A writer, based on the author herself, has no motivation nor inspiration lately. She receives an unexpected visit from a man in black, who claims to be a journalist with whom she had arranged an interview. He is a very ambiguous and disturbing character, whose name is never revealed and about whom we learn too little.
They both engage in a lasting conversation which dominates the novel and submerges the protagonist into her likes and dislikes, but most importantly into her memories about her condition as a woman under the extinct dictatorship of General Franco in Spain.
The novel is heavily psychological and somewhat fantastic. It is not an easy read, but then, as the man in black concludes, "literature is a challenge to logic... not a refuge against uncertainty."
The review of this Book prepared by Andres Becerra