The eleven stories gathered in this book depict the ghost of a constellation; and the sign that presides this constellation is Violence. La superficie más honda is a bestiary of man as the wolf himself: from the dry intimacy of familiar horror to the voracity of a lynching—whether it’s physical or by the media—, both rage and erosion are king.
As if the characters were pawns of a vaporous, but absolute will, in these stories personal destiny and social transformation act as an anonymous force that arranges or—shall we say—dissolves everything.
With a merciless style, Emiliano Monge constructs precise atmospheres of oppression. From the first words of each story, a looming vagueness insinuates itself, an emptiness that expands fiercely to ultimately push the microuniverses to a final dissolution. Black holes of irony are everywhere, but in this case humor does not offer relief or a way out—it only makes the corrosion even deeper. Characters—and readers—begin to suspect that they may have never been here, on this thin surface we call the world—one where in the end there is no solace but escape.
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