He adapted Julio Cortazar's short story, The Night Face Up.
It's Magical Realism: The Night Face Up
You call this short story from Julio Cortázar Magical Realism, presumably because your instructor/professor has taught it as such, but everything I have read and studied, including under well known professors at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee´s Department of Spanish and Portuguese, are adamant that "The Night Face Up" is Fantastic. Do some research on Fantastic and Magical Realism works and theories as well as on Julio Cortázar, and you´ll find that he clearly writes about the Fantastic.
“The Night Face Up” is one of Julio Cortazar’s better readings
This isn't exactly reading notes, but rather Chapter 91 of my book ms. Living Invention, or, The Way of Julio Cortazar. But it does offer my brief reading of "The Night Face Up"
The Night Face Up - Cabrillo College PDF View and Downloadable. pdf file about pdf selected and prepared for you by browsing on search engines. All rights of this The Night Face Up - Cabrillo College file is reserved to who prepared it.The slippage between center and periphery informs Julio Cortázar's short story "La noche boca arriba," translated as "The Night Face up" (1985: 66-76). My reading of the story as an allegory - while keeping in mind that every reading act is in itself already allegorical - focuses on the unnerving oscillation between the here and the there. "The Night Face Up" allegorizes the tension between the hegemonic space and that of Ancient Aztec civilization, in its evocation of the war of the blossom, a ritual war in which prisoners were ritually sacrificed. The story begins with a motorcyclist euphorically 'zipping' through the streets of downtown Paris, only to crash while trying to avoid a woman crossing the street. An ambulance takes him and once in the hospital, he starts to hallucinate, dreaming that he is being chased in the jungle. Only in waking moments can he bring himself back to the present reality of the accident and the Paris hospital. Slipping in and out of consciousness, he goes back and forth into the dream, and exhausted from running he is finally captured and taken to an Aztec altar to be offered to the gods. The Aztec dream in the end usurps the narrative and assumes the status of waking reality - the motorcycle accident has become "the infinite lie," in which he rides "an enormous metal insect that whirred between his legs," while Paris has become "an astonishing city, with green and red lights that burned without fire or smoke" (76). While being tied down face up just before the sacrifice, the 'reality' of the present and the motorcycle accident are but a dim afterthought.