This comes heavily billed as in the school of Conrad and Kafka. Well, I didn't find that brooding sense of menace and doom. It's deceptively easy to read and only afterwards did I find that bitter taste of a complex character in the narrator. There's a shade of anti-capitalism in the portrait of Henry Ford, but also enough to enable some pity for a very powerful man surrounded by yes men.
Early in the morning the noise of fish jumping in the water startled me, as if I had heard gunshots. I tried to go to sleep lying on the deck. I was half asleep, my head resting on my arm, when I heard EnÃ©as and Roque talking. 'This guy is completely mad. After what he did at the post we are going to have problems. That's for sure,' Roque said. 'I don't think so. I think he did it to prove he has guts. All foreigners need to prove that here. Although I think he really is brave,' EnÃ©as answered.