Back to Blood: A Novel

de Tom Wolfe

por 14,99 $

A big, panoramic story of the new America, as told by our master chronicler of the way we live now.

As a police launch speeds across Miami's Biscayne Bay-with officer Nestor Camacho on board-Tom Wolfe is off and running. Into the feverous landscape of the city, he introduces the Cuban mayor, the black police chief, a wanna-go-muckraking young journalist and his Yale-marinated editor; an Anglo sex-addiction psychiatrist and his Latina nurse by day, loin lock by night-until lately, the love of Nestor's life; a refined, and oh-so-light-skinned young woman from Haiti and her Creole-spouting, black-gang-banger-stylin' little brother; a billionaire porn addict, crack dealers in the 'hoods, "de-skilled" conceptual artists at the Miami Art Basel Fair, "spectators" at the annual Biscayne Bay regatta looking only for that night's orgy, yenta-heavy ex-New Yorkers at an "Active Adult" condo, and a nest of shady Russians. Based on the same sort of detailed, on-scene, high-energy reporting that powered Tom Wolfe's previous bestselling novels, BACK TO BLOOD is another brilliant, spot-on, scrupulous, and often hilarious reckoning with our times.

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Ficción Novela Literatura norteamericana y canadiense

Leidos en la Web (11 artículos)

Washington Independent Review of Books : Back to Blood (28 de enero de 2013)

There is very little magical writing: pretty much a reportorial this-happens-then-that-happens, very few memorable passages amidst the arid desert of his prose.

Financial Times UK : Tom Wolfe’s latest novel reviewed (02 de noviembre de 2012)

Back to Blood is as fraudulent as the forged paintings at the centre of its plot, falling victim to the social diseases it pretends to diagnose: gigantism, self-indulgence, superficiality masking as profundity, a hyperactive, hyperbolic acquisitiveness and an endless taste for the crudely obvious.

London Evening Standard UK : Race is all the rage as Wolfe takes on Miami (01 de noviembre de 2012)

Nobody else writes like this and it is still an astonishingly extravagant performance in its own way. He’s tireless, it seems. The reader tires, though.