
Érase una vez el amor que tuve que matarlo
“A vibrant, cruel and acerbic novel. Written in a frenetic tone
that takes you headlong down a flight of stairs of the
hallucinating hustle and bustle of this young and brilliant writer.”
Edward Connolly, Philadelphia Inquirer
An egocentric novel, eclectic and furious. A book that goes beyond the boundaries of the Latin American literature we are accustomed to, Once upon time there was love but I had to kill it paints a harsh Colombia, thorny and almost invisible in which Bogota is a New York beneath the Ecuador and Cartagena a lifeless city. In this scenario, Reptil (Rep for his friends), protagonist of the novel, bursts on the scene like an iconoclast hero of cruel vitality, like a shameless teacher of the life of a jest, divided between aggressiveness and desperation. He wants to start a new life, forget the girl who abandoned him, get lost in the infinite disorder of the metropolis and invent one more story and, at the same time, endure his existence with his rock myths: the devastated love of Sid Vicious and Nancy and the internal chaos of Kurt Cobain. Medina presents us with a life that is decided on the front row, always two steps from the abyss, in an exuberant erotic spectacle and in passionate relationships, alternating anger and happiness, in which Rep lives marked by the tempestuous anxiety of liberation, which is, in the end, that of its author.