Librería Samer Atenea
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Librería Kolima (Madrid)
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The silhouettes are trying to put together an image of the world they live in; they are writers, journalists, reporters (but also mercenaries, even spies if necessary) and what they find is not too encouraging to them. To them only? Well, we get to see them after their last moral objections are water under the bridge and the process of 'fitting in' is under way. Their 'project' is smuggling people and narcotics from South America into the States using an old plane they’re rebuilding for that purpose. We get to watch how the venture takes off the ground, how they get rich . Is that, though, what the book is all about? The above sketch is a pretext rather, a canvas to reflect, to go deeper than just skin deep, about and into our world. Who are we? Not the people in the book, but WE, the readers (as well as non-readers). Who are the people representing us we call politicians. What is the whole system - not just of one single country but of that strange conglomerate we call 'modern world'. And what is art? How does a human being, any human being endowed with the ability to reflect and to express his pain, do just that - express it.? The author takes us here on a literary journey as well. We’ll find, smiling, echoes, not too numerous though, from John Dos Passos, Faulkner, T.S. Eliot and others, certainly not only as author’s homage to them, but most of all as his statement that they live although physically dead for so many years - that there wasn’t just one ’lost generation.'
