I read it fast and didn't think much of it, much of the plot, the narrative, the characters. I finished it on my way to visit a friend in Madrid. Then, the day after, walking along the Castellana, I just sort of happened to think casually about it, and, the previous night's fine wine and its rough hangover being the open switch to the sesame of my mind, it blew me away. Somebody out there read it & help me making sense of it.
It spooks me some to think that stuff through on my own.
Here's a quote from the book; it's absolutely unrapresentative but I'll paste it anyway because i reckon it'll make you want to read it:
" All sex it's longing. Even as it happens. Because it happens against the crash of time".