These tales of José Miguel Tomasena tell the grim side of common life, of those crises that come to each of you by opening their eyes in the morning and confronting with himself. Crisis in the couple, in the family, in the neighborhood, in the world and in the writing itself. And also violence, a blind violence that ravages us, sometimes in a bloodthirsty way and others by force of isolation and silence, and that the fragile matter of literature allows us, hardly, to cap.
With frank language, polished to the bone, and a narrative pulse that never trembles, Tomasena offers a collection of rough, scathing stories, from which no one emerges unscathed.