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The Moment Before

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Now being written, this novel tells of a renowned Parisian artist, Yvette Roman, currently living in New York City, who is suddenly plagued by forgeries of her work. Is her lover the forger?

The third of a trilogy, to follow My Father In The Night and When Clara Was Twelve. 

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The Last of Nico Sombra

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Set principally in contemporary Buenos Aires, this completed novel tells of Nico Sombra, a gangster who has lifted himself from the poorest of beginnings to become one of the richest men in Argentina, and his love for the aristocratic Natalia Faustino. His rival, Facundo Dominguez, is an Argentine oligarch whose businesses are the stuff of South American entrepreneurial legend. He has aristocratic manners and a vivid presence, but we learn that Facundo is a dark, manipulative figure, once criminally influential to the military junta that ruled Argentina in the nineteen-seventies and eighties.

Argentina is a society that has always struggled with great class differences. Throughout The Last of Nico Sombra, the characters negotiate these differences, with often terrifying results. Natalia, in love with Nico and victimized by Facundo, is the figure that foments the ultimate disastrous rivalry between these men.

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La espléndida ciudad

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A translation to Spanish of my novel, The Splendid City, by noted Chilean novelist Jaime Collyer.

Pablo Neruda, running for his life.

“Down there, in those far reaches of my country…” Pablo felt his voice grasping for the occasion, his wish to tell the story. “Where events—that are now themselves quite forgotten—once took me, one must cross…” He laid a hand on his chest. “And I had to cross…” He took in a breath. “The Andes mountains.”

Por allí, por aquellas extensiones de mi patria…”, Pablo sintió su voz afirmándose para la ocasión, su propio anhelo de contar la historia, “adonde me condujeron acontecimientos ya olvidados en sí mismos, hay que atravesar, tuve que atravesar”, puso una de sus manos en su pecho, “la cordillera de los Andes”.

 

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