Hay pocas novelas en que, de forma casi (¿o no?) literal, el autor desnude su alma, sus sentimientos y su manera de vivirlos, expresarlos y exponerlos, especialmente por lo que se refiere a una sensación tan compleja como el amor; no el reposado, distante e idealizado, sino el que irrumpe en nuestras vidas, lo cambia todo a su paso, y va y viene como un torbellino, alterando constantemente nuestra forma de vernos a nosotros mismos, nuestras relaciones, nuestras amistades, nuestra familia e incluso la consideración que tenemos de nosotros mismos. 

¿Estarías preparado para un amor así? ¿Sabrías soportarlo, sobrellevarlo, incluso disfrutarlo… o protegerte de él? Una pista que nos da Gerard para saber sobreponerse a un amor así es que tu vida podría adquirir las múltiples capas, misterios y recovecos que una caprichosa matroska rusa.

There are very few novels in which, in an almost literal (or not?) form, the author gets his soul naked, along with his feelings and his way of living them, expressing them and exposing them, specially regarding a feeling so complex as love; but not the tranquil, distant and idealized love, but the one that breaks into our lives, changing everything in sight, coming and going as a whirlwind, constantly altering the way we see ourselves, our relationships, our friendships, our families and even the consideration that we have about us.

Would you be ready for loving this way? Could you cope with it, endure it, even enjoy it… or protect yourself from it? One clue that Gerard gives us to overcome such kind of love is that your world, your life, your way of living… could acquire the multiple layers, mysteries, twists and turns that a russian matryoshka hides.