LETRAS

En estos relatos aparecen las primeras familias que han emigrado a Marte; exploradores solitarios que se rinden a sus visiones; colonizadores que empiezan a sentirse cada vez más peligrosamente extraterrestres; un joven marciano atraído por una muchacha terrestre a la que no comprende; entre otros. Esta edición cuenta con ilustraciones de David de las Heras, cuya capacidad técnica y enfoque surrealista resulta muy afín a los relatos del autor norteamericano.

¿Qué jardines felices, bien regados sus árboles, qué cálices de flores de tierno deshojarse maduran las extrañas, las exquisitas frutas del consuelo, las pródigas, halladas en el pasto de tu propia indigencia? Año tras año, te admira su sazón, la piel suave, su justa medida, que por ti ha esquivado a las aves volubles o, en el fondo, al celoso gusano. ¿Entonces es que hay árboles rondados por los ángeles, cultivo de morosos y extraños jardineros? ¿Entonces nos dan fruto y no nos pertenecen?

Toby Fleishman thought he knew what to expect when he and his wife of almost fifteen years separated: weekends and every other holiday with the kids, some residual bitterness, the occasional moment of tension in their co-parenting negotiations. He could not have predicted that one day, in the middle of his summer of sexual emancipation, Rachel would just drop their two children off at his place and simply not return. He had been working so hard to find equilibrium in his single life. The winds of his optimism, long dormant, had finally begun to pick up. Now this. As Toby tries to figure out where Rachel went, all while juggling his patients at the hospital, his never-ending parental duties, and his new app-assisted sexual popularity, his tidy narrative of the spurned husband with the too-ambitious wife is his sole consolation. But if Toby ever wants to truly understand what happened to Rachel and what happened to his marriage, he is going to have to consider that he might not have seen things all that clearly in the first place.