“El espíritu de mis padres sigue subiendo en la lluvia (2011; My Fathers’ Ghost Is Climbing in the Rain, 2013) shows how difficult it was for me to leave behind part of my personal history and that of my country, beginning around 2007. For four years, I was trying to understand what I could do with certain facts and circumstances: the political experience of my parents, the disappearance and murder of many of their friends and comrades, our freedoms compromised and under threat for most of the Dictatorship, the hiding, the fear, and the pretense, the country that resulted from canceling the project of political sovereignty, economic independence, and social justice envisioned by my parents’ generation, the disillusionment and cynicism of my own, the exiles, the escape, the defections, the loyalties. The novel—which some call autofiction, others a nonfiction novel, and some more recently true crime—was published in 2011, even though my impression back then was that the facts gathered there could only be of interest to me and a handful of close friends. No writer is, it seems, a good judge of their work, not even one who, like me, was educated as a literary critic and writes regularly about books.” [Sigue leyendo]
Review: Literature and Arts of the Americas (Estados Unidos), febrero de 2024.