Yo nací contenta en Oraibi

I was born happy in Oraibi tells the story of a young indigenous woman from Arizona and, through her, that of the Hopi people: men and women who for centuries have inhabited, in conditions of extreme poverty, an arid and apparently barren plateau from which They have made a home that they would not trade for any other. This is, therefore, a learning novel, but very different from the Bildungsroman that you already know, from El lazarillo de Tormes to The Catcher in the Rye. There is a young woman, there is a search and there is a world, at the antipodes of ours, that reveals its devastating beauty, its unusual cosmogony and extraordinary beliefs that bring together life with death, light with night and spirits with animals. and human beings. It is perhaps the most precise, subtle and authentic story you have ever read about absence and lack, about that good life founded on little more than nothing. Perhaps that makes it so universal and necessary. It is simple and bright, magical as a story, profound as the anthropological knowledge that inspires it. An authentic Hopi novel from which we emerge with a strange and wonderful feeling: renewed and stronger, as if we had just attended a purification rite.