1980

1980 is the story of a family like all, or almost all: moron. That is, normal. There is no sexual abuse or beatings here. There are powerful women, perhaps too much, and there are dead men, or absent. There is a progressive mother in Madrid at the end of the seventies, who listens to María Jiménez and plays with the possibility of running over Manuel Fraga, who is suddenly a widow and discovers freedom, but has to raise her three children. There is also a brutal grandmother who takes care of these children and always boasts of having shrouded her brother at only sixteen years old. And there is an elegant Catalan bourgeois. It appears one afternoon or one night in 1980, with its shadows and its secrets in tow, and it will end up changing everyone's life. In a very special way, that of the narrator, a cowardly and angry child. Many years later, he will be the one to write, at times from tenderness and at times from violence, this novel, which aspires to be a declaration of filial love and a settling of accounts, also a reflection on the family and on the weight that it childhood has in the rest of our lives.