Cuentos

Cold to live, the Museum of Solitude and Solo de lo perdi (along with his longer story, Dust in the neon) have been, for more than twenty years, the resounding example of a highly personal aesthetic. Not only in formal and stylistic concern, where Castán has clearly shone, but also in thematic and in his way of looking: a life dedicated to narrating loneliness, the fragility of what surrounds us, the wounds of love, and the tireless fight against memory, ghosts and guilt. And the hope. A volume, therefore, special from its own dazzling and explanatory prologue, which allows us to see the evolution of the writer in his writing and in his life. And that achieves the main objective: that their stories, their stories, never stop reading. May they never end.