A boozing, sex-obsessed writer finds himself employed by the Catholic Church (an institution he loathes) to proofread a 1,100 page report on the army\'s massacre and torture of thousands of indigenous villagers a decade earlier, including the testimonies of the survivors.
The writer\'s job is to tidy it up:
he rants, \"that was what my work was all about, cleaning up and giving a manicure to the Catholic hands that were piously getting ready to squeeze the balls of the military tiger.\" Mesmerized by the strange Vallejo-like poetry of the Indians\' phrases (\"the houses they were sad because no people were inside them\"), the increasingly agitated and frightened writer is endangered twice over:
A boozing, sex-obsessed writer finds himself employed by the Catholic Church (an institution he loathes) to proofread a 1,100 page report on the army\'s massacre and torture of thousands of indigenous villagers a decade earlier, including the testimonies of the survivors. The writer\'s job is to tidy it up: he rants, \"that was what my work was all about, cleaning up and giving a manicure to the Catholic hands that were piously getting ready to squeeze the balls of the military tiger.\" Mesmerized by the strange Vallejo-like poetry of the Indians\' phrases (\"the houses they were sad because no people were inside them\"), the increasingly agitated and frightened writer is endangered twice over: by the spell the strangely beautiful heart-rending voices exert over his tenuous sanity, and by real danger—after all, the murderers are the very generals who still run this unnamed Latin American country. Σελίδες: 160, Έτος Έκδοσης: 0108, Διαστάσεις: 13.2x13.2cm