Hombres que caminan solos

If it is true that stories save us, this is the story of someone who was saved by telling it. It is the story of a depression, of a sudden emptiness in the life of a man who, under the author's gaze, becomes a luminous background to talk about what is important, about everything that is felt and is not said. This journey into the depths of a disease that is still mentioned in a low voice tells us about a father, a son and all those around them. He tells us of a transatlantic crush, of a mysterious woman who hush her pain, of early mornings in Buenos Aires and days driving on secondary Spanish roads, of a desert funeral in Cádiz or of a hallucinogenic flight from the Amazon jungle to the blast furnaces of Vizcaya . He tells us about the deceased mother who has never left and the father who is always there, about the fragility of masculinity, his traps and his masks. After ama and with his second novel, Carnero confirms himself as an author capable of building his own universe by mixing memory and fiction, approaching men who are alone in hospitals and at wakes, in roadside bars and in designer attics; men who want to ask for help but don't know how.