«¿Cómo referir esta armonía de cosas en el fondo tan inarmónicas, destinadas sólo por un momento a la felicidad?»
Todos somos nuestro futuro fantasma. Lo llevamos adentro como germen de lo que seremos. Ésta es la novela de lo que fueron en su tiempo, y son mientras leemos, seis amigos desorbitados, habitantes de una casa de huéspedes frente a un parque de jacarandas en una Ciudad de México minuciosamente evocada aquí, en los años sesenta del siglo pasado. Los jóvenes de aquella casa viven su presente a la intemperie. No son héroes más que de la brevedad de sus años. Su modesta epopeya consiste en el ejercicio de una salvaje fraternidad. Los envuelven el azar de la urbe naciente, la noche buscada y la antesala del amor eterno, que es el sexo fugaz. Fantasmas en el balcón es una novela sobre la nostalgia del tiempo que se nos va de las manos y nos lleva con él. Es una historia de fantasmas, como debe ser acaso la historia de toda alegría.
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION“How to describe this harmony of things so deeply inharmonic, destined only to a single moment of happiness?” We are all our future ghost. We carry it within us as the seed of what we will become. This is a novel about what six inordinate friends were—and are as we read; all inhabitants of a boarding house carefully evoked, facing a park full of jacarandas in Mexico City, back in the 1960’s. The youngsters at the house spend their time outdoors. They are not heroes, but of the briefness of their age. Their modest epic consists in exerting a wild fraternity. They are wrapped around the randomness of a burgeoning city, sought-after nights, and the prelude to endless love that is brief sex.
Ghosts in the Terrace is a novel about the nostalgia of a past time, escaping our grip and taking us with it. It is a story about ghosts, as every story about joy should be.
"How to describe this harmony of things so deeply inharmonic, destined only to a single moment of happiness?" We are all our future ghost. We carry it within us as the seed of what we will become. This is a novel about what six inordinate friends were--and are as we read; all inhabitants of a boarding house carefully evoked, facing a park full of jacarandas in Mexico City, back in the 1960's. The youngsters at the house spend their time outdoors. They are not heroes, but of the briefness of their age. Their modest epic consists in exerting a wild fraternity. They are wrapped around the randomness of a burgeoning city, sought-after nights, and the prelude to endless love that is brief sex. Ghosts in the Terrace is a novel about the nostalgia of a past time, escaping our grip and taking us with it. It is a story about ghosts, as every story about joy should be.--Translation of the Spanish summary from the publisher.
