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Zusatztext “Stunning! dense! complex! mind-blowing. . . . This novel goes far above politics! right up into high art.” — The Washington Post Book World “One of the finest novels written in recent memory.” —Jose Saramago“Masterful. . . . Literary dynamite.” — The Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel “Every word in Delirium is perfectly chosen! painfully honest and brutally effective. Restrepo chooses her words like a poet! with infinite care.” — The Philadelphia Inquirer “A disconcertingly lovely book! and its depiction of Colombian society at an awful moment in its history is sharp! vivid! utterly persuasive.” — The New York Times Book Review Informationen zum Autor Laura Restrepo is the bestselling author of several prizewinning novels published in over a dozen languages, including Leopard in the Sun , which won the Arzobispo San Clemente Prize, The Angel of Galilea , which won the Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz Prize in Mexico and the Prix France Culture in France, and Delirium , which won the 2004 Alfaguara Prize, the Grinzane Cavour Prize in Italy, and was shortlisted for the Prix du Meilleur Livre Etranger in France. She lives in Mexico City. Klappentext In this remarkably nuanced novel! both a gripping detective story and a passionate! devastating tale of eros and insanity in Colombia! internationally acclaimed author Laura Restrepo delves into the minds of four characters. There's Agustina! a beautiful woman from an upper-class family who is caught in the throes of madness; her husband Aguilar! a man passionately in love with his wife and determined to rescue her from insanity; Agustina's former lover Midas! a drug-trafficker and money-launderer; and Nicolás! Agustina's grandfather. Through the blend of these distinct voices! Restrepo creates a searing portrait of a society battered by war and corruption! as well as an intimate look at the daily lives of people struggling to stay sane in an unstable reality. I KNEW SOMETHING irreparable had happened the moment a man opened the door to that hotel room and I saw my wife sitting at the far end of the room, looking out the window in the strangest way. I’d just returned from a short trip, four days away on business, and I swear that Agustina was fine when I left, I swear nothing odd was going on, or at least nothing out of the ordinary, certainly nothing to suggest what would happen to her while I was gone, except for her own premonitions, of course, but how was I to believe her when Agustina is always predicting some catastrophe; I’ve tried everything to make her see reason, but she won’t be swayed, insisting that ever since she was little she’s had what she calls the gift of sight, or the ability to see the future, and God only knows the trouble that’s caused us. This time, as usual, my Agustina predicted that something would go wrong, and once again, I ignored her prediction; I went away on a Wednesday, leaving her painting the apartment walls green, and on Sunday, when I returned, I found her in a hotel in the north of the city, transformed into someone terrified and terrifying, a being I barely recognized. I haven’t been able to find out what happened to her while I was gone because when I ask she turns on me, it’s incredible how fierce she can be when she’s upset, she treats me as if I'm not me and she’s not who she used to be, or at least that’s how I try to explain it, and if I can’t it’s because I don’t understand it myself. The woman I love is lost inside her own head and for fourteen days now I’ve been searching for her, wearing myself out trying to find her, but it’s excruciating and impossibly difficult; it’s as if Agustina were living on a plane parallel to reality, close but just out of reach, as if she were speaking a strange language that I vaguely recognize but can’t quite comprehend. My wife’s unhinged mind is a dog snapping at me, but at the same time...
