Una casa para siempre
A House For Ever | Anagrama, 1988 / Compactos, 2002
But readers should not expect to find an explicit confession of the crime in Una casa para siempre, which is a book of the ventriloquistâ€™s memoirs, and nor should they look for the faithful transcript of his escape â€“ a repulsive flight that is dressed up by the narrator as being cultured, beautiful and literary.
But there is no cause for alarm. All books of memoirs hold something or another back. And Una casa para siempre can also be read as a novel in which, if the crucial episodes are hidden, others that are no less important are formed, by means of a piercing and unsteady plot, the peculiar life-path of the narrator. We are looking at the story of a ventriloquist who overcomes the serious problem that is, in his trade, to have a single, unique voice, which then disintegrates into as many voices as the portraits or landscapes that contain his memoirs, and finally ends up rediscovering his own voice in a distant land.
And where else than in Arabia Felix â€“ the land of the thousand and one nights. There, now an oral narrator who tries in vain to wave goodbye to writing, he will feel trapped forever in the fictional house that is, at the same time, the scene of the crime, or rather, the place of the word.