"Living requires artistic state." In a posthumous and unpublished work, the acclaimed author Nélida Piñon weaves together, through 147 chapters, her literary testament: The Faces I Have .
Nélida Pinõn believed in the importance of leaving traces. Traces of existence, of creation itself, of words that become part of a legacy for those who remain. With 147 short chapters reminiscent of the structure of a diary, the acclaimed author sculpts an extensive plurality of masks that float through the meanders of life, art, and mortality. Alongside the rush to write against the grain of her remaining time, she dwells not in self-pity, but in celebration: "I fight for my days to be festive. Just by being alive, even without a concrete reason, I raise the cup of illusion." A posthumous and unpublished work, Os rostos que tenho is, according to writer Rodrigo Lacerda, Nélida Piñón's "literary testament."
The first writer to become president of the Brazilian Academy of Letters (ABL) knew the social and literary role played by the records we leave behind, the memories we strive to preserve. Through short texts that, however, never risk fading beneath the surface, Nélida delves into her own masks, weaving a cohesive, complex, and multifaceted life balance. *The Faces I Have* presents us with glimpses of her childhood, in which Spanish and Portuguese intertwine, creating a cultural symphony that echoes through her life and her literature. We are also invited to explore her intimate relationship with words, with creation, and with her contemporaries. In a profound reflection on mortality, we recognize the preciousness of her traces and desires for memory.
The preface to this first edition, written by writer – and Nélida Piñon’s editor – Rodrigo Lacerda, leaves a message to the reader:
There would still be much to say about Nélida Piñon's literary testament and her changing faces, or, as chapter 46 puts it, her "masks." It's best, however, to let readers be surprised by the book. And to be moved by the final questions Nélida leaves hanging in the air, seeing the end of a lifetime dedicated to the power of invention and reinvention through words approaching.