[DeepL Translation - needs review] The whole comedy or drama of my life -I don't know yet what it is- depended on a match and a breath of wind, as the other one said. Do the great catastrophes of history depend on something less tenuous? I had just turned thirty; I was walking down a street in the Salamanca district -let's suppose it was Ayala street-; I picked up a cigarette; I tried to light it with my peut-être; there was no way: I took out my box of matches, for I am a man of foresight. ...
A mix between a novel and an essay
This is both a novel and an essay in one. The main character's wife, Luisa, loses her memory and we see how they can rebuild their life, with Luisa now being Blanca. This story is interrupted at times by the essay part, which cites many different authors and medical cases related to amnesia.
It was a pretty nice read, although the medical information is very outdated (the book was published in 1918). Same with the main character's view on women, it's very questionnable, but it matches the time