Javier López Menacho
For this young writer, born in Jerez de la Frontera in 1982, his literary theme came disguised as a chocolate bar and his therapy in writing. Having learnt the basics on a master’s degree in Literary Creation at Barcelona’s Pompeu Fabra University, he started to write about the hardships of his most humiliating jobs at the end of each working day, almost as an exorcism. The result, Yo, Precario (Los Libros del Lince, 2013), was an unexpected success, though predictably so, thanks to its first-hand experience with liberal doses of tenderness and humour of the most corrosive effects of the economic crisis.
Update: 3 April 2014