El Hombre Que Inventó Manhattan by Ray Loriga

Taking a breather from philosophy, I purchased "El Hombre Que Inventó Manhattan" by Ray Loriga. From what I've gathered he is a novelist, scriptwriter and movie director from Spain. I was completely unfamiliar with him and his work but I purchased it anyway, I enjoy taking risks with unfamiliar writers. So far, it's been amazing. It's a collection of short stories that at first seem independent of each other but as one progresses with one after the other each piece of the puzzle begins to fall into place with the next and so on. It is obvious that they are all interconnected. Which leads me to the hypothesis that that is the writer's intentions in this collection of stories which have as the center the City of New York. He weaves the stories, full of a wide diversity of characters, all interconnected by the fact that in totality they form the tapestry that is said city. There are elements of the morbid, the sick, a bit of perversion, sex, lies, yet there is a string of the enchanting in it all. As of today, I am in the sixth story, stopped in my tracks by a pair of wonderful sentences that commence the story, which is called "Peces Voladores", that left me pensive. With that I conclude this post.

"Para Andreas, lo más parecido a la felicidad era el ritmo constante de las obligaciones ineludibles que le sujetaban al momento presente como los alfileres sujetan las mariposas enmarcadas. Sin embargo, por mucho que uno lo deteste, a veces no queda más remedio que pensar en las cosas que uno no quiere pensar, especialmente en los días de lluvia."

Finishing this book, I am going to pick up another recent purchase written by this fellow right here. Yikes!


Happy reading.