'Teresa Solana's second novel, makes you laugh so much the tears soon start to roll. Solana shoots from the hip: against the guardians of culture; against endogamy in universities; against journalists and the press; against conceited critics and writers. Nobody is spared. The writer is pitiless when handing out brickbats, but also generous with reminiscences and memory. The bloodhound Lluis Arquer, who helps the detective twins, is in homage to the detective by the same name created by Jaume Fuster. The reconstruction of the crime scene takes us back to Agatha Christie and Hercule Poirot.A" El Pais