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JULIÁN CARAX CONCLUDES THE SHADOW OF THE WIND WITH A brief coda in which he gathers up the threads of his characters' fates in years to come. I've read many books since that distant night of 1945, but Carax's last novel remains my favorite. Today, with three decades behind me, I can't see myself changing my mind.
As I write these words on the counter of my bookshop, my son, Julián, who will be ten tomorrow, watches me with a smile and looks with curiosity at the pile of sheets that grows and grows, convinced, perhaps, that his father has also caught the illness of books and words. Julián has his mother's eyes and intelligence, and I like to think that perhaps he possesses my sense of wonder. My father, who now has some difficulty reading the book spines, even though he won't admit it, is at home, upstairs. I sometimes ask myself whether he's a happy man, a man at peace, whether our company helps him or whether he lives within his memories and within that sadness that has always followed him. Bea and I manage the bookshop now. I do the accounts and the adding up. Bea does the buying and serves the customers, who prefer her to me. I don't blame them.