Noche, noche, noche

On a plateau battered by cold and fog, Sara tries to sustain life with her bare hands: tending the garden, keeping a house standing that barely withstands the rain. The territory she inhabits is not just landscape. It is permeated by ancient mythologies and by something that seems to watch her every move. Here, so isolated, sanity is not a state of mind: it is a form of survival. Far away—or perhaps too close—Tomás is consumed by old age and his obstinacy in taming a seed. Though the mountain has other plans. After an accident, an improvised remedy opens a door that has long awaited discovery: lucid dreams that pull him into the memories of his father and grandfather, until he merges with other bodies, other times, other sorrows. Alongside them, Vladimir works the land and cares for animals. But the dreams also reach him, and what he finds of himself in them is irreversible. "Night, Night, Night" explores the blurred boundary between wakefulness and sleep, body and territory, intimate grief and ancestral catastrophe. Diana Obando weaves an incandescent novel, where the moorland thinks and remembers, where plants heal and overflow, where fire purifies and devastates. And where the characters must decide whether to let themselves be swallowed by the darkness, or whether to cling, stubbornly, to a fragile yet luminous form of hope.