Hello,
I’m a proliferous writer, with not much time to commercialize my writing material, a series of books being written at the same time, lots of hands, and memories, but I only have time to write them. Hopefully, a Babelcube find them interesting enough to translate them, especially the last one about World War II.
In 1992, I started a course on Illustration at Parsons School of Design, NYC, that gave me much knowledge on drawing, painting, culture and depth.I learned to pay attention to details. Indeed an image is worth a thousand words, and a book is about images made of words.
After getting an AAS on Illustration (1992-1995), I came back to my country. A third-world country, Brazil, and I was shocked by the confront between American and Brazilian-Portuguese cultures. From that period, I started to write a book in Manhattan Island and ended it in Brazil. It tells about a simple Brazilian man, Marcos Alberto, who has a dream of knowing the nearest island, but it is not feasible. He loves the island palms seen at the distance, black contours of palms.
The narrative reminds also the Lost Triangle, never reachable, and redefines the Lost Triangle as a triangle upwards counting with the imperialist Japan at one end, the royalist United Kingdom at the top, and the communist Cuba at the other end.
This book in Portuguese is called Os Ilhados (under the pseudonym Naomi York), which would be smtg like ‘The Islanders’ ‘The Marrons’
Later, I studied Spanish culture, language and translation from and into Brazilian Portuguese (1996-2005), and afterwards, English from and into Portuguese translation (1915-1916).
Last year, I published ‘Solução final para todos e o último homem em pé’ under the pseudonym of Cintia Cearah. It would become smtg like ‘Final solution for everyone and the last man standing’.
This book is about an old Jewish man looking for his youngest brother in the rubbish of a Germany destroyed by the Second World War.
At this trajectory, he meets a gipsy, and they become acquaintances, the old Jewish man talks about the Stars of David which were mandatory to be sewn on their coats. The gipsy counts about his own brown triangle patch, similar to a tongue – meaning a gipsy. The meaning of the Star of David for a Jewish was one, and for a Nazi was another. The same happens with the swastika that was swiped from the Buddhists by the Nazis – the narrative points to the reasons for the appropriation of the stollen Buddhism symbol but it had to be used in the opposite direction. It unveils how changing the direction of the symbol affected better the Nazi people.
How the Nazis invaded the heavens using the swirling swastika as helixes of airplanes, and swung between the Polska vodka and the French champagne.
How the book Hitler had written and dictated at the jail about ‘his fight’, had made the whole of Germany to fight in his place.
How Adolf Hitler found just one companion, Eva Braun, and lived as Adam and Eve, without sins or sons, before the final expelling from paradise. Making a new race, free from the original sin, which Hitler convinced that they were being expelled from paradise by every foreigner.
Why Hitler loved to scream, instead of talking, and how had silenced deeply the German musicians... even Beethoven.
My books are what bring me hope, and if you translator wish to enter in this venture with me, you’re very welcome.
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A Jewish man looking for his brother in a Germany destroyed by Adam Hitler & Eve Braun
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