La sombra del caminante

Havana, nineties, a murder, a flight: a novel about punishment and guilt, about evil and the impossibility of narrating it. The sun can make someone lose their head in a shooting range. Only the sun? Also the past and fear, reality and what he has never dared to tell. What can be said about the evil that is saved from the anecdote, from a reality that converts it or consumes it in a trivial routine? How can we tell it without reducing it to a story, to an implausible testimony? The narrative efficiency and the excellence of writing converge here to preserve the abyss, narrate it with all the details and words, without omitting any of its registers, none of its shadows.