Yesterday is not, strictly speaking, an exercise in stream of consciousness, though Emar wrings his hands as much as Joyce or Woolf over the mind's inner-workings. Emar crams this particular day-in-the-life with spectacles, multicourse meals, visits to friends and family, and philosophical daydreams. The mind is at its most receptive, its most imaginative, he suggests, when at leisure... Emar reminds us that neither in books nor in life do we ever have direct access to reality, but that this can serve as a liberating restraint, an invitation to create.--William Repass "Full Stop"
Pablo Neruda...called him "our Kafka" and wrote, "My comrade Juan Emar will now get what here we are not stingy with: posthumous respect." His prediction seems to have been made a few decades early, but, well, better late acclaim than never. Yesterday is a weird and charming little book, less a predictor of the magical realism to come than a sui generis detour.--Hanson O'haver "The Nation"
The forerunner of them all.--Pablo Neruda
Juan Emar, the Chilean writer who bears a marked resemblance to the monument to the unknown soldier.--Roberto Bolaño
Emar has no precedents, and no equals.--César Aira
Juan Emar, ahead of his time, was no doubt writing for readers of the future, and it's as arrogant as it is exciting to suppose that those readers of the future are us.--Alejandro Zambra
And there you had the madman Juan Emar writing the real Chilean prose. We have to start with him, even if nobody has read him.--Alejandro Jodorowsky
Juan Emar (the pen name of Chilean art critic Álvaro Yánez Bianchi, 1893-1964) makes his English-language debut with a lucid and absurdist story of a single day....An introduction by Alejandro Zambra notes how Emar's interest in the European avant-garde contrasted with Latin American literature's prevailing realism, thus accounting for his lack of recognition. (Emar also posthumously published a massive Proustian novel called Umbral, which is still only available in Spanish.) This arresting story is a great place to start, and it will leave readers wanting to see more of the author's odd obsessions.-- "Publishers Weekly"
The ambitious balance of playfulness and contemplation, of idea and action, race cross each page of this marvelously strange yet highly accessible novel.--Mark Haber "Southwest Review"
As Emar's first substantial introduction to the American reading public--fifty-eight years after his death--Megan McDowell's translation pays deft tribute to the levity, complexity, and despair of Emar's prose, while maintaining the intellectual fortitude of a text that asks us to reconsider fundamental conceptions of identity that undergird both the popular novel and, by extension, our understanding of ourselves.--James McGowan "Columbia Journal"
Yesterday--in the original, and in Megan McDowell's witty, formal translation--is one of the sweetest, funniest novels around. It's a portrait of a happy marriage; a bizarre daylong picaresque; and a story that resists all logical comprehension.-- "NPR"