[Giselle]

This is a really peculiar novel, one that I had never read before, and that maybe will never find again. And this is good, because if the novel loses its originality, the just a little is left about it. The pace of the novel is slow, very slow, and this is important to know so you can know the exact time for reading it. The first part is the story of the old man who is a writer (because he doesn't know how to be someone else) and his novel is rejected by the reasons Mirabell already explained in post 3. This part is really good, intelligente, full of deepfull thoughts and analysis of profound situations that makes it delightful. The structure of the parenthesis used by the authors gives you and impression of going inside a person's mind and detecting all the branches that get open when a thought is elaboreted in our brains. This is an excellent technique I had never witnessed before. Only in Saramago I could say there is a hint about what this could be done using it.
After this first part finishes, the novel starts, a even though it's refreshing at the beggining (a whole new different level for the novel starts) it goes tedious at the time, and there are parts that are just difficult to follow since the author does not engage you in the situations he describes. Then it goes on and it simply because too long, too predictable and it falls down little by little into the void of simplicity. At the end, the last three pages rescue a lot from the novel, wraping it up in a good way, but at the end it cannot take away the long and at times nonsense novel within the novel.