Los brazos de Venus

Cuando me propongo escribir un relato, no pretendo redactar un fragmento de realidad, porque la realidad es para mí como los bloques de plastilina que utilizan los escolares: un material a partir del cual se pueden modelar otras cosas. En ese sentido, pocas cosas me parecen más interesantes que transformar la rigidez y el determinismo de las vías del tren en el contexto donde reflexionar y transformar nuestras convicciones más arraigadas sobre la realidad. Algo hay, pues, de parábolas metafísicas u ontológicas en estos Relatos pasajeros. Creo, de hecho, que la dinámica de los viajes,...

Una joven escritora de origen vietnamita exiliada en Francia se enfrenta, en un relato desgarrador escrito en primera persona, a un paisaje vital conformado por un amante mediocre al que llama Morgue, un tío demente que le evoca el país perdido de su infancia y, sobre todo, las cartas que le escribe su padre, con el que nunca volverá a encontrarse. El remordimiento, la culpa, la soledad, la imposibilidad de amar, una voluntad de suicidio nunca íntegramente consumada: tal es el fondo de esta intensa narración que habla del desarraigo personal y cultural de un ser humano en busca del...

Born into an aristocratic family fallen on hard times, Sebastian von Eschburg is a lonely, introverted child. Over time, he becomes a famous photographer with an extraordinary perception of color, known for capturing his tempestuous relationship between fiction and reality, truth and illusion.

I was eight years old when my grandfather took me by the hand and did not let go until we found my parents in Athens. Who knows what might have happened if I had stayed in the village. It was 1946. Early spring 1946. The almond trees were blooming side by side and the countryside was in full bloom.' Thus begins the most autobiographical novel by Theodor Kallifatides and one of the most appreciated by its hundreds of thousands of readers. A week before Kallifatides fled the town, a group of fascists with guns in their hands had forced all the people to gather in the cemetery. There they stood, ...

There is no escaping a Reaper. I am an elite assassin, part of a brotherhood that only answers to Death. And when Death says your time is up, I’m coming for you... Serving Death and the Reapers has been my life for centuries. I’ve always put my duty before everything, even my yearning for Death. But now, she’s fading – our foe is bent on destroying her and he will stop at nothing until he does. Death holds the key to our survival. I will do everything in my power to stop her from disappearing. For her, I will ensure we have the best fighting chance. For her...I will cross the divide...