The most curious thing about this novel is how the author presents us with the most atrocious as a natural consequence, a chain of circumstances and events capable of synthesizing madness to extirpate the love that leads to pain.
Well, I don't explain myself well or anything when I want to, right? 😛
What I am trying to say is that the well-known opening image of this novel, in which a naked man walks down the street with a woman's head in his hand, finds in the development of the plot a kind of vital, existential foundation.
The macabre and monstrous of the case acquire at times an unsettling closeness in this book The day that sanity was lost.
And it is that while you read you empathize with the madness. As psychiatrist Jenkins and Inspector Hydens delve into the case of the deranged murderer, you discover how far science can be from truth, and how far humans move when trying to deduce through reason.
Jenkins, Hydens and you as a reader will undertake a dark introspective journey through a mirror trap that tries to involve you in the case so that you feel anxiety and doubts, so that you cannot escape from its pages until everything is well closed.
An intriguing and fast-paced thriller built insanely well. A novel that emerged from self-publication and has now become a singular and remarkable work of all Spanish black literature.
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