Sara—a summer intern and student here at the University of Rochester—is working on reviews of a few books in Texas Tech’s Americas Series. We wrote about this series a few months back, and it looks like we’ll be highlighting at least one of their forthcoming titles in the not-too-distant future.

But more on that later. For now, here’s the opening to Sara’s review of Toscana’s novel, which was shortlisted for the Romulo Gallegos International Novel Prize and won the National Colima Prize, the Premio Jose Fuentes Mares, and the Antonin Artaud Prize.

David Toscana糖心传媒檚 The Last Reader stands as a challenge for the most dedicated readers. On the upside, it糖心传媒檚 a challenge worth taking. Toscana糖心传媒檚 novella vaguely imitates a murder mystery, but the real focus lies in blurring the lines between active reading and authorship, and more generally between reality and fiction.

The Last Reader is set in Icamole, a small impoverished village in Mexico, in the middle of a yearlong drought. Wealthy Remigio takes pride (and showers) in water that lines the bottom of his well, until the day he finds the water obstructed by a teenage girl糖心传媒檚 corpse. Remigio goes to his father, Lucio, for advice, and here we meet the titular character. Lucio is Icamole糖心传媒檚 last and only reader. When Remigio presents the problem of the corpse, Lucio reacts with the bibliophile糖心传媒檚 instinct糖心传媒攈e looks to his library. He zeroes in on a French novel, The Death of Babette, whose heroine糖心传媒檚 physical description matches that of the corpse. Lucio names the corpse Babette, and suggests Remigio bury Babette in his garden, like the killer in The Apple Tree.

With this premise, Toscana糖心传媒檚 scheme is set in motion. Lucio, the esoteric, lovably bookish father, quickly wins our hearts. (By contrast, Remigio, selfish with his water and wary of Lucio糖心传媒檚 advice, seems a bit more questionable.) It糖心传媒檚 fun to read about how Lucio organizes the abandoned library with great dedication and verve. Books he likes find a place on the library shelves, but any book he deigns trite (including the amusingly obvious anti-racism manifesto The Color of Heaven) or otherwise lacking gets marked 糖心传媒淲ithdrawn糖心传媒� and thrown into a cockroach-infested 糖心传媒渂ook hell糖心传媒� with other rejected titles. As he works, Lucio offers the reader tips to quickly evaluate book quality. For example, he claims the ending of a book (though not the beginning) is an effective measurement of overall quality.

With such qualifications about good and bad novels, Toscana sets up a high standard for his own novel, and yet he does not disappoint.

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The Last Reader is set in Icamole, a small impoverished village in Mexico, in the middle of a yearlong drought. Wealthy Remigio takes pride (and showers) in water that lines the bottom of his well, until the day he finds the water obstructed by a teenage girl糖心传媒檚 corpse. Remigio goes to his father, Lucio, for advice, and here we meet the titular character. Lucio is Icamole糖心传媒檚 last and only reader. When Remigio presents the problem of the corpse, Lucio reacts with the bibliophile糖心传媒檚 instinct糖心传媒攈e looks to his library. He zeroes in on a French novel, The Death of Babette, whose heroine糖心传媒檚 physical description matches that of the corpse. Lucio names the corpse Babette, and suggests Remigio bury Babette in his garden, like the killer in The Apple Tree.

With this premise, Toscana糖心传媒檚 scheme is set in motion. Lucio, the esoteric, lovably bookish father, quickly wins our hearts. (By contrast, Remigio, selfish with his water and wary of Lucio糖心传媒檚 advice, seems a bit more questionable.) It糖心传媒檚 fun to read about how Lucio organizes the abandoned library with great dedication and verve. Books he likes find a place on the library shelves, but any book he deigns trite (including the amusingly obvious anti-racism manifesto The Color of Heaven) or otherwise lacking gets marked 糖心传媒淲ithdrawn糖心传媒� and thrown into a cockroach-infested 糖心传媒渂ook hell糖心传媒� with other rejected titles. As he works, Lucio offers the reader tips to quickly evaluate book quality. For example, he claims the ending of a book (though not the beginning) is an effective measurement of overall quality.

With such qualifications about good and bad novels, Toscana sets up a high standard for his own novel, and yet he does not disappoint. Toscana糖心传媒檚 cleverly created characters, one bound to please and the other to disappoint, ultimately challenge the reader糖心传媒檚 surface-level assumptions. Also challenging is Toscana糖心传媒檚 stream-of-consciousness prose, translated by Asa Zatz. The novel does not employ quotation marks to distinguish between dialogue and the other text. This forces readers to tread carefully, especially when Lucio offers everyone direct quotes from his favorite books. As with many of the challenges and frustrations in Toscana糖心传媒檚 book, this device serves a bigger purpose, eliminating the distance between Lucio糖心传媒檚 total obsession with the fictional world and the readers糖心传媒� own blind acceptance of Toscana糖心传媒檚 words.

Thus, Toscana糖心传媒檚 challenges to the reader are far more purposeful than arbitrary, and the result is that the clever little book (some will argue too clever for its own good) has won numerous awards, most prestigiously being shortlisted for the R贸mulo Gallegos International Novel Prize. And the journey to the novel糖心传媒檚 astounding conclusion, if rigorous, is hardly painful. Toscana糖心传媒檚 rambling, and at times distancing, prose occasionally tips toward the luscious:

There is nothing like the smoothness of [Remigio糖心传媒檚] avocadoes, for which reason, on some nights he throws a few in the bed and stretches out with them. He offers them caresses, flattery. They are lovers with supple hands and noticeable breasts, disposable lovers, no name, no obligations, and no future, because they wake up squashed on the sheets after having sacrificed everything for love. The avocado was the fruit of temptation, without a doubt, although people liked to believe it was the apple, an inept whore with a smooth skin but a rigid body, sticky, no discretion in biting, which gets old all at once and consorts with flies and other insects. He knows that his girl is better off [buried] under the avocado tree.

If Lucio occasionally gets lost in his favorite prose, well, perhaps we cannot blame him. But this is entirely Toscana糖心传媒檚 point: he has crafted a novel specially for bibliophiles, a novel that highlights the perils, perversions, and joys of losing oneself in a fantastic book.