Javier Luque

Born in Madrid (a brief eternity ago), I have lived in the Canary Islands for half my life and who knows where I will end up in the ever-smaller stretch I have left of bothering with my presence. I have been writing for so many years that Alzheimer's is beginning to be a comfortable illness for my spirit. For a while I directed, with half a dozen friends, the literary workshop 27etras, one of the pioneers in developing this work on the Internet. And now, with similar shamelessness, I correct and advise other writers to achieve the success that I have never had, I act shamelessly as a "ghost writer", and I have written my biography so many times for literary awards that will never be granted to me -even for some of those who have had the dubious pleasure of granting them-, for that prolific and frenetic presence in the virtual world that invades us, and for other literary purposes that I imagine I have run out of lies to adorn myself or I no longer distinguish them from the truth.

My stories, novels and everything else I write share cynicism and disenchantment, love and sex; they lack political correctness, they are so tolerant of the vices, virtues, customs or liberties of others that there will be those who call them libertines, sadists, scoundrels, or who knows.

And if you still think that the guy in the photo -a somewhat old photo by now, but my coquetry and laziness do not encourage me to change it- deserves to be followed or you are intrigued by something more about him, besides buying any other of the books for sale at Amazon -something I thank you very much for- you can visit javierluqueautor . com

Although I won't deny that I'm not prolific on either site, so perhaps the most useful thing to do is to write to me at jl @ 27etras . es and ask me questions, praise or even censure; I'm sure I'll respond.