El puente de los perros suicidas

New Orleans, 2021. John Kennedy Toole wallows in a pile of rubbish. Yes, you guessed it. Louisiana's greatest literary genius has just returned to life in a hostile city that, paradoxically, idolises him. As he tries to come to terms with his new reality and finally savour the literary glory that was only granted to him upon his death, the author of The Conjuring of the Fools enters a literary world devoid of theology and geometry that openly repudiates him. And while he tries to recognise himself amidst the impermutable colour of Mardi Gras or in the aroma of Cajun gastronomy in the French Quarter, the cursed mirror that New Orleans has become spits back at him time and again the reflection of a grotesque and failed Ignatius Reilly. Booksellers, publishers, literary agents and unredeemed fandom mingle in this social satire that sounds like jazz and smells of Santeria and voodoo. A novel that reminds us of the political farce of Evelyn Waugh, the absurd and disoriented characters of P. G. Wodehouse or the absurd tribulations to which Tom Sharpe subjects Wilt.