NOVEDADES

Written while Mary Shelley was in a self-imposed lockdown after the loss of her husband and children, and in the wake of intersecting crises including the climate-changing Mount Tambora eruption and a raging cholera outbreak, The Last Man (1826) is the first end-of-mankind novel, an early work of climate fiction, and a prophetic depiction of environmental change. Set in the late twenty-first century, the book tells of a deadly pandemic that leaves a lone survivor, and follows his journey through a post-apocalyptic world that’s devoid of humanity and reclaimed by nature. But rather than give in to despair, Shelley uses the now-ubiquitous end-times plot to imagine a new world where freshly-formed communities and alternative ways of being stand in for self-important politicians serving corrupt institutions, and where nature reigns mightily over humanity—a timely message for our current era of climate collapse and political upheaval. Brimming with political intrigue and love triangles around characters based on Percy Shelley and scandal-dogged poet Lord Byron, the novel also broaches partisan dysfunction, imperial warfare, refugee crises, and economic collapse—and brings the legacy of her radically progressive parents, William Godwin and Mary Wollstonecraft, to bear on present-day questions about making a better world less centered around “man.” Shelley’s second major novel after Frankenstein, The Last Man casts a half-skeptical eye on romantic ideals of utopian perfection and natural plenitude while looking ahead to a greener future in which our species develops new relationships with non-human life and the planet.

Lady Grace Fairfax, witch, knows that something foul is at play that someone had betrayed Anne Boleyn and her coven. Wild with the loss of their leader and her lover, a secret that if spilled could spell Grace’s own end she will do anything in her power to track down the traitor. But there’s more at stake than revenge: it was one of their own, a witch, that betrayed them, and Grace isn’t the only one looking for her. King Henry VIII has sent witchfinders after them, and they’re organized like they’ve never been before under his new advisor, the impassioned Sir Ambrose Fulke, a cold man blinded by his faith. His cruel reign could mean the end of witchkind itself. If Grace wants to find her revenge and live, she will have to do more than disappear.

El Salvador, 1923. Graciela, a young girl growing up on a volcano in a community of Indigenous women, is summoned to the capital, where she is claimed as an oracle for a rising dictator. There she meets Consuelo, the sister she has never known, who was stolen from their home before Graciela was born. The two spend years under the cruel El Gran Pendejo’s regime, unwillingly helping his reign of terror, until genocide strikes the community from which they hail. Each believing the other to be dead, they escape, fleeing across the globe, reinventing themselves until fate ultimately brings them back together in the most unlikely of ways… Endlessly surprising, vividly imaginative, bursting with lush life, The Volcano Daughters charts a new history and mythology of El Salvador, fiercely bringing forth voices that have been calling out for generations.

Nothing ever happens in sleepy little Fairhill, Vermont. But this morning that will change. And one innocent question could be deadly. What have you done? The teenagers get their kicks telling ghost stories in the old graveyard. The parents trust their kids will arrive home safe from school. Everyone knows everyone. Curtains rarely twitch. Front doors are left unlocked. But Diana Brewer isn’t lying safely in her bed where she belongs. Instead she lies in a hayfield, circled by vultures, discovered by a local farmer. How quickly a girl becomes a ghost. How quickly a town of friendly, familiar faces becomes a town of suspects, a place of fear and paranoia. Someone in Fairhill did this. Everyone wants answers.

Molly Marks se gana la vida como guionista de comedias románticas para Hollywood, y por eso tiene claro que el «amor» es un fraude. La única vez en su vida que fue tan inocente como para enamorarse fue cuando salió con su novio del instituto, Seth, al que no ha visto desde hace quince años. Seth Rubinstein cree en el amor, en ese grandioso que nos tiene reservado el destino, a pesar de ser uno de los abogados especializados en divorcios más famosos de Chicago. Durante la última década, ha buscado a esa persona especial en innumerables citas y relaciones fracasadas. Sabe que su alma gemela está en algún sitio… pero, de momento, nadie puede compararse a Molly Marks, la primera chica que le rompió el corazón. Cuando los amigos de Molly la arrastran hasta Florida para asistir a la reunión de antiguos alumnos de su instituto, acaba santada al lado de Seth, como si los astros se hubieran confabulado. Después de demasiados Martinis, ambos deciden hacer una apuesta: quien consiga predecir el futuro de cinco parejas antes de la próxima reunión, tendrá que reconocer que el otro tenía razón sobre el amor. ¿La trampa? Ellos son la quinta pareja. Molly le asegura a Seth que la historia entre ellos no tiene remedio. Seth le promete que acabará irremediablemente enamorada de él. Ella cree que él está delirando, pero tiene cinco años para demostrarle que está equivocada. Divertida, sexy y llena de sentimiento, esta obra es perfecta para cualquier persona que crea en las almas gemelas, incluso en aquellas que se resisten a admitir que lo son.

«Cuando regresé a Francia, tras una ausencia de diez años, me informé a través de las pocas personas susceptibles de darme noticias de los miembros del grupo. No fueron noticias muy buenas, y me hicieron comprender aún mejor que el tiempo había pasado. Yo, que tan a menudo observaba el envejecimiento ajeno, tuve que acostumbrarme, a mi vez, a la idea de que mi juventud tocaba a su fin.» En la época en que tenía veinte años, el narrador conoció a varias personas con las que compartió complicidades y confidencias. Visitó con ellas lugares que en algunos casos ya no existen: un restaurante en el que comían hombres solitarios, un bar que regentaba una martiniquesa, ciertas calles de París, una casa en la Costa Azul… Era aquel un mundo elegante y sofisticado, de sastrerías, partidas de bridge, olor de pinares y noches interminables… Pero en el que, bajo el refulgente esplendor, también había recodos sombríos. Un mundo contenido en el estribillo de una canción titulada «Memory Lane».