Book, You won't say anything[LS]

The sea like a shiny blouse that grandmother wears at Christmas; the neighbor with hair the color of a satin pillow; an old man's cap that went flying; a Doberman who can walk on just his back legs; legs crossed with the foot dangling suspended and a cold sore on the inner wall of the mouth. Trifles that, in Julia Codo's diction, become determinants not only of the narrative, but of the very meaning of the lives outlined in this book. These are the things that, without us realizing it, outline the atmosphere between lyrical and grotesque that dominates these stories, in a language that highlights how much the details, when expanded by literature, reveal about each one of us. It is the alliance between a poetic look that captures the least and a sharp look at the horrors of petit-bourgeois life that make the stories in this book unique. A mother who sells cosmetics door to door, accompanied by her young daughter; an unbearable grandmother, who awakens sadistic desires in her granddaughter; waiting in a hospital and asking for the document from a stranger; the almost instantaneous adherence to a false father, these and other characters are simultaneously victims and executioners of themselves, generating a strange density and laughter, of those who recognize themselves but don't want to recognize themselves. A sudden desire to go to these lives and support them, but we are the ones who need support. “Many things can be behind us, a swan, a tennis player, a cannon, and we forget their existence, we think that the present is all we can see”, says one of the narrators of this book. The author, Julia Codo, does not forget and shows that the present is far beyond what we see