The first 20 pages have an air of "already read" that could give like giving up ... but in the pages the proliferation of characters, the complexity of the plot, the pleasure of words (quite remarkable translation of François Maspero) ... difficult to let go of this track about 500 pages. One thinks Garcia Marquez to the interweaving of stories in each other, we think the same construction Irving's novel, and then not think anybody: we read, we savor this (these) incredible (s ) history (s) of love, amid Franco's Spain. It's beautiful, it's exciting, it's poetic. Really, I loved it.
