Héctor Abad Faciolince
Héctor Abad Faciolince
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Full Name and Common Aliases
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Héctor Abad Faciolince (full name)
Colombian writer, journalist, and physician
Birth and Death Dates
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Born: 1958, Bogotá, Colombia
Died: August 9, 2018, Mexico City, Mexico
Nationality and Profession(s)
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Colombian national
Writer, journalist, physician, and educator
Early Life and Background
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Héctor Abad Faciolince was born in Bogotá, Colombia, in 1958. His father, Héctor Abad Gómez, was a prominent physician who had been exiled to Mexico due to his involvement in the Colombian Communist Party. The younger Abad grew up between Colombia and Mexico, experiencing firsthand the complexities of exile and displacement.
Major Accomplishments
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Writer: Published numerous books, including novels, short stories, essays, and memoirs that explore themes such as politics, history, culture, and identity.
Journalist: Contributed to various publications, focusing on social justice and human rights issues in Colombia and beyond.
Physician: Trained as a doctor, bringing medical expertise to his writing and activism.Notable Works or Actions
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Some of Abad's notable works include:
_El olvido que nos unió (The Memory that Unites Us)_ , a novel exploring the complex relationships between family members during times of social upheaval.
"La invención de la libertad" (The Invention of Liberty), an essay collection that delves into the intricacies of freedom and its limitations.Impact and Legacy
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Héctor Abad Faciolince's work has had a lasting impact on Colombian literature and society. His writing often challenges readers to confront uncomfortable truths about their country's past, present, and future. Through his stories and essays, he sheds light on the experiences of ordinary people caught up in extraordinary events.
Why They Are Widely Quoted or Remembered
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Héctor Abad Faciolince is widely quoted and remembered for his:
Influence on Colombian literature: His innovative style and willingness to tackle sensitive topics have inspired a new generation of writers.
Commitment to social justice: As both a writer and a journalist, he consistently highlighted the struggles faced by marginalized communities in Colombia and beyond.
Personal courage: Despite facing threats and intimidation due to his work, Abad remained committed to speaking truth to power.
His legacy serves as a testament to the power of literature to shape public discourse and promote empathy and understanding.
Quotes by Héctor Abad Faciolince
إن الجرح هناك، في الموضع الذي تمر من خلاله الذكريات، إلا أنه قد صار ندبة أكثر منه جرحًا
..."la ficción es casi siempre copia de la realidad, o es exageración de la misma, o disimulo de lo que si ha ocurrido".
Exactamente lo mismo me pasó, años después con el baile. Mis hermanas eras todas grandes bailarinas, y yo tenía buen oído, como ellas, al menos para cantar, pero cuando ellas me invitaba a bailar, yo ponía el acento del baile donde no era, con una arritmia total, o con el mismo ritmo de las risas de ellas cuando me veían mover los pies.
Es una de las paradojas más tristes de mi vida: casi todo lo que he escrito lo he escrito para alguien que no puede leerme, y estetismo libro no es otra cosa que la carta a una sombra.
ليس الموت هو الذي يأخذ الأحباء، على العكس، فهو يحفظهم ويُخلّدهم في شبابهم الجميل. ليس الموت هو الذي يُبدّد الحبّ، بل الحياة.
Se nace creyendo que la gente, hasta que la vida nos va desmintiendo y nos demuestra que si, que hay gente buena, pero a su lado hay montones de gente muy mala, con malas intenciones, calculadora, solapada y malagradecida. Gente con el corazón diminuto, no como un mango sino como una guayabita verde, agria".
Mi papá siempre pensó, y yo le creo y lo imito, que mimar a los hijos es el mejor sistema educativo.
Vive tu tristeza, pálpala, deshójala entre tus ojos, mójala con lágrimas, envuélvela en gritos o en silencio, cópiala en cuadernos, apúntala en tu cuerpo, apúntala en los poros de tu piel. Pues sólo si no te defiendes huirá, a ratos, a otro sitio que no sea el centro de tu dolor íntimo.
Es posible que de habérmelo propuesto hubiera podido llegar a ser un escritor. Pero ya tú empiezas a entender y a sentir todo el esfuerzo, el trabajo, la angustia, el aislamiento, la soledad y el intenso dolor que la vida le exige a quien escoge este difícil camino de crear belleza.
