Hombre de poca fe

Man of Poor Faith demonstrates that love is a sad and beautiful lie; we love ghosts, images of our soul projected on people that we will never know. With oaths, pacts, betrayals, revenges, we try to seize something that is nowhere; the bodies and words that survive in our memory are also an invention, as is the reminiscence that we are in those who believe to be in love with us. Alfonsina speaks from Silence, reduced to her own immobile flesh. Paradoxically, she has access to a certain ubiquity, a point of view where she recognizes that we are deaths loving other deaths. Kill me if you love me, because I love you and I want to die in your arms, and I want you to die for me: these are the borders of a loving speech directed only to those who dare to give it an answer. The gentle melancholy of the tone is apparent and necessary, because otherwise the pain and the rage of someone who has willingly touched the lattice of her own fate would be unbearable. This first novel by Gilma Luque will be a constant presence in the Mexican literature. Mario Gonzalez Suarez Hombre de poca fe demuestra que el amor es una triste y hermosa mentira; amamos fantasmas, imagenes de nuestra alma proyectadas en personas que nunca conoceremos. Con juramentos, pactos, traiciones, venganzas, tratamos de asir algo que no esta en ningun sitio; los cuerpos y las palabras que sobreviven en nuestra memoria son tambien un invento, como el recuerdo que somos en quien cree amarnos. Alfonsina narra desde el silencio, reducida a su propia carne inmovil. Paradojicamente accede a una cierta ubicuidad, un punto de vista donde reconoce que somos muertos amando a otros muertos. Matame si me amas, porque te amo quiero morir en tus brazos y quiero que mueras por mi: son los bordes de un discurso amoroso dirigido solo a quien se atreva a responderlo.