Status Updates From El ala izquierda (Cegador, #1)

“With tears in my eyes I remember thirty years. I am not in my right mind. A loneliness murmurs in my ears, desperate and soothing at the same time…”
The incredible story continues.

“The past is everything, the future nothing, and time has no other meaning. We live on a piece of plaque in the multiple sclerosis of the universe.”
Surreal and bizarre in equal measure, this intense novel plays havoc with the imagination. An overwhelming sense of the fantastic.

This one is a huge beast of a novel, and yet only the first part of a trilogy, of which only The Left Wing has thus been translated. It’s quite a challenging read so far, but that’s ok.

Only on the first chapter and already I’m checking the dictionary. This writer is addictive. Shame that only a few of his novels have been translated thus far.

let’s fucking go

esto me va a llevar su tiempo