review

It happened to me when I arrived in the capital, in the Quiroga neighborhood. I was 11 years old. My aunt Cecilia sent me to buy bread on the corner, less than two blocks from the house. My cousin Álvaro, a little older than me, liked to run errands because the landlady always gave him a bandage.

The Older Man (HME), twice as old as his Young Virtual Friend (JAV), talked to anyone else about those issues... or, perhaps, no one stopped balls at him! —I don't even treat them with the members of my family, always busy, therefore, without time to cross words, except for one or another favor... which I do quickly and as best as possible to return to my writing desk —HME snorted on the other side of the cell phone

Once again this Colombian novelist surprises with a new published work, in addition to the surprise deliveries of his novels around the world, to which we are accustomed and evidenced in: 'A novel for each school', a plausible initiative that I hope others will imitate. or support it. This time the turn was for 'Saved Stories'. Subcontinental social fiction novel that uncovers, using the brush of literary transfiguration, figure of its creation, the political, social, cultural and economic life of an entire country, today, any on the face of the terrestrial globe, every day more boiling and 'infected with social nostalgia', as this author often cites.

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This strange afternoon of March 23, the writer Carlos Javier Jarquín has left me a book in my correspondence like someone who leaves a trap, he did not leave a single word written, he quietly retired to his usual journalistic work. I sensed that he wanted me to approach this book for some reason, and since he knows me very well, he knows that a book is still my favorite gift.

In this work, the seventh he has published, the novelist travels through wonderful places between the Magdala River and Agua Viva, "the last town on that mountain rock..." where history is recreated. The writer, the name by which the protagonist is referred to, is going to donate some of his social fiction novels to the Public Libraries of several municipalities for three days.