Freud would approve

Spanish Edition.

El Asalto (The Assault) by Reinaldo Arenas.

Was this fun or what! In a weird way, it is absurd and violently fun in its excesses, but the underlying content is horrible and that is the genius part about it; if you think in the outrageous acts some governments indulge in you could say they are beyond logic, crazy but they are not and worst of all, they are systemic.
You go in a bananas journey with the main character, searching for his mother to kill her, in a world that kills you for anything.

Heavy stuff aside, Arenas had a way with words, even in this hateful and absurd charade: he was a cheeky guy. Totally worth it.

Crazy like this.

Translation of picture above: 

“Victor Hugo's floor
Ass.
Ass.
Ass.
Ass.
Ass.
And when I end off screaming…”

Little note. If you haven’t read Arenas before, he was a peculiar writer, leaning to the surreal, sometimes difficult to read, but rewarding. Lyrical, critical, gritty and intense.