Havana Red (2011)
Havana Red
“The vivid memory of the whole bottle of pale Legendario rum still coursed rich and bitter round his mouth, though he was surprised to discover he was hungry and hadn’t much of a headache. How could it be? In the kitchen, after swallowing a couple of analgesics, he looked alarmed as the funnel to his coffee pot swallowed his last stocks of coffee and waited for it to strain and for Sergeant Manuel Palacios to arrive, pulled on his old blue jeans – you’re dead thirsty, he told himself, observing the remains of an evil liverish stain on the cloth at thigh level and on his pockets – and went out on to the porch, as he did every Sunday, to savour a whiff of nostalgia for life in the neighbourhood that was also transvested, metamorphosed, definitively different, where he’d felt happy or miserable, in like doses, on many other Sundays in his life, ever since he’d been conscious of life. The church bells had tolled for no one for many a year, and that invigorating smell of freshly baked bread... had never again floated from the nearby bakery, what’s bread made of now, if it doesn’t smell like it used to?MoreLess
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