La casa de mi padre

My Father's House | H&O, 2022

There is no plot, and there are no characters. This house is built as a monument. Welcome to the Pablo Acosta’s universe.

This isn’t a book, it’s a house. A house with its front door, halls, windows, bedrooms, a home office… A dwelling where the narrator lived in his youth and now he roams with his hands to build a memory palace. He allows in the tenuous light of the picture windows enabling us to pass through, down the wide hallway. Because, as in all houses, it’s dark at the end of the hall. This isn’t a book, it’s a house.