The Mexican writer Fernanda Melchor poses for a portrait in the city of Puebla, on January 29, 2021. Hector Guerrero
Read this carefully before continuing: if this book had been written by a man, we could not get rid of the suspicious gaze towards its author, his machismo, the lubricity of porn when the imagination places a real person - a real woman - in the center of fantasy, especially if that role is not sought but only pursued by a heated mind that believes it has a right to its target.
And the feeling would be directed at the author because, if he is capable of recreating that lewd rapture, something is wrong with his head ...
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