The Dreamseller: The Calling
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Authors: Augusto Cury
Tags: #Fiction, #Philosophy, #General, #Psychological Fiction, #Psychological, #Religious, #Existentialism, #Self-realization, #Visionary & Metaphysical, #Movements
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2008 by Augusto Cury
English translation copyright © 2011 by Simon & Schuster, Inc.
Translated by Clifford E. Landers. Translation edited by Carlos Frías.
Originally published in Brazil in 2008 by Editoria Academia de Inteligência as
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Vendedor de Sonhos.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Cury, Augusto.
[Vendedor de sonhos. English]
The dreamseller : the calling : a novel / Augusto Cury. — 1st Atria Books hardcover ed.
p. cm.
“Originally published in Brazil in 2008 by Editoria Academia de Inteligência as O vendedor de sonhos.”
“Translated by Clifford E. Landers”—T.p. verso.
1. Psychological fiction. 2. Self-realization—Fiction. 3. Existentialism—Fiction.
I. Landers, Clifford E. II. Title.
PQ9698.413.U586V4613 2011
869.3’5—dc22 2010035520
ISBN 978-1-4391-9572-7
ISBN 978-1-4391-9604-5 (ebook)
I dedicate this novel to the readers in every country where my books have been published. Especially to those who in one way or another sell dreams through their intelligence, critical approach, sensibility, generosity and kindness. Dreamsellers are often outsiders in the social nest. They are abnormal. For what is normal is to wallow in the mud of individuality, egocentrism and personalism. Their legacy will be unforgettable.
Shaking the Foundation of Faith
The Most Lucid Place in Society
Looking for Life Among the Dead
Living Longer in a Shorter Time
Calling a Model and a Revolutionary
The Butterflies and the Cocoon
Midnight in the Garden of Broken Dreams
T
HIS IS MY FOURTH WORK OF FICTION AND MY TWENTY-SECOND
book. My novels do not have as their goal plots that merely entertain, amuse or arouse emotion. They all involve theses, whether psychological, psychiatric, sociological or philosophical. Their intent is to foment debate, to journey into the world of ideas and go beyond the borders of prejudice.
I have been writing continuously for over twenty-five years and publishing for slightly over eight years. Perhaps it is because of the voyages into the territory of the unfathomable world of the human mind. Sincerely, I do not merit this success. I am not an author who can produce texts easily. Striving to be an artisan of words, I continually write and rewrite every paragraph, day and night, as if I were a compulsive sculptor. You will find in this novel thoughts that were sculpted after having been rewritten ten or twenty times in my mind.
Some books come from the core of the intellect; others come from the viscera of emotion.
The Dreamseller
came from the depths of both. While writing it, I was bombarded with countless questions, I smiled a lot, and at the same time reconsidered our follies, or at least my own. This novel journeys through the realms of drama and satire, through the tragedy of those who
have experienced loss and the ingenuousness of those who treat existence like a circus.
The main character is endowed with unprecedented daring. Nothing or no one succeeds in controlling his acts and his words, except his own conscience. He shouts to the four winds that modern society has become a vast global madhouse in which it is normal to be anxious and stressed, and abnormal to be healthy, at peace, serene. With his Socratic method he challenges the thoughts of all who meet him. He bombards his listeners with countless questions.
My dream is that this book will be read not only by adults but by young people as well, many of whom are becoming passive servants to the social system. Unenraptured by dreams and adventures, they have become, despite some exceptions, consumers of products and services, not of ideas. Nevertheless, consciously or unconsciously, they all want a life peppered with effervescent emotions, even as babies when they risk leaving the crib. But where in society can such emotions be found in abundance? Some pay large amounts of money to achieve them and yet live in anguish. Others desperately seek fame and renown but die in boredom. The characters in this novel reject the crushing social routine, yet experience high doses of adrenaline daily. Still, the “business” of selling dreams comes with a high price. That is why risks and windstorms are their companions.
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N THAT MOST INSPIRING OF DAYS, A FRIDAY, AT FIVE PM
, people usually in a hurry stopped and congregated at a downtown intersection of the great city. They stared upward, frozen at a corner of the Avenue of the Americas. A fire truck’s ear-splitting siren announced danger. An ambulance attempted to break through the jammed traffic to reach the building.
Firemen arrived quickly and cordoned off the area, keeping any onlookers from approaching the imposing San Pablo Building, which belonged to the Megasoft Group, one of the largest companies in the world. Curious pedestrians lined the streets and soon the area was buzzing with questions:
What’s going on? Why all the commotion?
Others simply pointed upward. On the twentieth floor, on the ledge of the stunning mirrored-glass building, stood a man ready to jump.
