Post by account_disabled on Feb 25, 2024 0:16:04 GMT -5
A whale appears to have beached itself on a Basque beach, sparking a flurry of action from authorities, activists and the public. He did so just as the G7 summit was about to take place, alerting police and the Secret Service, who began to suspect an eco-terrorist plot. From this premise, Yolanda González constructs a narrative that mixes thriller (what do animals die of and who is guilty?) and description of the plot territory of the struggle between conservationists and politicians. The text is divided into several lines: one of them describes the life of the Basque whalers of the century who pioneered the slaughter of right whales. The other is the behavior of environmentalists who try to make the death of Ilargi (the name of this animal) something useful and resonate in the conscience. Of course, the preparations for the political summit were a ridiculous minuet.
Additionally, it describes daydreams in which a reporter became ill after being struck by a whale in its final throes and spent several days in the hospital recounting that death. Just as importantly, there are several pages documenting the whale's song, which are elegantly painted black in this edition. Judiciously bringing these arguments together, readers will uncover questions about the population status of this large mammal C Level Executive List and how the ocean remains a final frontier and uncharted territory for us. Photo.-Yolanda-Gonzalez.--x-c-default Yolanda Gonzalez. Yolanda González has written a novel based on myths, rituals and screams. This myth is about the whale, the Leviathan of the fifth day of creation, the beast that inhabits the world before us (the mad ape, the author’s name). This survival, fueled by centuries of sailor fears, has been tamed by ecological awareness, but the scale and near-omnipotence of this mass accumulation continues to terrify us. It seems out of place in a century that is killing them with various weapons: road kill, ocean acidification, plastic waste or the disorientation and noise that ensnares them.
The text is full of ritual: the equipment and preparations of century-old Basque whalers, who treasured the secrets of how to hunt whales, which we will let readers discover. Those who have read the lengthy description of extracting commodities from whale carcasses in Moby-Dick will remember that it was almost more like mining. This is an important part of the story, as it not only describes the human homage to the blood of the whales, but also shows the wounds left in the forest as a source of whaling building ships.. The silent protests of the mothers, the industry of whale oil Purpose is their curse, the delicious taste of meat on the tongue fit only for a king or an obvious political interest in this source of wealth. This interest has continued for centuries. There are also the rituals of arts activists who understand that environmentalism is primarily about communication and performance and are committed to orchestrating their protests, in stark contrast to the empty promises of politicians marching between summits. This cry is, of course, that of a disoriented whale, and it is also the cry of many conservationists who believe that the end of whales is the end of everything, as if centuries of frustrating hunting relationships unite us with them together.
Additionally, it describes daydreams in which a reporter became ill after being struck by a whale in its final throes and spent several days in the hospital recounting that death. Just as importantly, there are several pages documenting the whale's song, which are elegantly painted black in this edition. Judiciously bringing these arguments together, readers will uncover questions about the population status of this large mammal C Level Executive List and how the ocean remains a final frontier and uncharted territory for us. Photo.-Yolanda-Gonzalez.--x-c-default Yolanda Gonzalez. Yolanda González has written a novel based on myths, rituals and screams. This myth is about the whale, the Leviathan of the fifth day of creation, the beast that inhabits the world before us (the mad ape, the author’s name). This survival, fueled by centuries of sailor fears, has been tamed by ecological awareness, but the scale and near-omnipotence of this mass accumulation continues to terrify us. It seems out of place in a century that is killing them with various weapons: road kill, ocean acidification, plastic waste or the disorientation and noise that ensnares them.
The text is full of ritual: the equipment and preparations of century-old Basque whalers, who treasured the secrets of how to hunt whales, which we will let readers discover. Those who have read the lengthy description of extracting commodities from whale carcasses in Moby-Dick will remember that it was almost more like mining. This is an important part of the story, as it not only describes the human homage to the blood of the whales, but also shows the wounds left in the forest as a source of whaling building ships.. The silent protests of the mothers, the industry of whale oil Purpose is their curse, the delicious taste of meat on the tongue fit only for a king or an obvious political interest in this source of wealth. This interest has continued for centuries. There are also the rituals of arts activists who understand that environmentalism is primarily about communication and performance and are committed to orchestrating their protests, in stark contrast to the empty promises of politicians marching between summits. This cry is, of course, that of a disoriented whale, and it is also the cry of many conservationists who believe that the end of whales is the end of everything, as if centuries of frustrating hunting relationships unite us with them together.