{"product_id":"homens-aranhas","title":"Spider-Men","description":"\u003cp data-end=\"631\" data-start=\"72\"\u003eAn urban fable that exposes, with dark irony and precision, human fragility in a world where fear has become routine. The story follows a group of men threatened by everyday life, by the city, and by themselves. The absurd sets in slowly, like a news story that is all too plausible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-end=\"1242\" data-start=\"633\"\u003eThe novel acts as a mirror for a society living between panic and indifference, between the desire to disappear and the desire to be seen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\" data-end=\"1242\" data-start=\"633\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e“When reality starts to look like a cartoon, the only sensible thing to do is learn to walk on the walls,” \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-end=\"1242\" data-start=\"633\"\u003eA serious satire about emotional, political, and social precariousness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\"Today I woke up in a good mood. It took me only half an hour to get out of bed. I had breakfast on the street and went to work. I faced some pretty difficult tests. Popping balloons. An endless number of balloons. \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eI traveled a lot, a little bit across all the continents, armed with nothing but a spear, or, alternatively, a dart gun with which I eliminated the balloons, one by one. Pop! I couldn't let them touch me – they were toxic balloons, or poisonous, or something like that. Every time they touched me, I died, and I only had three lives, so I couldn't let them touch me. \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe hardest country was perhaps Denmark, because of the snow that fell at the same time as the balloons, blending in with them. It was a blood-curdling thrill: I never knew whether what was touching me was a lethal balloon or just a harmless snowflake.\"\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong data-end=\"1256\" data-start=\"1244\"\u003eRui Zink\u003c\/strong\u003e, born in Lisbon in 1961, is one of the most singular voices in contemporary Portuguese literature. A writer, teacher, and intellectual provocateur, he has built a body of work marked by irony, social criticism, and a rare ability to transform the everyday into revealing absurdity.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIn books such as O Destino Turístico, A Instalação do medo, or Hotel Lusitano, he explores the tension between fantasy and reality: humor as a sharp form of thought. In Homens-Aranhas, this tension reaches one of its most luminous points: a novel that amuses in order to hurt.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Relógio D'Água","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":52131388719370,"sku":null,"price":15.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0735\/2729\/6266\/files\/homens-aranhas.jpg?v=1763375747","url":"https:\/\/www.malditalivraria.com\/en\/products\/homens-aranhas","provider":"Maldita Livraria","version":"1.0","type":"link"}