Carver y el metro de Berlín

There is in the stories of this book a melancholy that is breathed in each scene. A clean melancholy, which comes to us with phrases like the smell of bread from my land, with the longing for exile, with that flavor of anise donuts, with the tenderness and sometimes sadness with which memories come to us. A comforting melancholy at times, that of adolescence and childhood, that of youthful friendships and first loves. And also the one that comes with nostalgia for the past, for the house where we grew up, for the parents now older, for time passing. Parades has always shown a special interest in the world of women, delving into her sensitivity, her perception of reality and affections, her daily commitment to life. And all of that also appears in this book, this book whose literature is nourished precisely by that, by everyday life, full of details, images, flashes in the mist of days that manage to carve a hole in the reader's memory.