Black corner: Black Vantablack shade

Beyond numbers, lists and marketing, editors, writers and readers prone to genre bibliophagy dream of encountering novels like El senyor de les tenebres.

Oliver Thansan
Oliver Thansan
28 April 2024 Sunday 10:55
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Black corner: Black Vantablack shade

Beyond numbers, lists and marketing, editors, writers and readers prone to genre bibliophagy dream of encountering novels like El senyor de les tenebres. Dubbed one of the greatest North American occult novels of the 20th century, everything here has already happened. Its author has been dead for twenty years and the book was published in 1970. Mere details. Reading this book is like tonsil surgery in which the doctor forgot to give you anesthesia.

Related to greats like Ralph Ellison and with echoes of politically incorrect Frenchmen (Céline, Genet), Bennet created a literary work that remains an irreverent, iconoclastic map that denounces North American society from the decades of 1950 to 1970.

In El senyor de les tenebres he shows us a character, Joe Market, a guy who understands what his place in the world is about if you are black, poor and your father is a fool who sets up a religion so that you can be the Redeemer. All this in the United States where assassination was almost an Olympic sport. Bennet writes in a tone of grace and with as much toughness as he can, going from satire to criticism, from porn to pulp in a story that reverberates

Jesus Christ, Vietnam, violence and eternal flight, because it depends on where you were born and how much money you have, wherever you are you are always South of where you should be.

Until now, trained in true crime, journalist Manuel Marlasca breaks out with this novel about police officers, with police officers and almost for police officers. It exudes verisimilitude, narrative tension and few authorial pretensions. He makes responsibility with what he knows and tells, a key with which he closes the lock of fiction. Great debut.

Another retro atrocity on our news table. Can we escape the sins of our fathers? I'm afraid not. Masculinity on alert, twilight western, fatherhood, violence and so existentialist that it can only distill noir genre.

Debut of Costa Rican Andrea Aguilar-Calderón. A manuscript seems to shed light on a series of murders, whose corpses helped compose surrealist paintings. Police officer with incorporated agent: Ana María González Fo.