This is a great little book about a great big idea - namely, art as life, life as art. In the story, a man loses his ability to speak and instead expresses his ideas through his paintbrush, painting a long and haunting canvass that flows like a muddy stream from one turn to the next.
It's as pretty in English as a friend said it was in Spanish and I believe it, because it's beautiful and delicate and full of longing and the desire to KNOW. To KNOW, to UNDERSTAND.
Sometimes when people set out to find what they want, they don't want what they find. But The Missing Year of Juan Salvatierra is much more than that.