Infancia & juventud

This is how it begins: "As a child I knew the smell of death." And thus (logically) it ends: "To be continued...". In the middle, four hundred pages of memoirs whose frontal labeling should warn: high in emotion, very sharp in pop culture, refined, bestial, loving, explicit. Fito Páez spent the pandemic confinement remembering and writing, reviewing and polishing episodes, settling scores and messing up everything else, in an exercise of introspection to which the word "prodigious" remains painted. From Rosario's childhood narrated in a virtuoso tracking shot to the heyday of his youth with the madness of Love After Love, the journey is, like the best roads, long and winding. Countless settings, names, places, anecdotes, tributes, trips, drunkenness... and tragedy and love setting the pace of a story that seems like a rhapsody: a sum of parts that makes this memoir a perfect long song.