There are books that I call sticky. You touch them and that’s it, you are glued. Until the book is finished, it won’t let you go. Forget work, forget life, I’m stuck to the book and I can’t get out.
And if the book is 672 pages long and written in the densest Mexican slang, it can take a long time to get unstuck.
I’m reading the winner of the Alfaguara Prize for 2020, Guillermo Arriaga’s Salvar el fuego. If you’ve seen Amores perros, 21 Grams, The Burning Plain – he’s the screenwriter and sometimes director. I never had any interest in him as an author because the movies are a bit ordinary. But I read the novel because it’s got the prize, and it’s made of crazy glue.
I’m only half in, so this isn’t a review but Lord in heaven, I hope nobody tries to turn this very good novel into a movie.
And now excuse me, I’ve got a book to fall into.