Two brothers, a father, a dead mother and a living one, a photo… A couple, a trip and an intermittent character who unknowingly conspires from the shadows. The radical diversity of human relationships and the strange codes that rule the most unpredictable of them all-love. M. Giralt Torrente’s new novel could be summed up this way if it weren’t for the fact that, as it unfolds, the story shoots off in unforeseen directions.

The protagonist, a young architect married to a woman he admires, tells what drove him to his present state of confusion and persistent anxiety where, sure as he is he doesn’t deserve what life has granted him, he fears that one day everything might be snatched from him. Nevertheless, the manner in which he leads us through his memories is never innocent-past and present alternate, involving the reader in a subtle game of revelation and masking, of truth and lies. A magnificent love story, a dazzling inquiry, sometimes tinged with a sobering sadness and other times with irony, which transforms concealment into a modern domestic epic tale of memory and confession.