Narrated in a brutal first-person, Madre mía is the author’s journey through a visceral path of comings and goings: on the one hand, the duty and the desire to take care of her sick mother, on the other, the force that drags her to live her own life, her need for building herself up away from the family boundaries, with all the complexity of that root, of that belonging.
LThe voice of a woman, bitter and human, confronts the readers with the question whether the sick person is a manipulative monster or if the monsters are those who feel that the sicks are the ones stealing their lives. Between the generosity and the selfishness, questions that interpellate women especially arise. Del Campo rebels, but something stays stuck deep inside: that murky and unsettling substance of the best literature. Marta Sanz, El País
Florencia del Campo manages to write literature in the world of corpses, where grief, so many times, gives credit to literary, pictorial therapies and workshops of people doing things. Once in a while, a hurt person comes out of these workshops writing a solid novel. Javier Divisa, Revista EÑE