Poet and writer of crime fiction. A great way to find a literary balance between the formal beauty of the lyrical and the most rabid and scrutinizing prose of the shadows of the soul. Or what is the same, a good balance as a creator. The mystery is how he gets it Carlos Zanón. Because it is one thing to try to write poetry for a narrator or novel for a poet and quite another thing is to achieve it with an outstanding.
Carlos Zanón he does not settle for the notable and achieves the outstanding. Poetry and prose prizes dotted around different parts of the Spanish geography attest to this.
So once you dare to read something by this great writer, know that you are going to find a double-edged pen that can lead you through the ruggedness of the noir genre to end up sliding a few drops of poetry between horror or hopelessness. For my part, I prefer prose. Not for nothing, it is rather that reading poetry costs me. So here I go.
3 best novels by Carlos Zanón:
Late, bad and never
I have to admit that the title was the first thing that caught my attention. Who was that person who dared to do things my style? 😛 Before we were talking about the poet behind (or in front of) the novelist who is Zanón.
Well, the truth is that in many of the descriptions of this crime novel you will discover that musical point, precious in detail, harmonious in dark settings, like a Wagner symphony turned into a novel.
A type of characters emerging from the darkness end up outlining a reality outside our world, and yet they subsist in our world.
Epi, Tanveer and his tragic destiny, Alex and his enlightening voices of the world, Tiffany the general muse of the plot. Police sirens and a reality that is blurred in the macabre, in the hallucinogenic.
You may never have a better opportunity to enter the mind of the psychopath capable of everything to highlight his existence like that, without more.
Don't call home
The Spanish picaresque turned crime novel. Infidelity as an alternative business model. Three characters from the underworld: Raquel, Bruno and Cristian are determined to escape their misery.
Easy money offers a path to wealth redistribution that is none other than extortion. Clients of quick love, with other lives behind their lovemaking urges, are prone to satisfying bribes to safeguard their double lives.
The case of Merche and Max is a separate issue. They are repeat offenders with a particular story behind them, a stormy past as a couple that they cannot completely get rid of.
But his current life is different and his encounters are only furious sexual revenge. They are the new targets of the gang of extortionists, but nothing in this case will go as planned ...
I was Johnny Thunders
The setting and the development in a black genre key reminds me a bit of Daniel Cid's novel, The blue raincoat. The world of the night and its excesses, the exit from reality through the back door of drugs.
The only bad thing about this escape is that in the end reality appears like a wall, but the transit was fine, right Johnny Thunders? When Francis, the guy within the character, begins to hate the endless success of a good song, he ends up returning home between defeated and hating what he is.
But going back to the origin to get back to your starting point is never possible, no matter how hard you are. In the end the echoes of doom are the catchy chorus of a sinisterly unforgettable song, the one that recalls something like: "You can never leave the highway of fast life without paying the toll, oh yeah (bis)".
This is one of those who wanted to release the pro-independence politicians, and are you still advertising him? Fatal, Herranz, fatal. And I am Catalan. But of those who comply with the laws.