This is the first book I’ve read by this award-winning Cuban author. It combines ALL my favorite things: a detective with problems, exotic locale (Havana, Cuba), excellent plot, and dipping back into history where Hemingway himself wanders around. Just doesn’t get better than that. Ex-policeman Mario Conde comes briefly out of retirement, where he’s been pretending to be a writer and is in reality a drunk, to investigate the discovery of a 40-year dead body in the grounds of Ernest Hemingway’s house (now a museum). We follow Conde as he struggles with memories of Hemingway, traces the great man’s steps, and reflects on truth, justice, and the Cuban way. Well worth reading. I’m going to track down more of Fuentes’ books.
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