With the peculiar style that characterizes him, the corrosive humor of which he has made his personal stamp, and rehearsing new records, Carlos Velázquez engenders his fourth book of stories. A ruthless look that is enriched by the narrative maturity, product of the most twisted obsessions.

Barbie Moreno is a girl from the climate who "had promised herself that she would never dance again in a chiquichor forty degrees outside a beer tank for a ball of macuarros." After being removed from his post, he will undertake an investigation to unmask the sports czar in Multimiedos, Gómez Yonque, whose dark clan traffics in clandestine material transported in unicel ice chests.

The anxieties of the Barbie transport us - like the rest of the stories in this volume - to a spiral of events that reflect the abyss that stands in an insurmountable way between reality and longing. Despair, that food of spite, is one of the driving threads of La efeba salvaje.

In the six stories that make up the book, betrayal is revealed as one of the evils that govern our time. A man addicted to cocaine and gambling finds consolation in a blond and decadent heiress; Stormtrooper, nickname with which Carmela has baptized her first son, becomes the fierce version of Rober's worst nightmares; Alberto has attracted the core of his life to a three-meter shadow that appears at night before the desperate gaze of his fiancée Aida; the fat Tony (better known as Porcel) finds in the amorous misadventure the only effective antidote against the galloping count of his triglycerides; to get out of the depression that has caused his daughter, Ed resorts to the dark tricks of the Indian Mr. Mojo Risin, resuscitator of horses.

The wild ephebe underpins the trajectory of Carlos Velázquez as one of the most acute, talented and original prose writers of today. The rhythm and language of his stories have achieved in a short time the difficult task of carving a voice that can only be referenced by itself.