In the novels of louis landero we always find the brightest brilliance of any meticulously constructed character, with the intention of reaching the depths of his being. Each new Landero book is an in-depth presentation of a protagonist who passes by our couch to expose us all that he is. Stories from the inside out, of the insides never manifested by people in the general masquerade and that serve for that empathy of our eccentricities and follies, of our dreams and desires, after all, all of this shared as humans that we are in front of the differences in circumstances that are presented to us.
And in this novel «Fine Rain» Gabriel's circumstances lead us to the familiar, to that strange changing space and reference of our entire life, to the cell of modern society (as described by some philosopher). Gabriel, Aurora, Sonia, Andrea, Horacio orbit around the octogenarian mother who just wanted to see them together. But everyone has their reasons for disappointment, for feelings of guilt, resentment and betrayal.
Undoubtedly, despite the late start of his literary vocation, Landero gathered that accumulation of sensations and perspectives that every good writer needs to become the narrator turned chronicler, capable of synthesizing from the differences of childhood and adulthood that ends up being able to distance to those who previously made up that unbreakable unity.
Aurora is that being of light, capable of empathizing with everyone and, however, unable to find a meeting place between siblings who just wait for any discrepancy to jump to recover old quarrels. Gabriel, who always tried to take the lead, does not give up in his efforts to make a blur to recover the essence of a fraternity full of scenes of discord that will reappear with that first trickle from an increasingly black sky.
Perhaps it is just a matter of forcing a meeting that leads the mother to think that not everything was in vain, that the broken family can open up new horizons when she is not there. But each brother has something very interesting to tell us, as I say, while we listen to them like psychoanalysts, trying to compose a minimally real puzzle from a sum of subjectivities that awaken that feeling that festering can hardly heal like a clean wound. And then the reunion ends up being a new reckoning with an unforeseeable end.
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