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Filiberto García, típico matón y antiguo verdugo de un general villista, tiene que terciar con el FBI y la KGB para desmantelar una intriga contra la paz mundial que se anida en las calles de Dolores de la Ciudad de México, el acriollado y mediocre barrio chino de la capital del país. Entre las tiendas de curiosidades y los restaurantes de comida cantonesa, detrás de los fumaderos de opio y los cafés de chinos, Filiberto García va descubriendo que la conspiración -aparentemente iniciada en Mongolia- tiene más relación con los vaivenes y amarguras de la política nacional que con las mafias orientales. Sin embargo, en su tortuoso camino deja atrás una docena de cadáveres y un amor trágico que, finalmente, acabarán revelando al vulgar asesino el verdadero significado de su vida. Considerada una de las piezas clave en la novela negra mexicana.
A bitter drunk forsakes civilization and takes to the Mexican jungle, trapping animals, selling their pelts to buy liquor for colossal benders, and slowly rotting away in his fetid hut. His neighbors, a clan of the Lacodón tribe of Chiapas, however, see something more in him than he does himself (dubbing him Wise Owl): when he falls deathly ill, a shaman named Black Ant saves his life-and, almost by chance, in driving out his fever, she exorcises the demon of alcoholism as well. Slowly recovering, weak in his hammock, our antihero discovers a curious thing about the mosquitoes' buzzing, "which to human ears seemed so irritating and pointless." Perhaps, in fact, it constituted a language he might learn-and with the help of a flute and a homemade dictionary-even speak. Slowly, he masters Mosquil, with astonishing consequences... Will he harness the mosquitoes' global might? And will his new powers enable him to take over the world that's rejected him? A book far ahead of its time, His Name Was Death looks down the double-barreled shotgun of ecological disaster and colonial exploitation-and cackles a graveyard laugh.
Only a couple of days before the state visit of the President of the United States, Filiberto García - an impeccably groomed "gun for hire," ex-Mexican revolutionary, and classic anti-hero - is recruited by the Mexican police to discover how much truth there might be to KGB and FBI reports of a Chinese-Mongolian plot to assassinate the Soviet and American presidents during the unveiling of a statue.García kills various bad guys as he searches for clues in the opium dens, curio shops, and Cantonese restaurants of Mexico City's Chinatown - clues that appear to point not to Mongolia, but to Cuba. Yet as the bodies pile up, he begins to find traces of slimy political dealings: are local gears grinding away in these machinations of an "international incident"? Pulsating behind the smokescreen of this classic noir are fierce curses, a shockingly innocent affair,smoldering dialog, and unforgettable riffs about the meaning of life, the Mexican Revolution, women, and the best gun to use for close-range killing.
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