Reseña del libro "The Big Fusco (en Inglés)"
He’s wrong about almost everything. Almost.A comic, tender blend of Don Quixote and The Big Sleep: a widower in a trench coat plays detective in an Arizona retirement community.Every lawn is green. Every neighbor is smiling. The crime rate is zero. Ed Fusco isn’t buying it.In hundred-and-eight-degree heat, he protects his fellow residents from a crime wave only he can see: a retiree in witness protection, cigarettes smuggled out under a camper shell, a poisoned casserole, and an out-of-town syndicate hiding in the community budget. Every night he types up his case files for the one reader he still trusts, his late wife.All the while, he keeps being told:“It’s just pickleball, Ed.”The widow next door, who tells this story, starts riding along in his golf cart out of pity. She means to humor him. Instead, she begins to see what Ed keeps missing: behind the manicured lawns and relentless good cheer, something at Rancho Sereno really is going wrong, and it’s happening to the people least likely to be missed.The Big Fusco is also an unsparing novel about grief, dignity, and the particular foolishness of refusing to look away. There is no confession, no arrest, and no tidy bow. There is only a man in a trench coat who wouldn’t stop paying attention, and a neighbor who learned to.For readers of A Man Called Ove and Remarkably Bright Creatures. Read more
