In thinking about this title, Luis Zavaleta, Colombian writer, has left me thinking a bit on the possible death of the whales. On a beach of an island paradise, one morning, guests of a five star hotel discovered that more than twenty whales have ran aground. Alibérico rush but soon realize that it is impossible. Their strengths are few but their intentions are as monumental as cetaceans. However, all this leads to a profound reflection on suicide (which a character was thinking about exercise, go, your right) and the strange but always related to all that is dying at our side every day and those who did not pay any attention. This novel is a dialogue with all that. In the end, one by one, the cetaceans are dying in a prolonged and exhaustive race to death. The character, a man of forty-five, divorced, childless, with a theater career destroyed because of plagiarism, is confronted with the whales, with death and how almost everything we do is really agonizing over sand. Ah, very good novel.
Publisher: Bonanza
Country: Colombia.
pp. 143
