I recently reviewed the novel God does not live in Havanaby Yasmina Khadra. Today I bring to this space a book that bears certain analogies with the one already referenced, at least in terms of the subjective prism of the scene. Leonard Padura it also offers us a different vision of the Cuban capital. Through his character Mario Conde (any resemblance to Spanish reality is pure coincidence), we travel through Havana in shadows amid so much Caribbean light.
However the background of the stories vary considerably. In this case we move in a plot of black genre, with that natural contrast of the paradisiacal location. And yet the whole story moves exceptionally well between the Cuban son and the cantinas. In every city there is always an underworld that moves between the deepest gears of the city itself.
Mario Conde will move through that underworld, in search of a stolen medieval work of art. But events are rushing synesthetically around him ...
At the same time that we are trying to discover what happens around that stolen black virgin, we are introducing ourselves in the events of the size itself. How did it get from Spain to Cuba? Among the black weave an interesting adventure narrative opens up to us with the historical touch of the Spanish Civil War, of the exiles, and of a long time ago, of so many years, centuries, in which the carving went through all kinds of circumstances…
Thus, when reading this book, we doubly enjoy those ramifications that are linked with mastery, as if the present and the past were the present and past reflections of the same world, contemplated from its inert existence by the black virgin.
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