by Gertrude Stein
Casimiro libros, Madrid 2017
The iconic Gertrude Stein hosted a salon in Paris that was a prestigious hotbed of creativity. The greatest writers and artists of the early Twentieth Century were brought together in this exclusive, mutual admiration club. Only the crème de la crème were invited to hobnob among the famous and soon-to-be-famous. Hailed for her writing, which was radical at the time, Stein’s craft and technique does not stand the test of time. The monotonous repetition, arbitrary absence of grammar, and countless insider references and entreaties are annoying, and do not satisfy the reader. This poorly crafted puff piece served Picasso well, but it is a real yawner for the rest of us.