Sandunga prays each morning: “give us each day our daily alcohol, don’t abandon us during the night or the day” and then, having had his first slug of aguardiente, goes out to do as he wants, without pressure, without a goal, going with the flow. This is the plotless plot of this magnificent novel – with frequent tragedies, but always seen and narrated under the influence of his incredible delirium. As a result, Sandunga sits alongside other notable novels set in Mexico, such as Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry or Héctor Vázquez Azpiri’s Spanish-language Fauna, both interwoven with drunken binges. Sandunga lies somewhere between poignancy and hilarity, but is also a surprisingly lively experience.