"The Cigar Roller," by Pablo Medina, is the story of Amadeo Terra, a former Cigar roller trapped in a dying body after a stroke. Unable to communicate or move or control his functions, he remains aware of everything around him and reflects on a past for which there will never be absolution.
It is written in lush, literary prose, and I was able to get lost in the language. So, a credit to Medina for that! Had he written a phone directory in such a manner, I'd have read it from cover to cover.
Yet, I found myself drifting and often bored. Terra's life, told in flashback, simply wasn't very engaging. He had an affair, but nothing particularly interesting happened. His wife found out and there was an altercation, but it wasn't particularly fascinating. My coworker had a more interesting tryst. Terra's life as a quadriplegic is often more gripping than his life in flashback.
Books about ordinary characters work for me when little things happen that seem enormous in the context of their ordinary worlds. I never particularly felt a high degree of awe or conflict, external or internal, in flashback.
So, it's a beautifully-told story of a rather ordinary, unlikable man with huge appetites but who is, at the end of the day, workaday and dull. The characters that surround Terra are a bit more interesting. I would love Medina to write a book about Sor Diminuta, a nun who bathes him.
Even if this isn't a favorite, I would be happy to read more from Medina. I wasn't ensorcelled by this particular story, but I'm happy to have discovered him as an author.