El corredor

The corridor is a scream of metal and literature whose primary virtue is to take the reader to a paroxysm, to that exaltation typical of dervishes and pilots whose racing cars are envisioning, in fractions of a second, the wall where they will crash, the fire where they will be Torn by raging gears and angles. Alejandro Vázquez Ortiz has managed to write a chrome narrative mechanism, with several layers of paint, where violence and despair coexist, where vertigo and emptiness are the only certainties. Burning oil, endless highways that shine in the desert like red-hot pistons, an embankment of gravel and concrete inhabited by cars, blood and pain. This novel is not alien to a fetishism, it is not alien to us, humans on the edge of everything. And that's what makes it memorable.