The train arrived at about six o’clock on a cold, wet November morning. The fog was so thick it was almost impossible to see. I was wearing my coat collar up and my hat shoved down around my ears, but still the fog penetrated all the way to my bones. The apartment where Leonidas lived was in a neighborhood far from the center of town

Like a dream, Amparo Dávila’s fictional realm is filled with signs and symbols, with hybrid creatures who appear to defy the laws of nature.