En el cuarto oscuro (Spanish Edition) - Softcover

En verano de 2004, Susan Faludi fue a Hungria para visitar a su padre, con el que no tenia ningun trato desde hacia muchos anos. Cuando llego al aeropuerto de Budapest se llevo una sorpresa: su padre era una mujer. A sus setenta y tantos anos, Steven Faludi, ahora Stefanie Faludi, habia ido a un hospital de Tailandia y habia cambiado de sexo. Pero no se trataba del unico cambio que se habia producido en su vida. Personaje enormemente complejo y poliedrico, estaba acostumbrado a los disfraces y a cambiar de nombre. Habia sido rico y pobre, era judio y se habia hecho pasar por cristiano, habia sido varon y ahora era mujer, y cuando reconocio que era judio, empezo a votar a partidos antisemitas. Susan se decide a investigar su vida, a pesar de la oposicion del padre, que solo poco a poco ira revelando sus asombrosos secretos. / When feminist writer Susan Faludi learned that her seventy-six-year-old fatherlong estranged and living in Hungaryhad undergone sex reassignment surgery, the revelation would launch her on an extraordinary inquiry into the meaning of identity in the modern world and in her own haunted family saga. How was this new parent who identified as a complete woman now connected to the silent, explosive, and ultimately violent father she had known, the photographer whod built his career on the alteration of images? Faludi chases that mystery into the recesses of her suburban childhood and her fathers many previous incarnations: American dad, Alpine mountaineer, swashbuckling adventurer in the Amazon outback, Jewish fugitive in Holocaust Budapest. When the author travels to Hungary to reunite with her father, she drops into a labyrinth of dark histories and dangerous politics in a country hell-bent on repressing its past and constructing a fancifuland virulentnationhood. Faludis struggle to come to grips with her fathers metamorphosis takes her across bordershistorical, political, religious, sexualto bring her face to face with the question of the age: Is identity something you choose, or is it the very thing you cant escape?