What about Boris Izaguirre getting naked in front of the public is not so new. Who else who least remembers him freeing himself from his pants with that point of transgression that this author has always flaunted.
But that of undressing as a metaphor has never been as complete as up to now, with the release of this book with something more than autobiographical overtones.
Because what Boris narrates in this book covers from the origin of his time to the present, strictly chronologically but also emotionally and professionally.
Boris Izaguirre's character itself is made up of that miscellany of the authentic, the shameless, the humorous and the profound when he plays.
In this book we find the reasons for the mixture, for the configuration of the person and the character, which, in such a special way, makes a whole without folds even in the natural contradictions of the human being.
Deep down, Boris knows that he was lucky to be born in the cradle he was born with. More than anything because, compared to what many others might think at the time, his homosexuality came as standard, nothing to do with the obtuse idea that freed parents can lead to a child of minority sexuality (or something like that, God knows what that kind of thinking minds will harbor about nature and the destinies of others ...)
Boris tells us about them, about their parents. Belén, the famous dancer and Rodolfo, filmmaker. Thanks to them, his life is made up of the brightness of celluloid and the spotlights on the stage ... How can he not see the world as that tragicomedy in which living is a role to be interpreted and dignified?
But in the face of the obtuse minds mentioned above, the truth is that especially his mother Belén had to act as that first defensive bulwark against a world determined to point out differences to treat them as odious anomalies in its sickly ideraries.
Beyond his experiences so closely linked to his parents, Boris also tells us about his first steps in everything, in love and sex, with unfortunate memories included; of his stage as editor and of his arrival in Spain; of his splendid time on television while outlining his assault on literature; of many experiences and impressions about that passionate world that Boris harbors in his simple gaze.
An interesting novel, because, as it happens to all of us, our memories are composing that novel of the subjective world in which we live.
You can now buy the novel stormy weather, Boris Izaguirre's new book, here: