Marx, you know, the Karl Marx of communism and stuff, reported to have said that under capitalism the humiliation kilo sold cheap, with the cost of an inter average wage take home, likes it or not, a proportional amount of humiliation or comparable to its own weight, job or mortgage degustation. The dying protagonist of this sensational novel overweight probably in excess of abusing alcohol and those other enemies of the man who named the Catechism of our childhoods: the devil, the world and the flesh (other). One night, what night that night, goes through a sauna, and not to release fat, and perfect surf and lucid state of recklessness to make a brief summary of his life. So far the novel could be an example of cheap neoexistencialismo that crushes us lately the neocostumbrismo fractal. But, fortunately, and suddenly, sudden, and because other (small tribute to Pedro Salinas) "something." A novel in which "something" is now, apparently seen and read what they read, a notable exception, but also that "something happens" is to unravel with great and cruel narrative heard, some of the roots under visible in our silences most mundane and perverse, the exception gives way to the exceptional. And this is the case. (Thank you, Constantine )
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