If you’re going to run me over, use a Range Rover

You will have already noticed that the only life that deserves life is sad with money. Being poor is unreasonable, people must get rid of the idea that they can be happy even if they are poor. It’s the other way around. What poor people cannot be is unhappy. Real unhappiness only comes from money. You have to be unhappy in the abstract, with decadence, with cocaine. Be unhappy because you can’t Paying the rent seems inhuman to us, little exalting. The beautiful sadness It happens looking at a swimming pool. Or running your fingers along the railing of a yacht where you’re already getting bored. This is how a philosophy is built, an existentialism, with material life dominated and all the time in the world to weigh feelings. If we must be rich, it is because we want to have feelings.

The literature of there is an entire subgenre dedicated to money; that is, to love. Is called chic-lit. The chic-lit (“chic literature”) is about your boyfriend being rich, and that’s it. Since your boyfriend is rich, Pick up in BMW and take you to dinner. Since he pays for dinner, you bought a new dress Liu-Jo. Then you have to go to Italy at some point, and to Ibiza. The chic-lit He puts hats on the covers of the books, I don’t know why. If you see a hat on the cover of a book, that’s it. chic-lit.

The point is that Madame Nobody (Chalk Circle) is not a bad novel, but its interest for me is reduced to the strictly sociological. Monica Perez Sobrino (Zaragoza, 1993) writes well, it’s not like he licks his sentences and they all come out lame in prosody. His prose flows, the language is perceived well cradled. But what he tells does not interest me as fiction, but as testimony. There are people who have time to think about love. Non-stop. That impresses me.

To think, without stopping, about love, Mónica Pérez Sobrino has written a novel about a breakup. There was love, and only penthouses remain, that’s a bit of the summary. You won’t tell me that unhappiness in an attic isn’t the best thing that can happen to you in life.

The protagonist’s love begins in Formenteranot in Badajoz. In Formentera the girls went to a party to which they were not invited, but which had many waiters “in tuxedos” at “three very long bars” at the foot of “an infinity pool.” It is the typical situation in which there is no choice but to end up falling in love. Our Madame Nobody She falls in love with a man almost twenty years older than her, a pianist. The good thing about these festivals in Formentera is that there are rich pianists and famous to fall in love with them.

Love must be taken care of. A love relationship is not built if the entire leisure sector of the country, and some mansions, does not help

The pianist’s name is Hugo. After trying “a new drink, vodka with champagnea mixture known in France as liquid cocaine”, love arises. Love continues in the Nice Hotel in San Sebastian. Love must be taken care of. Hotels, parties, restaurants. A love relationship is not built if the entire leisure sector of the country, and some mansions, does not help. “The people who count held exclusive gatherings to show off their huge new house and the latest acquisitions in ARCO while uncorking bottles of Vega Sicily as if they were bottles from the Alhambra”, we appreciate.

When Hugo is hit by a car, it is emphasized that it was a Range Rover. I loved this. We don’t just write that a character has had a car run over him, which is vulgar; but we specify that it was a Range Rover that ran over him. Even to get run over you have to show some class.

I don’t know what the outrage is about in the plot, but it gives way to a considerable display of pharmacopoeia that, as you know, includes illegal drugs. But love survives, and there are dinners. “Strangers at dinner on a Tuesday became best friends the next week. People loved us with reckless immediacy.” The couple, in Madrid, is in fashion, and goes from here to there having a great time, “in that constant drip of dinners with film producers and actors, with music and artists.”

In reality, love is no different from heartbreak except that you change camels.

You learn a lot about life reading this book.

However, between morphine and cocaine, the couple enters a crisis. The crises of this type of couples are curious, because they consist of continuing to have fun. It’s not like we’re in crisis and the fun is over; the fun starts right there. Of course, lovers arrive, more parties and some reconciliations. In reality, love is no different from heartbreak except that you change camels. “Cocaine swept over him like a rushing tide,” we read. And later, “they were the aftermath of a marathon BDSM session.” To detoxify from love they are the drugs and the afters, and what there is after the after, which only people who are truly in love know.

You will have already noticed that the only life that deserves life is sad with money. Being poor is unreasonable, people must get rid of the idea that they can be happy even if they are poor. It’s the other way around. What poor people cannot be is unhappy. Real unhappiness only comes from money. You have to be unhappy in the abstract, with decadence, with cocaine. Be unhappy because you can’t Paying the rent seems inhuman to us, little exalting. The beautiful sadness It happens looking at a swimming pool. Or running your fingers along the railing of a yacht where you’re already getting bored. This is how a philosophy is built, an existentialism, with material life dominated and all the time in the world to weigh feelings. If we must be rich, it is because we want to have feelings.

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