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The Corner of the Jerks, what would you do if you suddenly became jobless and homeless and you had to live like a bum in your own city? What would you do if you no longer knew where you belong? What would you do if the love of your life was married? What would you do if everything went wrong? All these questions without any answer in any of the 220 pages of this novel
As a tourist in your own city, as a vagabond, drifting.
Characters in search of a home in their own home town. Characters in search of an answer that does not come. A group of losers create a band to save themselves.
To save themselves from what? It doesn’t matter. The important thing is to do something, to exist, to see what happens, to laugh.
It is a satirical novel. It took me three years to write it. It took me six years to think about it. It took me six months to translate it into English. It tells the story of a group of friends in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I make fun of an insensitive, unfair but fun Buenos Aires, where friendship has a beautiful value. I make fun of the bohemian life, the vices, the underground art, the violence, the chauvinism, the sex and the machismo. My intention was to write a comedy. To make people laugh. I laughed out loud while writing it because the characters already had enough autonomy in my head to let go of my control over them. I wanted to get away from the literary cliché, from descriptive boredom, from apparent depth. I wanted to write a literature that does not seem like literature but is alive, a literature that dances. Literature for me is not cinema but dance, movement. That is why the novel is narrated in the present continuous tense. I wanted to try to expose the question of what home means. I wanted to try to understand why I left Argentina. I wanted to forgive myself and understand myself. Every book I write helps me to review my life. I care about the process, not so much about the result. In the process of this book I discovered that home is not a place but the people I love.
