Institut Ramon LLull

It’s 2004, Sri Lanka, and the Serrahima cousins are celebrating being old enough to enjoy everything that comes with their silver spoons without even having to hide much of their excesses from their parents. Born into a bourgeois family of hoteliers, their lives of privilege seem to be an endless summer of sex, cava and cocaine, but despite their escape in a private helicopter, the giant wave eventually deprives them each of their birthright.

With an over-the-top style that takes a page from Korean cinema, and chapter-long sentences that are tsunamis themselves, Pijuan takes aim at the parasitic world of tourism and the corrupt relationships in a morally bankrupt family business. The torrential prose in this three-part novel sweeps readers along through twenty years of the cousins’ lives, and its frenzied apotheosis will leave them gasping for air.