Absolum, by Carlos Lloró, is one of those rare works where, although it may seem that a particular event is being narrated, the act of reading is itself the event. It is not a crime report—yet it is one. Just as we are not merely reading a book of chronicles or a manuscript, but testimonies of the now and the after—or rather, of a time outside of time. Something has happened, and we are part of that mystery. Lieutenant Alsacio Aravena’s Report places us at a point of convergence by presenting the materials: a house, a book, corpses—an enigma. Even before the narration begins, we can glimpse a network of relationships, with an inside and an outside—of the house, the book, and the bodies. These will be the boundaries of what took place in Los Pinos. From the start, we are witnesses; we are part of the story. And later, we will see just how deeply we ourselves are entangled in these events.