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Nestled among rugged mountains, in a remote part of a place frequented by wolf hunters, bandits, ambushers, sorcerers, insurgents, motor rally drivers, ghosts, beasts and demons, the old Catalan farmhouse Mas Clavell clings to the ground like a tick. It is a house, above all, inhabited by women, in which a single day contains centuries of memories. There is Joana, who in order to find a husband makes a pact with the devil. There is Bernadeta, whose eyelashes are missing, and who, after so much thyme water was poured into her eyes when she was a child, ends up seeing what she was not supposed to see. There is Margarita, with a rabid, three-quarter heart. Or there is Blanca, who was born without a tongue, with a mouth like an empty nest, and does not speak, only observes. These women, and more, are getting ready for a party today.
With the verbal torrent, the sense of rhythm and humour, the formal daring and the capacity to evoke atmospheres and embody imaginaries that so much define her work, Irene Sol� has written a novel like an exultant stream of stories, which explores the duality and essential link between light and darkness, life and death, oblivion and memory.
Genre: Horror
With the verbal torrent, the sense of rhythm and humour, the formal daring and the capacity to evoke atmospheres and embody imaginaries that so much define her work, Irene Sol� has written a novel like an exultant stream of stories, which explores the duality and essential link between light and darkness, life and death, oblivion and memory.
Genre: Horror
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