NOVEDADES

«Que la música salve por lo menos el resto de la noche, y cumpla a fondo una de sus peores misiones, la de ponernos un buen biombo delante del espejo, borrarnos del mapa durante un par de horas». Las armas secretas (1964) reúne cinco cuentos que forman parte de la mejor tradición del género. En medio de la excelencia de relatos como «Cartas de mamá», «Los buenos servicios» y «Las armas secretas», destacan dos obras maestras: «Las babas del diablo» (adaptado al cine por Antonioni en su recordada Blow up) y «El perseguidor», quizás el más perfecto y conmovedor homenaje a un genio del jazz como Charlie Parker.

«A vos que me leés, ¿no te habrá pasado eso que empieza en un sueño y vuelve en muchos sueños pero no es eso, no es solamente un sueño? Algo que está ahí pero dónde, cómo». Cuando Cortázar parecía haber alcanzado la perfección en el género, Octaedro (1974) aportó novedades en su maestría incomparable a la hora de escribir cuentos. Los ocho relatos que componen Octaedro —una figura tan geométrica como misteriosa, tan perfecta como reticente— entremezclan cierto contenido social y político que Cortázar había abordado en Libro de Manuel (1973) con sus temáticas más recurrentes: el amor, el sueño, la enfermedad, la muerte, el umbral entre lo cotidiano y lo fantástico. Pero, además, estos relatos funcionan como caras que, en su conjunto, van completando el sentido de la figura total: así, quien relata su propia muerte en «Liliana llorando» tendrá su contracara en «Las fases de Severo». Cada una de las tramas encuentra a lo largo de este libro continuaciones alternativas, extrañas formas de resonancia. Compacto y, al mismo tiempo, ilimitado; preciso y también impredecible, si a un libro de cuentos le cabe el atributo de novela encubierta, no hay dudas de que es a Octaedro.

Dear Reader, Just when you think it can't get any worse, the universe seems to take that as a personal challenge. The Devil's Backbone Society has their fingers everywhere. It's more than a secret society―it's a leash and a prison sentence. The elders insist it's about making connections that will help you for the rest of your life, but what they don't tell you is how long―or, in this case, short―your life might be. The society has already cost me―cost us. Blood. Sweat. Tears. Lives. Now, it may take more than what I have to give. A part of me wants to be here, wants to see this through to the end. But the rest of me? The rest of me worries that even if I watch my back, it won't be enough. How do I protect them? How do I protect these handsome, crazy, over-the-top men that I'm falling for? How do I save them from the society and themselves? And more importantly, how do I save myself?

The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle is a breathlessly addictive mystery that follows one man's race to find a killer, with an astonishing time-turning twist that means nothing and no one are quite what they seem. Aiden Bishop knows the rules. Evelyn Hardcastle will die every day until he can identify her killer and break the cycle. But every time the day begins again, Aiden wakes up in the body of a different guest at Blackheath Manor. And some of his hosts are more helpful than others. With a locked-room mystery that Agatha Christie would envy, Stuart Turton unfurls a breakneck novel of intrigue and suspense.

Solve the murder to save what's left of the world. Outside the island there is nothing: the world was destroyed by a fog that swept the planet, killing anyone it touched. On the island: it is idyllic. One hundred and twenty-two villagers and three scientists, living in peaceful harmony. The villagers are content to fish, farm and feast, to obey their nightly curfew, to do what they're told by the scientists. Until, to the horror of the islanders, one of their beloved scientists is found brutally stabbed to death. And then they learn that the murder has triggered a lowering of the security system around the island, the only thing that was keeping the fog at bay. If the murder isn't solved within 107 hours, the fog will smother the island―and everyone on it. But the security system has also wiped everyone's memories of exactly what happened the night before, which means that someone on the island is a murderer―and they don't even know it. And the clock is ticking.

Quinn Alexander has committed an unthinkable crime. To avoid spending her life in prison, Quinn makes a run for it. She leaves behind her home, her job, and her family. She grabs her passport and heads for the northern border before the police can discover what she's done. But when an unexpected snowstorm forces her off the road, Quinn must take refuge at the broken-down, isolated Baxter Motel. The handsome and kindly owner, Nick Baxter, is only too happy to offer her a cheap room for the night. Unfortunately, the Baxter Motel isn't the quiet, safe haven it seemed to be. The motel has a dark and disturbing past. And in the dilapidated house across the way, the silhouette of Nick's ailing wife is always at the window. Always watching. In the morning, Quinn must leave the motel. She'll pack up her belongings and get back on the road to freedom.