POST IV: My favourite book

Today I will talk about my favourite book, "Sobre heróes y tumbas", written by Ernesto Sabato. This novel is about the story of Martín and Alejandra and their tempestuous relationship. He was a very nice guy but a little bit dependent; she was kind, sometimes but in other times she was a very hostile person. The book also tells the story of a secret society and the history of Alejandra´s father.

I got the book when I was 17-18. I went to San Diego and found it, I think that in  "Libros de ocasión", a very good book store where I am client since I am16. Before buying it, I had read "El tunel" (other novel of Sabato), so as I liked it, I thought that "Sobre heróes y tumbas" would be a good choice. And it was.

I think I liked it because it intersects three or four stories inside and relate them with the history of Argentina (peronism, e.g.). Also, it explores the lights and shades of the human condition, with focus on the dark side of the force in some characters, the conflict in others and so on. I read it in a moment in wich I read a lot and I was conflicted about the life´s sense and the humans relationships. My human relationships, were a little caotic at that time and the physical description of Alejandra reminded me a relevant woman in the life of the past´s Luis. Also, I think that in a certain way, I felt identified with Martín. And a little bit with Alejandra´s father and his pessimistic vision of the human race. 

This book is part of a trilogy of novels. The first one is "El tunel", after that comes "Sobre heróes y tumbas" and finally, "Abbadón el exterminador". I think that "Sobre heróes y tumbas" is the best one. I searched the book online and for ending this text, I will let you with a paragraph I like:

"Los pesimistas se reclutan entre los ex esperanzados, puesto que para tener una visión negra del mundo hay que haber creído antes en él y en sus posibilidades. Y todavía resulta más curioso y paradojal que los pesimistas, una vez que resultaron desilusionados, no son constantes y sistemáticamente desesperanzados, sino que, en cierto modo, parecen dispuestos a renovar su esperanza a cada instante aunque lo disimulen debajo de su negra envoltura de amargados universales, en virtud de una suerte de pudor metafísico"