Algunos historiadores califican de siglo idiota al siglo XIX. Esto es un error. Siglo estupido, sin duda; siglo bobo, quiza. Pero el rango de idiota debe reservarse para el siglo XX. El protagonista de esta novela es un idiota del siglo XX. De la segunda mitad del siglo XX, para ser mas exactos; lo que conlleva un grado superior y mas concentrado de idiotez. Victima de la insensatez zoologica de la segunda posguerra europea, nuestro personaje se empena en una afanosa y monotematica investigacion de la felicidad, que le conduce inexorablemente a la ruina. Dado el estremecedor futuro que se les anuncia a los idiotas fin de siècle, este libro debiera ser adoptado por todos los institutos de segunda ensenanza como manual de supervivencia. No evita la idiotez, pero ayuda a prevenirla. De otra parte, por haber sido escrito de un modo tan raro, prestigia a quien lo lee, y ya se sabe que el prestigio es uno de los mas eficaces encubrimientos de la idiotez. / Some historians call the twenty first century the Idiotic century. This is a mistake. Stupid century, without a doubt; Clueless century, maybe. But the rank of idiot should be reserved for the twentieth century. The protagonist of this novel is an idiot from the twentieth century. He is from the second half of the twentieth century, to be more exact; which entails a higher degree of more concentrated idiocy. A victim of the zoological stupidity of the second European post war period, our character insists on a tough and single subject research project into happiness, which drives him inexorably closer to ruin. Given the hair raising future announced to the idiots at the end of the century, this book should be adopted by all secondary education institutions as a guide to survival. It does not avoid idiocy, but helps to foresee it. On the other hand, due to having been written in such a strange way, it gives prestige to those who read it, and everyone knows that prestige is one of the most efficient cover ups for idiocy. - from Amzon