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Santa Muerte, protegeme...
Austin, Texas. Tu t'appelles Fernando, et tu es mexicain. Immigré clandestin. Profession ? Dealer. Un beau jour... Non, oublie " beau ". Un jour, donc, tu es enlevé par les membres d'un gang méchamment tatoués qui ont aussi capturé ton pote Nestor. Pas ton meilleur souvenir, ça : tu dois les regarder le torturer et lui trancher la tête. Le message est clair : ici, c'est chez eux.
Fernando croit en Dieu, et en plein d'autres trucs. Fernando jure en espagnol, et hésite à affronter seul ses ennemis. Mais avec l'aide d'une prêtresse de la Santería, d'un Portoricain cinglé et d'un tueur à gages russe, là oui, il est prêt à déchaîner l'enfer !
Écartelé entre deux pays, deux cultures, deux traditions, Fernando est un antihéros des temps modernes. Quand toutes les frontières se brouillent, seul un nouveau genre littéraire peut dessiner le paysage. Gabino Iglesias invente donc ici le barrio noir. Il y conjugue à merveille douleur et violence de l'exil, réalisme social et mysticisme survolté, mélancolie et humour dévastateur.
Kindle Edition
First published October 15, 2015
Her smile had all the power of the sun but didn't blind me. Instead, I wanted to look at it forever, to stay there and just look at her glorious face until everything around us turned to dust except our bodies.But this is a difficult one to review. I also find it difficult to summarize it without spoiling the experience for others. It's one of those books that feels like it truly deserves a second read to fully process. From page 1, Iglesias hit me hard, and then the book was over before I even grasped what I read. The book is engrossing though, and mixes a somber tone and moments of quiet contemplation with moments of savage, visceral violence. There's even a hint of the fantastic, what I'll call magical noirism! Not only is about a quarter of it told in untranslated Spanish, but there is also untranslated Russian and Yoruba. As I said, there's a lot going on in this one! Many might find it a difficult read, but it's definitely rewarding. Give it a look, I'll wager you've probably not read anything quite like it...
The thing about life is that time gets between facts and memories and as memories turn into what they are, facts start sliding back, moving into a space full of images from películas and skeletons from bad dreams and imagined monstruos and stuff that someone told you.