November Chronicles is a book of authentic poetry. Born of love, disagreements, pain. A poetry where sadness is assumed with courage and without melodrama. A book where human greatness and despicability is sung without make-up. It goes from the resonances of a transcendent Thomas Stuart Eliot, to the rawness of a Charles Bukowski, always transfixed with the musicality of a lyric close to an outrageous Jim Morrison.
Gabriel Vázquez Huerga is a poet of moving depths and intensities. He self-flagellates, but celebrates the greatness of the hard learning of that vital poem that is existence itself. He does not hide his victories or his sorrows. The torments make it grow. He does not give up and sings with his own voice and a poetic maturity hardly achieved in a first book.
November Chronicles, by the poet Gabriel Vázquez Huerga, has the charm of a clean, simple language, a light and effective metaphor, and an existential depth that passes more through the daily life of the human being than through libraries. The future waits for a poet of great dimensions, and Gabriel Vázquez Huerga, starts with everything necessary to be one.