"All the stories are like the creation of the universe ...

... Nobody was there, no one attended, but everyone knows what happened. "
Same for this epidemic history when the world seems to go blind. The first infected are quarantined in an attempt to limit contagion. Grouped in an asylum and left to themselves, each discovers his true nature under the eyes of a woman who has not lost his sight but still chose to follow her husband doctor among the first infected.
"There is in each of us that has no name, and that thing is what we are. "

A style somewhat difficult to read at first, and could put off some who would not have the patience to reach the moment when the novel becomes truly interesting (arrival in the asylum): very little punctuation and feel half goal narrator full of detachment and irony, and half directly in the heads of the characters.

Yet finishing reading this novel, I found myself thinking intuitively that people around me were all blind, proof of the level of immersion that has managed to achieve Saramago.