There are messages that are already their own punchline. One such case is the case of the Spanish Bishop Xavier Novell, who last month asked the Pope to release him from his ecclesiastical office in order, as it became known a few days ago, to marry the thirteen-year-old author Silvia Calbollel (divorced, two children). Novell had been causing a stir outside the tiny diocese of Solsona for years because he had come out as a Catalan nationalist, written about exorcism, and said a few ugly things about homosexuals. Novell's photos, the youngest bishop of the Catholic Church in Spain at the age of 41 - dark hair, oily smile, flickering eyes, actually suitable for a film role in the trash sector - added enough hot salsa to the piquant details.
But she, Silvia Calbollel, was silent.
And she intends to remain silent.
The media spoke of their "erotic-satanic" novels, but that misses the point.
Calbollel writes romances on which she sprinkles snippets of kitchen psychology and bondage like powdered sugar on a marble cake.
Her “Amnesia Trilogy” (2016) is about a sixteen year old in Barcelona who has lost her memory.
Kyoto meets a hardened hooker in the old town, who immediately recognizes the plight of the poor girl, as hardened hookers do, and arranges it for one of her clients.
Jorge is a psychiatrist, lives in a huge apartment in the old town, wears slate gray shirts with skinny jeans and so on, and then something happens that is actually not allowed to happen (what about protection of minors?).
You the angel, he the devil
But before it happens, after “sessions” and “therapies”, on page 64 we get a deep insight into the tortured soul of the psychiatrist: “Her appearance is angelic, and I feel like Lucifer because I want to desecrate her.” So much to the satanic. In a constant change of perspective, we experience the unfolding amorous complication sometimes with the eyes of the sixteen-year-old, sometimes with those of the seducer who is twice his age. But what am I talking about eyes! It's the lips. For example on page 72: “He's looking at me. I look at him. We look at each other. My eyes change direction and now look at his sensual lips. He instinctively licks it off as if it were dry and fixes his gaze on mine. He looks at my lips. I look at his lips. We look at each other's lips.“It doesn't sound better in Spanish. Not guaranteed in Catalan either.
And maybe that's where the whole secret lies: bored bishop falls for the lust for meat, fueled by prose that actually makes you cry. Let's draw the curtain here. The bishop of Vic temporarily took over the leadership of the orphaned diocese of Solsona. His last name, what should you do, is Casanova.