Reseña del libro "Transversal (en Inglés)"
Transversal is a tidal pool of dream imagery, a mad dunk in a pool full of genome, a full helping of swine flu with a side of sexy times. Wonder what would happen if every character in The Magnificent Seven was played by Horst Buchholz? Transversal is like that, the wondering, the faces folding into one another, except in book form. Like this:I want to talk about the first time I met Suki. Her image is slowly disappearing in my mind, and I fear I am forgetting completely. I try to imagine the details of her body, I cannot even imagine the details of my own right now. For so long I haven’t thought about what I look like, it is frightening to think about even looking in a mirror. Do I have hair, young, or old, am I a woman or a man? Is my body a horse, or a mountain? In a dream, I saw my face melting when I looked at it in the mirror. My reflection at first sight was complete, intact, but slowly, it became elongated, and the skin sliced off my bones, exposed my fat. I could not recognize my appearance, and so to describe me, there it was.I am, I gather, a consistently melting thing, evaporated at sight, smelling only of the remains of the room, surrounding the bones.No need to be afraid, cancel the Disney channel and get a copy of Transversal instead.
