Yo soy Jesús

For twenty centuries there has been speculation about the dark years of Jesus, those that the Bible does not count, from his adolescence to his thirties. Many times these hypotheses respond to a limited theological perspective: a Jesus embellished by a destiny that we already know, to be the son of God. But what if everything were both more complex and beautiful, more human? What if Jesus' way of the cross, like that of any life gripped by pain, despair and abandonment, had begun much earlier? With a superb, precise and sour prose, and a deeply emotional imagination, Giosuè Calaciura writes the likely novel of the formation of an antihero who is sometimes a beggar who achieves freedom through dispossession, sometimes a buffoon and a cynic, the son abandoned by his father, a Jesus infatuated with love for strong women, for those who are rejected. At times apocryphal gospel, at times mythological legend and fairy tale, the novel presents us with an Unamuno Jesus, Nietzschean, somewhat nihilistic, skeptical, even atheist; a Jesus who doesn't turn the other cheek, who doesn't know how to perform miracles, who doesn't heal wounds and who remembers Telemachus, but also his father, Odysseus, Oedipus and, of course, Pinocchio. As if in a magical and solemn echo, the characters in Yo soy Jesús are both legend and unknown, new and more alive: Mary, the Baptist, Barabbas, Judas, Ana. Indeed, Calaciura works like few others where history and imagination They come together to illuminate a lofty literature that returns the subversive message, and too human, of who, far from being God made man, was a vulnerable man who became God.