Books
His novel No se lo Digas a Nadie (Don't Tell Anyone) inspired a screenplay in 1998 directed by Francisco Lombardi starring Santiago Magill and Christian Meier. He wrote other novels, all of them on politics, sexual freedom and friendship. Several of his books contain recurring semi-autobiographical elements (e.g. bisexual cocaine using Peruvian newscaster who moves to Miami). The character for "El Cojo" is supposedly based on his father who was also crippled. His characters are often heartless, and reflect moral ambivalence, which makes it difficult to identify with them.
- No se lo Digas a Nadie (Don't Tell Anyone) (1994); film by Francisco Lombardi in 1998.
- Fue Ayer y No Me Acuerdo (It Was Yesterday, I Don't Remember It) (1995).
- Los Últimos Días de La Prensa (The Last Days of La Prensa) (1996).
- La Noche es Virgen (The Night Is Virgin) (1997).
- Yo Amo a Mi Mami (I Love My Mommy) (1999).
- Los Amigos que Perdí (The Friends I Lost) (2000).
- Aquí no hay Poesía (There Is No Poetry Here) (2001)
- La Mujer de mi Hermano (My Brother's Wife) (2002), film by Ricardo de Montreuil in 2005.
- El Huracán Lleva tu Nombre (The Hurricane Has Your Name) (2004)
- Y de Repente, Un Ángel (Suddenly, An Angel) (2005), finalist of Premio Planeta
- El Canalla Sentimental (The Sentimental Jerk) (2008).
- El Cojo y el Loco (The Crippled And The Crazy) (2009).
- Morirás Mañana: El Escritor Sale a Matar (You Will Die Tomorrow: The Writer Goes On to Kill) (2010).
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“In books one finds golden mansions and women as beautiful as jewels.”
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