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Acknowledgements

Always in debt, I can never be thankful enough for the help and support that colleagues, friends and family have given me. From here and from overseas. It’s fun to see how literature leaps oceans. Colleagues go first: I owe Vickie Olsen Osterberg big time; she was a great help to me at the beginning of this project. David Río Raigadas opened the door and he didn’t leave the room until the end. Who knows if I would have ever got inside if it hadn’t been for him. Thanks. And thanks to many other colleagues that have helped me, even though they didn’t even know: Amaia Ibarraran, Eduardo Barros, Monika Madinabeitia, Begoña Sarrionandia, Mar Felices, Eva Gómez and Irene Balza. Carme, thanks for this great opportunity. And I need to say that I will always be in debt with Mormon literary criticism, in general, and with the many Mormon writers that keep writing, whether they are A or B. They are all W: writers.

Phyllis deserves a paragraph of her own. She deserves a room of her own, a pretty room with sea sight. She sang and I listened to her. Next time, I will dare dance.

You always write your life, even when you are writing about somebody else’s. My father, Ángel, taught me a few valuable lessons: one is to love those who love you. That is why he’ll be the next one to be mentioned: wherever you are, dad, it is still very close. My mom, Nieves, made so light the burden on my shoulders: you gave me strength, mom. Jose and Ameli, smiles are priceless; countless the days you made it easier for me. Emi, Mitxel… thanks for the release. My brother, Álvaro, a fine scholar himself, showed me the right path to follow. It is always comforting to have someone to share your professional misfortunes. It wouldn’t have been possible without him. Finally, she doesn’t need a line in my acknowledgements, but Isa knows that she’s the best secret that I keep. She is the veil that parted between me and happiness. She’s the happy ending in this book.

I promise that we’ll celebrate it—whatever “it” is; you know, I, like Phyllis, don’t like close endings. And many others that I didn’t mention, but I don’t forget, will join us. I promise—though I also promised that I wouldn’t be one of those guys writing long and soppy acknolewdgements, and you see me now. Anyway, from here on, I’ll do my best to honor your precious help.