La novel·la de Sant Jordi

Italy / Marcos y Marcos

«Reading this thriller I run into the purest form of perfidy and right there and then I bind my life as a reader to Marius Serra forever. The novel is a true moral killing spree, cheerful and shamelessly contemptuous. Serra, with his easygoing style, manages to make us laugh sinking a very sharp scalpel between the shoulder blades of the publishing world, reducing authors, literary agents and anyone within reach to bloody strips. In short, a fun, intelligent, perfidious yet blatantly frank novel, innovative in style and texture. The emperor is naked: finally!» Barbara Monteverdi, La Bottega del Giallo

“The novel is is a satire of the literary world, including publishing houses, bookstores and media that surround the Book Day celebration. It is also a defence of literature as a game, an advocacy for a personal territory where ingenuity, mental agility, imagination and unpredictability defeat everything that is sticky, programmed and expected.” Julià Guillamon, La Vanguardia

«For Màrius Serra, literature is a game, and each book is approached as an exercise in reinvention. [...] The writer has set out to make his first foray into the noir genre, mixing metaliterary references with a sense of humor that, although is not destructive,  sets up a rather devastating panorama of the literary world.» Jordi Nopca, Ara

“The Bookday’s Bestseller invites to a vertiginous reading thanks to Serra’s ability to dominate narrative rhythm." Ponç Puigdevall, El País

Biting, dark, caustic and irreverent, this thriller is a skilful, irony-laden depiction of the inner workings of the literary sphere.

Joyful, vibrant, celebratory … at least that’s how the Day of Sant Jordi appears to readers. However, a series of crimes as abominable as they are real bathe the book stands of Barcelona in blood over the course of the Book Day celebrations. One by one, the most celebrated authors start dropping like flies and topple the very foundations on which the publishing industry stands: ego, vanity, vengeance, ambition… The accusing finger of blame points insistently at Màrius Serra and his game-devising friend Oriol Comas i Coma. But nothing in this story will be left to fate…