El Vértigo Horizontal / Horizontal Vertigo

Con mirada atenta y pulso firme, Juan Villoro se desdobla en periodista, transe nte, comprador de plumas, adulto nost lgico, padre responsable, brigadista de emergencia, y nos ofrece un testimonio de las m ltiples experiencias que la capital mexicana depara a todos y cada uno de sus agremiados. Convencido de que quiz la Ciudad de M xico no sea el lugar m s aconsejable para vivir, pero tambi n de que es tan intrincada y apasionante que resulta imposible abandonarla, Villoro propone este libro escrito desde la devoci n del urbanita recalcitrante y maravillado que se despliega como un rompecabezas infinito: los atajos viales, el cine de luchadores, los h roes nacionales, el comercio tepite o, la tramitolog a gubernamental, el enigma de las vulcanizadoras, las incontables multitudes, la ingesta de chile, los templos ancestrales. El autor tambi n narra ciertos pasajes autobiogr ficos, como el ltimo paseo con su abuela o el recuerdo de la colonia de casas abandonadas donde creci . Ya sea desde la propia experiencia o a trav s de la escucha y la investigaci n de las realidades ajenas, Juan Villoro compone un gran fresco del caos entra able y eterno que conforma la capital mexicana. El espacio en el que ya nada cabe, pero nada nunca sobra: Chilang polis. ENGLISH DESCRIPTION With a sharp-eyed and attentive look, and with a firm pen, Villoro unfolds into a journalist, a passerby, a street buyer, a nostalgic adult, a responsible father, an EMT, and offers a testimony of the multiple experiences that the city has in stored for each and every one of its residents Convinced that Mexico City may not be the most logical place to live, but also that it is so intricate and exciting that it is impossible to leave, Juan Villoro offers this book written from the devotion and commitment of a stubborn and amazed urbanite and unfolds like an infinite puzzle: the shortcuts within the city, the wrestling fighters, national heroes, the Tepite o open-air market, government red tape, the enigma of the vulcanizers, countless crowds at any given time, the over the top ingestion of chile, the ancestral temples. The author also narrates certain autobiographical events, such as the last stroll he took with his grandmother or his memories of the abandoned houses in the neighborhood where he grew up. Either from his own experience or through listening and investigating other people's realities, Juan Villoro composes a great fresco of the endearing and eternal chaos that makes up the Mexican capital. The space in which nothing else fits, but where nothing is superfluous: Chilangopolis.