Leonard Cohen, with his abyssal singing and sacrilegious, time-stopped compositions, had to enjoy his success alongside howling coyotes, amphetamine greyhounds and jumping fleas. Let’s say that Malart, the franchise character of Aro Sáinz de la Maza, is the Leonard Cohen of the serial characters of his black and criminal littermates. There are those who adore Leonard Cohen and those who despair of him. Something similar happens with Malart. Go ahead, whoever writes this adores Leonard Cohen, Sáinz de la Maza and Malart.
With this novel delivery, its author closes tetralogy. Crime aboard a yacht off the Barcelona coast. It seems to be a personal and obsessive arrangement of when justice fails without justice. That is to say, that someone has decided to fix what a judge did not want to fix. And everything points to a Malart, absent and wanted by all, which further fuels suspicions about his guilt.
Sáinz de la Maza always gives everything that can be done well when it comes to the trade, and also now. A thoughtful plot that respects the reader in the form of clockwork, solvent characters, dialogues and management of the interest of the story. Malart has always been a problem for his books because his magnetism tends to eat part of them. And faced with this danger, it turns out that Sáinz de la Maza, instead of managing to dissolve Malart, places him at the center of the plot in a brave and risky move from which he emerges alive and kicking, the very crazy one. And it is that of all those from Greenwich Village, only Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen remained because, at their own pace, they continued to make important songs for themselves, regardless of whether they were also for others.
Carles Porta has achieved a massive and enthusiastic audience for local true crime with impeccable quality and solvency. Television product and in book format that exhibits a literary will to do journalism with which to explain some stories and fly over causes and unanswered questions. He has deservedly placed first in the class and has made the rest of the true crime want to live up to him so as not to make a fool of himself. It’s not little.
Second installment of the Trilogy of the swamps starring the inspector and former boxer René Shade. The underlying plot is the fight for territory between mafia gangs, but the important thing is that this novel has what it promises because Woodrell’s novels are like your favorite bar on the night when the expected and the unexpected happen. Funny, violent, well written, a bite on the neck of a stranger who I wish was Dracula.
The lunch and dinner menu at the González house must have had a high content of literary talent because in this, her first novel, the author of Good Times, paying homage to Méndez and her father, the long-awaited González Ledesma, shows us a new author, without manichaeism, humility and talent that tells a story with a surprisingly steady hand and sense of suspense. She goes in and out of the genre, something oxygenating in these times of clichés and returns to comfortable sites of the black novel.
