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THE SUBCONSCIOUS IS
FULL OF SEAWEED

«The first summer of my life, at only three months old, I spent by the sea, and it may be that my brain unconsciously absorbed the dazzling glare of the sun on the sand, the salty breeze that carried the smell of seaweed and the tar used on fishing boats pulled up on the shore, the rhythmic sound of the waves (…)»

 

—Manuel Vicent.

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A NATURALIST DRAMA UNDER THE MEDITERRANEAN LIGHT

«Just as tragedy nests beneath happiness, at the bottom of a blinding white light there is a black light that blinds you and forces you to

narrow your eyes...»

 

—Manuel Vicent

BOURGEOIS HOLIDAYMAKERS IN EL CABANYAL

«At the beginning of the 20th century, the seaside villages were connected to the summer colonies established on the beach by Valencia’s bourgeoisie, where the city’s cheerful shopkeepers and fishermen driven by elemental passions lived side by side for a few months each year...»

 

—Manuel Vicent.

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IN THE SEA OF XÀBIA

«When I first began to feel and navigate this sea of Denia and Xàbia, I never stopped imagining that these waters belonged to Sorolla, intoxicated by this muscatel light, just as it happened to me.»

 

—Manuel Vicent

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