It is an essay in which he sets out his reflections on the monumental story of the nobleman, linking the reading with his own biography, with his enthusiasms and disappointments,
from his childhood in a rural environment to his life as an intellectual today.
Now that Spain is going through difficult times, I find refuge in a book by Antonio Muñoz Molina, a book that seems a little out of times yet very aware of everything: ‘El verano de Cervantes,’ published by Seix Barral. The journey is formidable. It is so because Cervantes has something of an unfinished enigma and clear wisdom, and a work of extreme grace set against the dry onslaught of an August.
It is in summer that Don Quixote's adventures take place, and Antonio Muñoz Molina has accumulated summers riding alongside him, thus reaching the age of 70.
