The Night That Didn't Stop Raining, by Laura Castañón

The night that it didn't stop raining
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Guilt is that gift with which humans leave Paradise. From childhood we learn to be guilty for many things, until we make her an inseparable life partner.

Maybe we should all get a letter like the one you get Valeria santaclara, the protagonist of this book. With enough courage we could read it and try to balance conscience and guilt.

Of course, there are blame and guilt, and ways of assuming blame. Valeria has internalized guilt and remorse for vital conflicts that she wants to bury while trying to recover in order to seek some kind of recomposition.

But the most curious of all is the subjective of guilt, as of any other sensation or perception amassed in the life history of each one. Valeria becomes a mirror of our subjectivities, which, like those other mirrors in the alley of the cat from which Valle Inclán extracted the grotesque, broaden and reduce the reality of what happened.

The circumstances of her past do not help Valeria at all. The image of Gijón where he spent the most important years of his life is an amalgamation of the classism of his family with the misery that spread around and the tense atmosphere by those on one side and those on the other, who fought for power while dragging the town with it.

History of Spain and little family stories. A suggestive contrast between the general and the concrete that gives this novel a sense of fullness, of totality.. As if reading it turned into having lived those years in that Gijón.

The plot advances thanks to the singular knot of that will for reconciliation, that interest in finding hope through a letter, overcoming fears and anguish, conflicts and of course… guilt.

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