Writing
Nefario Monzón's biography was (especially in the case of an
illiterate) as absurd as reading it now. It is therefore recommendable
that illiterates start off with easier-to-read things like logos,
traffic signals, epitaphs or dog names.
Self-defined by the author himself he is self-made man, in the sense
that, he himself admits that he could have given himself a bit more
nob.
His work is disconcertingly bad but, to compensate, broadly based.
In 1996, he planted a sycamore that was soon to be devoured by a herd
of goats.
In 1998, he didn't write a single novel.
In 1999, his wife, an orthopaedic shoe saleswoman, gave birth to his
son. The results of the DNA tests demonstrated that the real father
of the creature was the well-known, pint-sized, hispanic comedian,
Arévalo.