Manolo, a private investigator is hired by and old friend to supervise and maintain the privacy of an affair the former is having with an old love of its youth, who now is married with a very prestigious but boring attorney. Nevertheless he double cross his client and decides to sell the information about the affair to the mother of his friend's lover.

However, this novel is really about a state of being. Manolo is a born loser, in every possible aspect of his life, incapable to consider any possible positive outcome to a situation. He lives several steps below the poverty line and his life circles around a group of people who are also miserable and without a possibility of redemption (or at least that is what they believe).

Simultaneously this characters spend most of their working days in hotel bars (how they pay their bill the author never bother to explain)and drink champagne in the mornings. So you are left wondering if they are so miserable how come they live the bohemian life of a depressed rich boy.

Everything in this book is sordid, it lacks any entertaining or literary value, and what its worst lacks any real insight into the lunatic nature of its characters. Do not believe the catchy phrases that the editor placed on the back cover of the book.