There are books that have an argument that fits into three or four communicable and clear sentences.; there are others, instead, what, how they try to dialogue face to face with life, they are imponderable. That's why they can go around the bush., How does this Parabolic Child do?, and start talking about a 3D printed tomato, from Goya's tomb, of the sunsets of Madrid in the Parque del Oeste, of the virtues of the Pandorino compared to the Bollycao, of the search for authentic brandy or Vicente Aleixandre's dog to talk to us, In fact, of love, of the conception of time, of the value of free, of life in the big city, specifically Madrid, of purity, of the role of culture in our existence, of the reasons for writing or the relationships we establish with material goods.
Parabolic Child has the existential pulse of those books that can only be written in the middle of life, a novel sustained by a sense of humor, an enthusiasm, some observation skills, dazzling accuracy and poetic breath. Bold ideas and hypotheses proliferate in this novel – as frenetic as it is reflective., as crazy as it is tender–, and they propose a reading of the world that oscillates between extreme vitalism, the philosophical depth and the hilarious moments. An almost experimental approach to the most everyday things in which going to the supermarket can become a revealing experience.
