Argentina 1992, and Felipe Felix narrates his attempts - part magical realism, part virtual reality and part drug-driven nightmare - to make sense of the War for the Islands in this violent, funny, occasionally tender but always credible and absorbing novel. Think Apocalypse Now meets Evita.
In dreams, at least, we all go back to look for it. You understand? It isn't the criminal who returns to the scene of the crime: it's the victim, in the tyrannical hope that they'll change the unfair result that's damaged them. Ask the English. How many of them do you think want to go back?