Una novela experimental y ut pica que narra el nacimiento, la vida y la muerte de una conciencia colectiva.
"Lo que quiero decir es que la locura es un derecho". As comienza El Gato en el remolino, una novela experimental y ut pica que relata la historia del surgimiento, desarrollo y extinci n de una conciencia colectiva conocida como el Animal.
El libro cuenta la historia de un mundo que resulta a la vez deseable y aterrador a lo largo de los pr ximos 377 a os. Comienza en medio del relato. En el Caribe. Avanza lentamente, siguiendo con rigor la forma de un espiral narrativo a trav s de ciclos de destrucci n. Luego regresa a nuestro presente, para que podamos contemplar c mo nuestro mundo se transforma en aquel otro. Su protagonista es una conciencia colectiva: el Animal. Nace. Crece y aprende. Muere. Es llorado por diosas cibern ticas. Tambi n grita: La soledad es una enfermedad colectiva Defendamos nuestro derecho a la locura Valientes no son quienes resisten, sino quienes se atreven a soltar
The post-colonial birth, life, and death of the collective consciousness known as the Animal.
Middle-aged streamer twins in Bayam n, Puerto Rico, are the first human beings to successfully connect--sharing their consciousness across 34 translucent cables. In that moment, the Animal is born, an intracerebral force that quickly grows to encompass anthills of synaptically entwined bodies, a floating library kitchen redolent of rice and beans far above the Mississippi river, and a transhuman compound in a future Cuba on the Isle of Youth.
Circling back and forth and ever progressing, Animal Spiral moves through 400 years of human, and then post-human history, beginning with a revolution on the streets of San Juan and ending with five brilliant siblings: the Squash (humanoid), Calima (beetles), Yemay (eels), Coatlicue (serpents), and Jurac n (anthropomorphic birds), who have millions of bodies and all the world's intelligence, but only want to no longer be alone. This is a buoyant, joyous ode to possibility, a warning about the dangers of neglecting what makes us human, and an astonishing exercise of the flexibility and capacity of liminal spaces. Loneliness is a collective disease We defend our right to madness Brave are not the ones who resist; brave are the ones who let go