El Corredor O Las Almas Que Lleva El Diablo / The Racer or the Bats Out of Hell

«Alejandro V?zquez Ortiz condensa con gran acierto sus obsesiones literarias, las que lo ligan, ineludiblemente, a la m?s arriesgada y singular narrativa mexicana actual . -Emiliano Monge «El corredor es un alarido de metal y literatura cuya virtud primordial es llevar al lector a un paroxismo, a esa exaltaci?n propia de los derviches y pilotos cuyos b?lidos est?n avizorando, en fracciones de segundo, la pared donde habr?n de estrellarse, el fuego donde ser?n desgarrados por engranajes y ?ngulos enfurecidos. Alejandro V?zquez Ortiz ha logrado escribir un mecanismo narrativo cromado, con varias capas de pintura, donde conviven la violencia y la desesperaci?n, donde el v?rtigo y el vac?o son las ?nicas certezas. Aceite quemado, autopistas interminables que brillan en el desierto como pistones al rojo vivo, un terrapl?n de grava y concreto habitados por autom?viles, sangre y dolor. Esta novela no es ajena a un fetichismo, no es ajena a nosotros, humanos al borde de todo. Y eso es lo que la vuelve memorable . -Ram?n L?pez Castro ENGLISH DESCRIPTION



"Not so much the characters, but the cars, the engines, and the shattering sounds from terrible crashes are the protagonists of this novel about rhythm and speed. In The Racer, Alejandro V?zquez Ortiz encapsulates, with great accuracy, his literary obsessions, the ones that undoubtedly link him to the riskiest, most singular Mexican narrative of today." --Emiliano Monge "The Racer is a howl of metal and literature with the primordial virtue of taking the reader to a paroxysm, to that exaltation proper of dervishes and drivers whose bolides foresee, in a fraction of a second, the wall they will slam into, the fire where enraged gears and angles will tear them apart. Alejandro V?zquez Ortiz has managed to write a chromed narrative mechanism with several layers of paint, where violence and desperation live, where vertigo and emptiness are they only certainties. Burned oil, endless highways that glow in the desert as red-hot pistons, a gravel and concrete embankment inhabited by automobiles, blood, and pain. This novel is not foreign to fetichism, nor to us, humans on the edge of everything. And this is what makes it memorable." --Ram?n L?pez Castro