Sitting in an armchair in the second row of the theater of Fine Arts during the presentation of the Ariel awards, the narrator of Ceremonia expects: Gasoline, film based on his first novel, has been adapted to the cinema and, after a rather moderate success , is nominated in a couple of categories. And although the final result of the film is not to the liking of its author - along the way the story underwent changes, lost its essence and resulted in a reprinted inflated to square with the film, follows the nervous award for hearing his name. This point of departure is the pretext for Daniel Espartaco Sánchez to make a hilarious story in which bourgeois activism parades, the adventures of a writer without more pretension than drinking direct milk from the boat, the publishing world, the decadent health services in the country and, of course, the Mexican cinema: things that, as a whole...read more