The Witch is dead. And the discovery of her corpse has the whole village
investigating the murder. As the novel unfolds in a dazzling linguistic
torrent, with each unreliable narrator lingering on new details, new
acts of depravity or brutality, Melchor extracts some tiny shred of
humanity from these characters--inners whom most people would write off
as irredeemable--forming a lasting portrait of a damned Mexican village.
Like Roberto Bolano's 2666 or Faulkner's novels, Hurricane Season
takes place in a world saturated with mythology and violence--real
violence, the kind that seeps into the soil, poisoning everything
around: it's a world that becomes more and more terrifying the deeper
you explore it.