An able author choosing poor writing.
"Exposition means facts, the information about setting, biography, and characterisation that the audience needs to know to follow and comprehend the events of the story. Within the first pages of a screenplay a reader can judge the relative skill of the writer simply by noting how he handles exposition. Well done exposition does not guarantee a superb story, but it does tell us that the writer knows the craft." - Robert McKee.
This novel is a barrage of unnecessary expositional facts; names, places, universities, all without given a proper context, described visually, nor described emotionally. Each appearing character is giving a name, and surname, only to disappear and have no weight in the story. All these exercises of memorisation are not then paid by the author, providing an invitation to stop paying attention, skip long descriptive paragraphs, and finally give a headache every time we give an opportunity to memorise again. This book is more alike a Wikipedia article, than a novel. It is simply void of drama, and filled with unnecessary factual descriptions.
Characters are "simply there," and have no conflict, nor reaction to the events. A man goes into intricate plots, which are often interesting, to get a "crucial part of a story" for his book. But in all actuality, he goes far because other characters make him go far, and he has no reactions, and is not confronted either by his wife, his consciousness, nor the government, not even his lack of money. He simply swims through the plot, completely void of life, drama, or conflict. Things "just happen." He could as well have changed the characters for broomsticks and there would have been no difference, only that the book would have then become a successful comedy.
Then there are things that are just surreal, and one has to wonder if they were meant to, or is the author just being lazy. In fact, the author is a good author. You see the spots of "brilliance" at the times when the story is dramatised, conflict occurs, and characters speak their emotions. Even so, most of the time is full of clichés, from stereotyped characters, to all known phrases.
The end is simply non existent. Characters come to no climax, and most things are not resolute. Some plots get to an end, but there are no emotional reactions, no character arcs, and no subtext. There is no drama, no change. This book is closer to having a peak to a writer's design stage, than a finished novel. It is like looking at the bones of a human, and expecting to feel the greatness of a human touch, skin to skin.
As to the Premio Tusquets Editores de Novela (2015), it is now more than clear that it was made as a political statement. This book is a stereotype of its time, a journalistic attempt at being a novel, and dozens of paragraphs that speak the all well known arguments from one side of the story just to satisfy one side of the political party with moral superiority, or well described senses of frustration.
This book also requires you to be incredibly well versed in the times and locations. Unless you are a Venezuelan that has reached an age of reason before 2010, you will not understand a single thing that is going on. Unlike timeless classics like Anna Karenina, this novel is not about the universal emotions, conflicts, and dramas of time immemorial, but, again, a journalistic attempt at being a novel, failing without need. A more than likely prediction is that this book will not be read in thirty years time, besides the academic research to know stereotypes of the time.
The writers shows that he can be a good author. So why is this a bad novel? He was probably too lazy to do anything good with it, or he has probably confessed his guilt among the lines from a character inside the story: an author is pressured both by money, and by the "disgusting," editors that care nothing about the craft of writing. So maybe, this is, in fact, a big middle finger to the editorial world, showing that writers when pressed with "best seller" stereotypes come out with rubbish, nonsensical hundreds of pages. It feels almost like an apology, blaming someone else for his shortcomings. Instead, and unfortunately, this novel ends up as a lost opportunity.