How can one write a prologue to a book that seems more like an epilogue than an epitaph or an elegy? At first glance, at least, a text like Sublunar. Between Kirchnerism and the Revolution could be mistaken for one of those forms of a dirge. But as soon as we delve into its pages, we see that its rhythm is different: faced with the recrimination, repeated ad nauseam since the fateful election days of 2015, of "having remained in the past," Javier Trímboli doubles down on his response and looks even further back. No to the epic, luminous past written throughout the Kirchnerist decade by those names that gradually became bastions of the new national sanctuary: La Cámpora, La Vallese, La Jauretche, La Dorrego, La Juana Azurduy… No. It summons us to that other, more opaque past, more one of chiaroscuro, that lay, in Argentina, between the elections of 1983 and those of 2003 (preceded by t...read more
