Finally, the third and last volume of my trilogy is available for one hundred dollars. The reason for the high price is that in this final book I tell intimate things. If any fan reads Spanish and wants to read me for a more reasonable price, contact me by email (scroll down the page until you see ‘contact’ on the sidebar). The following is my translation of what appears on the back cover of the book:
This Volume III, From Jesus to Hitler, is the continuation of Vol. I, Whispering Leaves, and Vol. II, Will You Help Me? (*)
From Jesus to Hitler is a collection of auto-biographical vignettes and hard reflections on what has already been written: questions that had remained in the inkwell of the previous volumes.
The author of this trilogy (a trilogy that together represents 1,600 pages) is the first autobiographer who, in all seriousness, elaborates a philosophy in which the very legitimacy of the human species is questioned. If mankind deserves to exist from the moral point of view, it will have to eliminate the most primitive version of humans in order to give birth to a new man whose empathy for children and animals is, indeed, upstanding.
In the empirical world, such a transvaluation of all values can only be reflected by replacing the archetype of the nonexistent Jesus of Nazareth with that of a man who did exist: Adolf Hitler.
Tomorrow I will translate into English a book passage for this site.
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(*) Not sure if Whispering Leaves sounds well in English. Listening to the Wind Between the Leaves provides the idea, but it would be a long title. (Incidentally, about the other title, Will You Help Me?, it’s not me the one who a powerful reader of the future will have to help.)
Imagine a world in which war had not killed Hitler. The man was even a year younger than my granny Mecho. Had Uncle Adolf died of natural death at the age my long-lived granny died, in 1988 I would have shared thirty years of my existence with his! I can’t imagine a bigger crime against me than having taken that privilege away! Without the greatest crime of the modern age I could say that he was my contemporary…
