights; Kanie West & Dwele.

dijous, 2 de gener del 2020

Destination Unkown



"At last," she said, "we can have our martinis." She opened the wicker basket and poured the drinks into the silver goblets. "If you look at the gravestone," she said, "you'll see it's a bit unusual." It was a double gravestone bearing the names of Dr. William F. Aiken and his wife, Anna. "They were the parents of Conrad Aiken, the poet. Notice the dates."
Both Dr. and Mrs. Aiken had died on the same day: February 27, 1901.
"This is what happened," she said. "The Aikens were living on Oglethorpe Avenue in a big brick townhouse. Dr. Aiken had his offices on the ground floor, and the family lived on the two floors above. Conrad was eleven. One morning, Conrad awoke to the sounds of his parents quarreling in their bedroom down the hall. The quarreling subsided for a moment. Then Conrad heard his father counting, 'One! Two! Three!' There was a half-stifled scream and then a pistol shot. Then another count of three, another shot, and then a thud. Conrad ran barefoot across Oglethorpe Avenue to the police station where he announced, 'Papa has just shot Mama and then shot himself.' He led the officers to the house and up to his parents' bedroom on the top floor."
Miss Harty lifted her goblet in a silent toast to Dr. and Mrs. Aiken. Then she poured a few drops onto the ground.
"Believe it or not," she said, "one of the reasons he killed her was . . . parties. Aiken hinted at it in 'Strange Moonlight,' one of his short stories. In the story, the father complains to the mother that she's neglecting her family. He says, 'It's two parties every week, and sometimes three or four, that's excessive.' The story was autobiographical, of course. The Aikens were living well beyond their means at the time. Anna Aiken went out to parties practically every other night. She'd given six dinner parties in the month before her husband killed her.