From last December through this February, I only read Spanish. I started a few novels and a few political volumes, but I actually finished (and enjoyed!) this novel by Guillermo Martinez from Argentina. La Muerte Lenta de Luciana B. is a very creepy psychological thriller. I read it in Quito, while Ramona and I were down there in January. I felt like I was watching a Hitchcock movie the whole time I was reading it. One of Martinez’ earlier novels has been converted to a movie, so maybe I’ll be able to watch this one one day too.
I won’t critique this novel here, since my reading of it was as slow as Luciana’s death itself. Beats me about the actual pacing and style of the book. I just know that the story was great and suspenseful.