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Duende: A Journey Into the Heart of Flamenco by Jason Webster
First Sentence: A large woman stands up at
the back of the stage and approaches the audience as the guitars
play on. |
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The music started: two guitarists beating out more
Alboreás. The women took turns to dance in a frenzy, each trying to
outdo the other. "Deep Song always sings in the night," Lorca had
written. It was the credo of the flamenco: a rejection of the
mundane, the ordinary, the life of the everyday man, embracing,
rather, an extreme world – extreme passions, extreme feelings, the
extremes of life and death. And it was a way of life I wanted to
believe in – its excitement, its danger, the affirmation it gave
you that you were different, and alive.
Destined for a sedate and predictable life in academia,
Jason Webster was derailed in his early twenties when his first
love, an aloof Florentine beauty, dumped him unceremoniously.
Loveless and eager for adventure – and determined to fulfill a
secret dream -- he left Oxford and headed for Spain, the country
that had long captivated his imagination, and set off in search
of duende, the intense and mysterious emotional state – part
ecstasy, part melancholy – that is the essence of Spain’s
signature art form: flamenco. |
Duende is Webster’s captivating memoir of the years he
spent in Spain pursuing his obsession. Studying flamenco guitar
until his fingers bleed, he becomes involved in a passionate yet
doomed affair with Lola, a flamenco dancer (and older woman)
married to the gun-toting Vicente, only to flee the coastal city
of Alicante in fear for his life. He ends up in Madrid, miserable
and lovelorn, but it’s here that he has his first taste of the
gritty world of flamenco’s progenitors – the Gypsies whose edgy
lives and fervent commitment to the art of flamenco vividly
illustrate the path to duende. Before long he is deeply immersed
in a flamenco underworld that combines music and dance with
drugs and crime. After two years Webster moves on to Granada where,
bruised and battered, he reflects on his discovery of the
emotional heart of Spain. |
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