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El Corredor O Las Almas Que Lleva El Diablo / The Racer or the Bats Out of Hell
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"Not so much the characters, but the cars, the engines, and the shattering sounds from terrible crashes are the protagonists of this novel about rhythm and speed. In The Racer, Alejandro Vzquez Ortiz encapsulates, with great accuracy, his literary obsessions, the ones that undoubtedly link him to the riskiest, most singular Mexican narrative of today." --Emiliano Monge "The Racer is a howl of metal and literature with the primordial virtue of taking the reader to a paroxysm, to that exaltation proper of dervishes and drivers whose bolides foresee, in a fraction of a second, the wall they will slam into, the fire where enraged gears and angles will tear them apart. Alejandro Vzquez Ortiz has managed to write a chromed narrative mechanism with several layers of paint, where violence and desperation live, where vertigo and emptiness are they only certainties. Burned oil, endless highways that glow in the desert as red-hot pistons, a gravel and concrete embankment inhabited by automobiles, blood, and pain. This novel is not foreign to fetichism, nor to us, humans on the edge of everything. And this is what makes it memorable." --Ramn Lpez Castro
"Not so much the characters, but the cars, the engines, and the shattering sounds from terrible crashes are the protagonists of this novel about rhythm and speed. In The Racer, Alejandro Vzquez Ortiz encapsulates, with great accuracy, his literary obsessions, the ones that undoubtedly link him to the riskiest, most singular Mexican narrative of today." --Emiliano Monge "The Racer is a howl of metal and literature with the primordial virtue of taking the reader to a paroxysm, to that exaltation proper of dervishes and drivers whose bolides foresee, in a fraction of a second, the wall they will slam into, the fire where enraged gears and angles will tear them apart. Alejandro Vzquez Ortiz has managed to write a chromed narrative mechanism with several layers of paint, where violence and desperation live, where vertigo and emptiness are they only certainties. Burned oil, endless highways that glow in the desert as red-hot pistons, a gravel and concrete embankment inhabited by automobiles, blood, and pain. This novel is not foreign to fetichism, nor to us, humans on the edge of everything. And this is what makes it memorable." --Ramn Lpez Castro
Paperback
$21.95