After being left by his partner, Jonás put his life on hold. He does not accept the area of the city where he has gone to live, he has lost his passion for what was his art - photography - he has increasingly sporadic and empty contact with his parents, and he clouds his nights with alcohol. The only things that seem to keep him alive are his friendship with Sergio and the long swims the two take in the pool. But is that enough to keep him from slipping through the fabric of the world?
The novel has a constant, almost hypnotic pace, that of breaststroke swimming, the protagonist's favourite style, and until more than halfway through it does not fully reveal its true nature, seeming merely to be the narration of the fall of a character of little depth.
Then things liven up and become more complicated, but it is perhaps a little too late, and then the author puts too much on the plate all at once, a too much that culminates in a long chapter that uncomfortably resembles ‘Eyes Wide Shut’.
A novel that could have been interesting, but ends up tiring without conveying much to the reader.

There was much to enjoy here, but I found I couldn't connect with it. I'd read more from this author in the future though.