“I had a friend once. Indeed, at the time, I only had one friend. His names was Andrés and he lived in Paris and, much to my his delight, I travelled to that city to see him.
“. . . long, depressing, and plodding.”
“. . . The set-up is delicious . . . [but] Manuscript Found in Accra lacks one of the most fundamental elements of the classic novel: a story.”
The stories of Javier Marías have a surprising tendency to sneak up on the reader again long after reading them.