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By Tomas Eloy Martinez

A hypnotic novel within which an American student's quest to discover the best residing tango singer leads him deep into the labyrinth of Argentina's previous.
It is 2001, and inflation is spiraling uncontrolled in Argentina as Bruno Cadogan, an American graduate pupil focusing on Borges, arrives in Buenos Aires. Cadogan is at the path of Julio Martel, an elusive tango singer rumored to be even greater than Carlos Gardel, the best singer of the Twenties and '30s. Martel hasn't ever recorded and his unusual, strong performances, at probably arbitrary websites round the urban, are constantly unannounced.

Cadogan reveals accommodation in a boarding condominium rumored to be the atmosphere of the well-known Borges tale "The Aleph," and shortly unearths himself drawn into the tangle of legends surrounding the singer's lifestyles. because the monetary pressure grows and the town hovers at the verge of riots, Bruno starts to think that Martel's more and more infrequent performances are in reality faraway from random―that they in its place shape a map of the darkest moments within the city's past.

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