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Lord Orlando, un joven cortesano inglés con aspiraciones literarias, descubre un día al despertar que se ha convertido en una mujer. Su verdadera esencia sigue siendo la misma, pero la vida de lady Orlando cambia de manera radical: por un lado, tiene que enfrentarse a los prejuicios de la época, pero por otro adquiere el don de la inmortalidad. Orlando vive más de 300 años, pero solo envejece en apariencia hasta los 36, lo que le convierte en testigo de un mundo cambiante que sirve de excusa a Virginia Woolf para presentarnos una refinada parodia del género biográfico y una sátira brutal del sexismo. Nos hallamos ante una obra inmortal en todos los sentidos, una carta de amor a la literatura, la libertad sexual y la vida. La novela más optimista de una de las mentes más brillantes y revolucionarias del siglo XX

First masculine, then feminine, Orlando is a young sixteenth-century nobleman who gallops through the centuries, from Elizabethan England and imperial Turkey to Virginia Woolf’s own time. Will he find happiness with the exotic Russian Princess Sasha? Or is the dashing explorer Shelmerdine the ideal man? And what form will Orlando take on the journey—a nobleman, traveler, writer? Man or . . . woman?

“In the year 1936 a writer planted roses.” So begins Rebecca Solnit’s new book, a reflection on George Orwell’s passionate gardening and the way that his involvement with plants, particularly flowers, and the natural world illuminates his other commitments as a writer and antifascist, and the intertwined politics of nature and power. Sparked by her unexpected encounter with the surviving roses he planted in 1936, Solnit’s account of this understudied aspect of Orwell’s life explores his writing and his actions—from going deep into the coal mines of England, fighting in the Spanish Civil War, critiquing Stalin when much of the international left still supported him (and then critiquing that left), to his analysis of the relationship between lies and authoritarianism. Through Solnit’s celebrated ability to draw unexpected connections, readers encounter the photographer Tina Modotti’s roses and her Stalinism, Stalin’s obsession with forcing lemons to grow in impossibly cold conditions, Orwell’s slave-owning ancestors in Jamaica, Jamaica Kincaid’s critique of colonialism and imperialism in the flower garden, and the brutal rose industry in Colombia that supplies the American market. The book draws to a close with a rereading of Nineteen Eighty-Four that completes her portrait of a more hopeful Orwell, as well as a reflection on pleasure, beauty, and joy as acts of resistance.