Falsa Liebre / False Hare [Spanish]

Falsa liebre es una historia que fascina y horroriza, de la que es dif?cil apartarse por el ritmo de la prosa, capaz tambi?n de trazar a profundidad personajes al l?mite, que experimentan la violencia y el abandono.

Esta es la primera novela de Fernanda Melchor, quien ha conquistado un lugar importante en las letras hispanoamericanas.

La oscuridad del puerto lo envuelve todo. Pachi y Vinicio se adentran en la playa, van camino a una fiesta improvisada; andan buscando con qu? entumir el cuerpo, con qu? acabar de borrarse. El verano ha sido largo y el d?a, mucho peor.

No muy lejos de ah?, Zahir fantasea con su pr?ximo viaje a la capital o al norte de M?xico, fuera del alcance de la t?a que le exige dinero, lo aplaca a golpes y que hab?a orillado a su hermano peque?o, Andrik, a huir de la casa com?n para terminar en otra: la de un hombre que acaricia y pega con la misma mano. Ahora s?lo debe convencer a Andrik de comenzar una nueva vida y asegurarse de encontrar la salida de esa playa que parece no tener fin.

«Fernanda Melchor escribe con la intensidad de quien rescata un libro de un incendio para que arda en la imaginaci?n. --Juan Villoro

ENGLISH DESCRIPTION

False Hare is a fascinating and horrifying tale you just can't walk away from because of the rhythm of its prose, which also outlines intimate characters that live on the edge, experimenting violence and abandonment.

This is Fernanda Melchor's first novel. She has already conquered a significant place in Hispanic-American literature.

The darkness at the port engulfs everything. Pachi and Vinicio go deeper into the beach, approaching an improvised party. They are looking for something to numb their bodies, something to finally erase themselves. Summer has been long, and that day was much worse.

Not far from there, Zahir fantasizes about his next travel to the capital city or the northern part of Mexico, away from the aunt who keeps asking him for money, controls him through physical violence, and has driven his little brother, Andrik, to run away from the family home and end up in another: a man's house, who caresses Andrik and then strikes him with the same hand. Now Zahir must not only convince Andrik to start a new life, but make sure they find a way out of that seemingly endless beach.

«Fernanda Melchor writes with the same intensity of someone salvaging a book from a fire, so it may burn instead in our imagination. --Juan Villoro