"I too loved and required too, and I had just consumed." This phrase aptly Hemingway warning page, pretty much sums up the spirit of the book. Twenty new on Havana in 2000 with a fifties theme, a kind of Cuban bukowski, mired in filth daily, broke, saturated with bad rum, brain inflamed by the Cuban "fessues" and studded beaches tits. This is not cuba tourist in question but from the street which pulls the tongue and almost vegetarian because of the restrictions. In the excitement of deprivation, not always under a friendly sun, the author renders a harsh environment, lewd, self destructive through his rage to enjoy. The shameless writing, very strong, denotes a vital temperament. This novel is interesting for those who want a look behind the Caribbean decor.
