As you know very well the religious reader of these notes the title comes from a famous poem by Xavier Villaurrutia, I remember very well if your book Nostalgia death. The poet's verbal statement explains itself and virtually no support for interpretation. What is here and now wants to be reflected is the subject of death and obsession of the writers and subject on which no human is alien. The thought of death, said Alberto Savinio, is thought itself. Will there be a day throughout our existence that we do this?
But not only the poets have tried to unravel the mystery indevelable. Also scientists, and better when they can write. This is the case of Dr. Francisco Gonzalez Crussi, a Mexican, a pathologist, who lives in Chicago and professor of pathology at Northwestern University and head of the Division of Pathology at Children's Memorial Hospital. I think he was born in 1939, but unforgivably Humberto Musacchio Gonzalez Crussi not include in its Millennia of Mexico, and I can not substantiate. And
Gonzalez Crussi is one of those Mexican best known and recognized in the world in their own country, perhaps because at home we have failed to appreciate it. Most of his books are in English and French and just one of them, Notes of an anatomist, whose first edition is from 1986, was released in Mexico, published by the Fund in 1990. You go there to Gonzalez Crussi good pen:
"was an Indian American mestizo, a member of do not know what tribe. Two students, a morgue assistant and I will strive hard to achieve long drag his body to the autopsy table. And placed in this, his body went beyond the sides bear it, and his arms hung like two oaks felled thicker than the average person's thighs. "
is seen immediately that describe how a novelist known expert. So does when he says that in Canada after an autopsy of one Orlando, victim of a hack, had just been cut in half.
no longer strange to hear, because what he writes is as resonant as a professional plastic-death (so to speak) who lives and works among the corpses emit some views on the eternal theme. In Notes of an anatomist, who prefaced Dr. Ruy Perez Tamayo great devotion and admiration for his colleague and friend, Gonzalez Crussi deals with the embalming, the problem of twins (the twins, twins), the dead who are still living, some appendages of the human body, myiasis, the body seen from outside the dead as a trade, child abuse, teratology and male genitalia.
Although it seems a case of editorial justice delayed, we must not grudge the publisher Verdehalago merits (and Alfredo Herrera Patiño) who has worked to publicize in Mexico the other important books of Francisco Gonzalez Crussi: Mors sudden, translated Veronica Murguia masterfully. There are other texts in the catalog Verdehalago as Day of the Dead and The five senses, but particularly in this, Mors sudden (or "sudden death", I would say) goes head over death. (I say that another of his books listed: Parting is die a little, his autobiography, published by the UNAM.)
"Death is in essence INCONTEMPLAR, is unthinkable and beyond all possibility of description."
You could say that the only plot, or the only argument, Gonzalez Crussi in all his books is death. But when he develops his "Essay on three forms of sudden death "hits bottom feels. What are the three ways of sudden death?
by lightning, from suffocation, not know why. Interestingly
the beam can not come up. But from below, as was the case with several adults found in the labyrinth of subway system in New York and were taken to the morgue. Vague. Homeless. Teporochos. Since they were found on or near the tracks, hideously mutilated, it was the hypothesis of suicide or murder. It was all very strange, because such individuals are moved through the underground system like fish in water. Yet an anatomical finding common to all the victims said the mechanism of their deaths: the penis of each of them was completely charred. They had been defending
giving frequent sips of cold to their bottles of liquor. Since the drink frequently and cold temperature stimulated urinary function, perhaps from the top of the platform jets dropped their urine which formed a continuous arc from their bladders to the subway tracks. And at the moment when the jet touched the way, the thousands and thousands of volts of electricity needed to transport all the people of New York found an alternative path in the salt-rich liquid and flowed at a fraction of a second to the bodies of unsuspecting beggars.
Diagnosis: struck by lightning, underground.
In his ideas about the death by suffocation, Gonzalez Crussi think in the air and their relationship are life and death.
"Our life is like the wind, transient and insubstantial."
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