Horacio Castellanos Moya's The Dream of My Return was one of my two favorite books of the year when I read it a couple years ago and I've been wanting to read more of his work ever since. So, I was thrilled when I found two of his books at Dog Eared Books in San Francisco last month. (Then less thrilled when I realized, after buying it, that one of them - Senselessness - was actually all marked up, but oh well.)
I strongly identified with the narrator in The Dream of My Return, something I can't say (thankfully!) of the narrator in The She-Devil in the Mirror. She narrates the whole book in the second person, and as the reader you get to listen in on her intimate and occasionally unhinged prattle as she gossips and theorizes about who was behind her best friend's murder. It's an incredible portrait of wealth, privilege, corruption, and hypocrisy, and it's told so brilliantly.
