Alejandro Díez García

The first time I read Fernanda Melchor was at night. Temporada de Huracanes—or Hurricane Season, as it’s titled in English—was a book I stumbled upon online while searching for horror novels in Spanish. I had no idea what it was about, only that it had been nominated for the 2020 International Booker Prize. Reading the first pages felt like a heavy slap straight to the face. I wasn’t ready for it. There were no paragraphs, no full stops—only commas scattered like gasps between dialogues and descriptions. Sometimes, they weren’t enough to help me grasp who was speaking. Melchor’s narration jumped...

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