SEREMOS LO QUE SEREMOS
Review poetic first novel by Félix Bruzzone
For Leandro IbañezThe Fates, goddesses of Olympus in whose hands are the strands of wool representing the fate of all mortals. They shape the strings, the tune, the twist and in a sacred moment, the cut. And in this continuous spinning, our life goes round and round.
The protagonist of The Moles, Felix Bruzzone first novel, recounts its history, always in first person, and as a ghost, not appointed. Son of illegal detentions in the ESMA, parents who are not, that only grandparents can remember a little closer to the image of their parents. A somewhat paranoid young man who confuses dreams with reality, you hear the name of your love everywhere, whose passions
are the guide on building your destination: love, sexual pleasure, obsession, revenge. In this story we witness how, event after event, is transformed into what will be.
Bruzzone, with a dynamic prose, funny, at times surreal, has the skill to build paragraphs of images that immerse the reader into the life of the unnamed character. And with the same prose, transphobia also claims the actors are all these people who were born in a body opposed to their own souls, which are the subject of the vices most miserable and most heinous evils to which a human being can be exposed to another are the new disappeared. Our narrator viveconla uncertainty of the past, not knowing, the fantasy of a father, creating a brother unknown outside of a possible child. You can not go forward without resolving the past and reconstructs it as her childhood home, fix cracks, moisture, and healing the scars, covering open wounds, but it's too late, as his foreign appropriated past, a group of homeless people off with their own home, and throw it, exclude it from your own home. Somehow dies, rebirth, metamorphosis begins. Answers and certainty is what appears to move and this search is that our hero embarks on a journey. The Fates again twist the strands of this man without a name and come a little closer to your destination. Seduced by the "care" of a man who mistakes his father, and the search of his truth, his own identity, it becomes that he loves, the object of their obsessions and mad fantasies. And at that moment abandoned his tireless search, because it became in who would be, because when we find something we like to move happiness and chases, we settled on that piece of land that is warm and it seems certain, until a new I wish to drag us into another place, another life. After reading The Mole comes the challenge to the idea that it is our actions that define who we are, about the power we really have to be what we want to be. But we will be those who will be, on impulse of desire, by the breaking of the strands, because the wheel keeps turning to the last breath.