I'm flabbergasted. The first 50-60 pages or so are narratively a disaster and I kept wondering why they weren't cut. Once w're finally introduced to the (more or less) protagonist, Diego, I finally got into the swing of things. The relationship with his disappeared friends, the survivor's guilt, and all the grief associated with remembering the past, was the strongest part of this book. It got even more interesting with the introduction of the detective, and the various ways their pasts intersected, and how they were going to try and get deaths accounted for.
And then it just... doesn't? The book falls off a cliff? All the storylines, characters, whatever, get pushed aside for some of the stupidest shit I've had to read. I could go on for paragraphs at how despicably this author wrote about each female character and what he did with their arcs. There is a certain section around the 400 page mark where it felt like the author had accidentally published a first draft in which there were just pages and pages of dialogue to fill space. The momentum the first half builds is absolutely butchered in one page and then it comes back for sentimentality purposes in the last tenth of the book. It made this book so not worth reading.
Learned a little bit about the ETA, Basque Country, and this is my first time reading Basque in translation, so if nothing else, shoutout to Archipelago Books for their mission in publishing works in translation. Alas, this is pretty garbage. Generously giving the 3 star rating, but more of a 2.5