Eternal Pérez-Reverte

The writer and character Arturo Pérez-Reverte is a man of extraordinary human quality. As a twenty-four-year-old writer in his infancy, I met the genius at what was the quintessential literary café in the capital, the Gijón. The narrator arrived ready for the occasion, I suspect with his sword and Vizcaina sharpened like scythes and that swordsman's soul he has always maintained. My intention was to write a novel about the Bosnian War, so I asked him for contacts for that purpose, so I could delve into the darkness of Sarajevo. Our Quevedo frowned when I told him I didn't speak any languages. Despite my inexperience, in three days I would have a list of people who would give me free passage and enlighten me on the ground about the darkness of war. The fact is that the next day I had a car accident , and that project went awry.

In his story as a reporter, the good Arturo has a novel character as sharp and pirate-like as himself. I have a disagreement with our genius of Spanish literature. It's not the state of Israel that has become a murderer , which isn't happening; it's the infamous prime minister, who will, but in no case the state, which also encompasses the provinces and municipalities, a high-level detail I insist on.

We writers dreamed of being D'Artagnan , although now I'm mimicking Captain Alatriste, whose penultimate adventure has just come out and who downs a pot of water in one gulp like a drunkard. Arthur is one of the best novelists on the planet, accompanied by steely characters and atmospheres that envelop you, taking you out of your house and into the story. We're also talking about a great intellectual. So they're taking too long to award him the Cervantes Prize , which, as we've been warned, will go to Muñoz Molina.

I'm rereading all of Arturo's work and yes, without a doubt, he is an eternal author, just like the greatest.