Let No One Sleep

By Juan José Millás and Thomas Bunstead

An odyssey of operatic proportions, featuring an obsession-fueled taxi driver

After Lucía loses her job at an IT firm, she has a vision of her future career as a taxi driver, brought on by the intoxicating opera floating through her apartment’s air vent. She obtains her taxi license and meets the neighbor responsible for the music. Calaf is the man’s name, which also happens to be the name of the character in Puccini’s Turandot and the bird Lucía received on her tenth birthday from her long-since-dead mother. When he moves out of her building, Lucía becomes obsessed, driving through Madrid and searching for him on every corner, meeting intriguing people along the way. What follows is a phantasmagoria of coincidence, betrayal, and revenge, featuring Millás’s singular dark humor.

Let No One Sleep is a delirious novel in which the mundane and extraordinary collide, art revives and devastates, and identity is unhinged by the treacherous forces of contemporary society.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bellevue Literary Press
• Release date: Aug 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9781942658948

Juan José Millás

Juan José Millás escritor y periodista español (Valencia, 1946). En su obra, traducida a más de veinte lenguas y ganadora de algunos de losprincipales premios, destacan las novelas Cerbero son las sombras (1975, Premio Sésamo), Visión del ahogado (1977), El jardín vacío (1981), Papel mojado (1983), Letra muerta (1984), El desorden de tu nombre (1987), La soledad era esto (1990, Premio Nadal), Volver a casa (1990), Tonto, muerto, bastardo e invisible (1995), El orden alfabético (1998), No mires debajo de la cama (1999), Dos mujeres en Praga (2002, Premio Primavera), Laura y Julio(2006), El mundo (2007, Premio Planeta y Premio Nacional de Narrativa), Lo que sé de los hombrecillos (2010), La mujer loca (2014), Desde la sombra (2016), Mi verdadera historia (2017), Que nadie duerma (2018), La vida a ratos (2019) y Solo humo (2023), además de libros de relatos y recopilaciones de artículos. También es autor de La vida contada por un sapiens a un neandertal (2020), La muerte contada por un sapiens a un neandertal (2022) y La conciencia contada por un sapiens a un neandertal (2024), las tres escritas junto con Juan Luis Arsuaga. Es colaborador habitual del diario El País, donde sus columnas y artículos destacan por la sutileza, la ironía y la originalidad para tratar los temas de actualidad, así como por su compromiso social, y del programa A vivir de la Cadena SER. Además de los mencionados, ha sido galardonado, por su labor como periodista, con los premios Mariano de Cavia, Miguel Delibes, Francisco Cerecedo, Vázquez Montalbán y Don Quijote, y con el Premi de les Lletres 2022 de la Generalitat Valenciana.

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PART

ONE

1

SEEING HERSELF IN THE MIRROR, Lucía said, That fat woman is me.

This was not said insultingly; she wasn’t being mean to herself. She, after all, was pretend thin rather than fat. So her mother had said when she was a girl, while brushing her hair after getting her out of the bath one day, Look at your thighs. You’re pretend thin, like most wading birds are.

In bed that night, the girl puzzled over the contradiction. Why did she look thin if she was actually fat? She was to spend the next several days searching for pictures of wading birds in books, then checking her thighs, and throughout the rest of her life she monitored herself obsessively, worried that her body would eventually give her away. But she made it through the rest of childhood and adolescence without the physical changes inherent in that transition doing anything to alter her mother’s pronouncement. At no point did the subtle proportions of the wading bird desert her, and these, as she came to see in time, had the effect of blurring the line between abundance and nimbleness.

At the place where Lucía worked, there was a pathologically obese woman who died upon suddenly losing weight. To begin with, everyone put it down to how fat she had been, but then they put it down to how slim she had become. Her death confirmed people’s suspicions, whatever they were, given they were impossible to substantiate either way. The day after she died, the company, an app-development firm that also installed, configured, and maintained IT systems, filed fraudulently for bankruptcy and shut down.

The world was full of programmers younger and better equipped than Lucía, and now the thought of her work prospects produced a physical unease in her, which grew more intense as she left the company building and hailed a taxi—her car was at the mechanic’s. She had a cardboard box full of her belongings, like good-bye moments in movies. These were:

a snail shell from the beach that she used as a paperweight

a ceramic cup and a box of green-tea bags

a Spanish-English dictionary

a dictionary of synonyms and antonyms

a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste

a jar of moisturizer

a box of tampons

a notebook she used for working out algorithms

a pair of thick wool socks for when the heating was down low or the air-conditioning up high

a nail-cutting kit: scissors, file, and cuticle scissors

a toilet roll and two packets of Kleenex

a packet of energy bars

a packet of disposable paper panties

The taxi driver turned out to be a programmer as well; when his company folded, he had been unable to find work again in the sector.

With the payout and some savings, he told Lucía, I bought myself a taxi license, and now I’m my own boss.

And you make enough money? she asked.

There’s the initial outlay to cover, but then, yes, if you put in the hours, you can live off it. In spite of Uber and Cabify, all that lot. But you do have to enjoy it. I love going around all day, meeting new people, listening in as they chat away in the backseat. You get into all kinds of scrapes. Plus, I imagine I’m in a different city every day. New York, Delhi, Mexico …

Which city are you in today? Lucía asked.

Today—Madrid.

But you don’t need to imagine that; we’re in Madrid.

"But my thing is that I need to convince myself. He held up a self-hypnosis book he had on the passenger’s seat. It’s like when you succeed in imagining what you’re doing and doing what you’re imagining, all at the same time, the anxiety in your life goes away. I used to be a really anxious person, but I dealt with it and now I’m able to be in Madrid when I’m in Madrid."

Right, said Lucía.

And when you manage to get mind and body in the same place, reality takes on this extraordinary glow. Believe me.

Like when you imagine you’re making a tortilla while you’re making a tortilla, she said, her irony lost on the man.

Exactly. Or like imagining you’re having sex at the same time as actually having sex.

She said nothing to this; it had to be a come-on. She caught the man’s eye in the rearview mirror, and though he was nice-looking enough, she thought it wasn’t the moment.

It was midmorning when she arrived at her apartment. She put the cardboard box down by the front door. Rosi, who came and did three hours of cleaning twice a week, was doing the vacuuming. Lucía asked her to take a seat before telling her she was going to have to let her go, at least until she herself found another job. Rosi coolly heard her out and, after they’d settled up, left the vacuum cleaner where it stood, without unplugging it. Before going out, she took the apartment keys from her pocket and flung them onto the sofa, though they bounced off and landed on the floor near Lucía’s feet. Lucía hadn’t expected thanks, but she’d anticipated at least a rundown of the chores.

The dishes Lucía had left in the sink had been washed up. She moved the vacuum cleaner aside with her foot, took two steps, and stopped in the middle of the kitchen–living room. She stood doing nothing, feeling afraid, as though having found herself in an apartment that wasn’t her own. And really, at that hour of the morning, it wasn’t. She took her shoes off and went through to the bedroom to see if the bed had been made. The atmosphere felt slightly sinister to her; the building was completely silent, like everyone had fled following a nuclear attack warning.

The bed had also been made.

She went into the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror, and it was then that she said, not in an insulting way, That fat woman is me.

Then opera music started to play. At first, she thought it was inside her head, but then she realized it was coming through the air vent above the bath. She didn’t like opera and wasn’t in general very musically attuned, but there was something about this—a sort of eavesdropping, without knowing where the music was coming from—that hit her like a truck. She owned a CD of Maria Callas arias that had come free with a Sunday supplement sometime before. She had put it on one day, simply for something to do, but turned it off after a couple of minutes because it made her feel uneasy. The aria coming through the air vent was the first one from that CD; she recognized it straightaway from the familiar unease it produced. Now, however, sitting on the edge of the bidet and listening, she was in rapture. Before long, idiotic tears were flowing down her cheeks.

Something’s going to happen, she said.

This was a phrase she had spoken thousands of times in her life, though it did not, in general, precede anything happening. She had gotten it from her mother, who would sometimes stop mid-action and say, Something’s going to happen, followed by a vacant look coming over her. Then, since nothing happened (nothing visible at least), she would go the rest of the way down the stairs, or finish brushing her hair, or whatever it was she had been doing before the sudden stoppage. Lucía had inherited that sense of some vague but threatening event being constantly just around the corner.

But there had been one occasion, on the day of her tenth birthday, to be precise, when something had happened. Since it was a Sunday, the girl had run into her parents’ bedroom the moment she woke up and asked for her present, about which the only clue she’d been given was that it was a surprise. While her father got out of bed to fetch it, her mother sat up and said, Something’s going to happen.

At that moment, Lucía’s father came back in with a bird in a cage. Its beak looked disproportionately long and its feathers were so black as to look blue. Its head shifted nervously from side to side, as though it was looking around for someone it knew, first with the left eye, then with the right. At the girl’s ambivalent look, her father said, It was your mother’s idea.

Her mother then went over to the cage, pursed her lips, and made a sort of click with her tongue, which seemed to soothe the creature.

It’s called Calaf, she said. It’s come all the way from China.

Can I pet it? Lucía asked.

Once it gets to know you.

There was a party for the girl in the afternoon, with family and various school friends invited. The plan had been to celebrate out in the garden, but it had rained in the night and the grass was wet. Everyone was, therefore, inside, in the kitchen, where the girl had just blown out her ten candles and her father was handing out slices of cake to the children. It was then that Lucía noticed her mother had disappeared, and she went to look for her in the living room. There was no sight of her, but something prompted Lucía to look out into the garden, where, she found, her mother was crouching down to pee. The scene made the girl uncomfortable, though she explained it away, imagining that perhaps the downstairs bathroom had been occupied.

She watched as her mother lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and crouched down, only for a blackbird to then drop from the sky like a missile, crashing beak-first into her head. Lucía heard the sound of the bird’s neck breaking on impact, and the crunch of her mother’s skull. Both mother and bird fell to the ground, unconscious or dead. Lucía was rooted to the spot, unable to move or cry out, as always tended to be her way when it came to any moment of conflict in her life.

Her father, having noticed mother and daughter missing, came in and, seeing the girl staring in horror out of the window, opened the door and went into the garden. In the time it took for him to find Lucía’s mother, and without his being able to see—the mother had ducked down to pee behind some shrubs—Lucía saw a kind of soap bubble with smoke suspended inside it emerge from the bird’s beak before entering her mother’s mouth, squeezing its way in between her lips. With that, she came around. Lucía’s father found her, and Lucía saw her trying to explain what had happened, pointing now to her head, which was bleeding profusely, and then to the dead bird.

With the help of Lucía’s father, she pulled her panties up and, leaning on him, returned inside. One of Lucía’s uncles, a doctor, was there, and he, examining the wound, said it needed stitches.

Maybe a tetanus shot, too, he said.

Her mother and father hurried off to the hospital and the party continued under the supervision of the remaining adults. Lucía pretended to be having a good time, and she even made an effort to do so, but the events of earlier on meant she found it hard to throw herself into the proceedings fully.

Her parents came back three or four hours later, by which time all of Lucía’s friends had been picked up. Her mother had a bandage on her head, with a shaved patch around it. Part of her head had been shaved. But she felt fine, she assured them, in spite of the ten stitches—ten, the age Lucía now was.

Her mother and father had a drink, everyone saying what a crazy thing it was to have happened, and her father then suggested they go out and take a look at the dead bird. It was dark by this time and there were no outside lights, so they took the powerful flashlight with them from the garage. Lucía thought the bird looked like Calaf, the bird she’d been given as a birthday present.

It’s a giant blackbird, said her father.

Lucía’s uncle, the doctor, wasn’t so sure. Though the orange beak looked like a blackbird’s, the creature was closer in size to a crow. Both thought the best thing would be to put it in a plastic bag and then in the trash. Her mother, though, said they ought to bury it where it lay, and nobody dared argue. So Lucía’s father brought a shovel from the garage, dug a grave, and dropped the bird inside before covering it over with soil. The girl’s uncle said his good-byes and then it was time for

Reviews for Let No One Sleep

[felliot-1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I received an advanced reader's copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.From the Shadows, Juan Jose Millas' first book to be published in North America, was a dark and compelling theatre of the absurd. Let No One Sleep is a comic opera fueled by obsession, identity, revenge, and lots of Pucinni. Lucia is a computer programmer turned taxi driver who is obsessed with finding the actor who used to be her neighbor and played the music of Turnadot loud enough that she could hear it through the vents in her bathroom. Lucia spends her days (and nights) traveling the streets of Madrid (and in her mind, Beijing) looking to pick him up. Along the way she meets an amazing collection of people.Buckle up, its going to be a great ride because something is going to happen!

[nancyadair-1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The 2017-2018 concert season of the Detroit Symphony Opera concluded with a performance of Puccini’s Turnadot. Maestro Slatkin suffered a serious health crisis, and Jader Bignamini replaced him. Bignamini was such a hit, he was hired as the new director to replace the retiring Slatkin.It was a marvelous experience. I finally heard the famous Nessun Dorma performed live. But…the opera’s story left me disconcerted. Turnadot is a beautiful princess who is determined she will not be possessed by a man. Suitors must answer riddles, and if they fail, they are cruelly put to death. Into town comes a deposed ruler and his son who goes by the name of Calaf. Calaf fails in love–or, lust–when he sees Turnadot and determines he will possess her. When he is able to answer the riddles, her offers Turnadot an out: if she can guess his identity before daybreak, she can put him to death. That night, no one in the city can sleep, and Calaf sings the famous aria where he imagines daybreak fulfilling his dream of having Turnadot. Yes, it’s a story of sexual obsession of an ice princess, a male fantasy of desire.Let No One Sleep by Juan Jose Millas takes the Turnadot story into Madrid, Spain. Lucia has little interest in opera, but hearing Nessun Dorma waft up through the floorboards, she fantasizes about the man living below her. She goes to his door and is smitten. He looks like a bird man to her. He tells her his name is Calaf. Then, he moves out.Lucia has a thing about birds, ever since she received a bird named Calaf for a birthday present. She saw her mother’s decline and death, bringing on the appearance of a bird. She becomes obsessed with Nessum Dorma, applies makeup to look like the Chinese princess Turnadot, and dreams of a sexual encounter with the man.After losing her job, Lucia becomes a taxi driver. She tells her tale of obsessions to one of her customers who says she knows the man and that he is an actor. Lucia is convinced that fate will bring them together, that some day he will get into her taxi. She goes to great lengths to be prepared for their sexual union.That doesn’t stop her from bedding other men in the meantime. Driving her taxi around Madrid, using a map of Beijing while she imagines she is in China, she meets quite a number of men.Real doesn’t mean realistic. More than that, a real work of art should not be realistic. Reality and realism have nothing to do with each other, though most people get the two mixed up.from Let No One Sleep by Juan Jose MillasIt’s a wild ride, at times hilarious and other times creepy, with an unexpected complication and a shocking ending. The use of the fantastic takes readers into a deeper understanding. Lucia’s obsession reflects Calaf’s sexual obsession in Turnadot, and the her angry last acts reflects Turnadot’s ruthlessness.I received an ARC from the publisher. My review is fair and unbiased.

[psychomamma · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

This book has the singular distinction of being the weirdest book I have ever read. I wouldn't have even finished it but I had insomnia and it was the book beside the bed. However, the ending did surprise me, so I gave it 3 stars for the ingenuity.

[José Antonio Lopera Vilchez · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

A clean prose. A good book. (Translated from Spanish)

[Tina Glez · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

A novel that I couldn't stop reading, in my opinion, a masterpiece, which is difficult for me to analyze despite its clear prose but deep plot. Lucía loses her job as a computer programmer and decides to become a taxi driver; she will meet many people with whom she will become involved while falling in love with her neighbor, an opera lover. She becomes obsessed with him and lives in a dreamy world filled with both erotic and somewhat fantastic, humorous, tragic, uncomfortable situations, all full of betrayal that lead her to strong memories of her tenth birthday when she experienced a traumatic event. This is the best book I have read by the author, considering that I still have not read all of his work. (Translated from Spanish)

[Pilar1970 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Short book, easy to read, that disorients you a bit during its reading. But just for its uncommon and surprising ending, it is worth reading. (Translated from Spanish)

[maite1964 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Although it is something different from all the other books I have read by him... (Translated from Spanish)

[Cambalache · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Originality in its purest form. (Translated from Spanish)

[MartaP · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Amino, entertaining, carefree, and ironic!! Very Millas... although in my opinion, in the last four or five pages it has gone a bit too far!! I recommend it as light reading!! (Translated from Spanish)

[EstellaBelleBuil · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

The work immediately puts you in the shoes of Lucía, the protagonist. Starting with her childhood trauma from her mother's death, the importance of birds throughout her existence, her obsessions, her profound loneliness (although she seems unaware of it), and the disorder of personality disintegration that she suffers. At times, you don't know if what is happening is fiction or reality, since apart from the moments when she clearly has hallucinations, there are implausible situations particularly with her clients. The taxi she drives seems to be the catalyst for her human relationships, more than a means to earn a living. Lucía is a dark "Amélie Poulain"; a vigilante who punishes or seduces those who get into the car. Since these fleeting contacts are crucial for her, they make up a good part of the development of the work. Her greatest obsessions will be for an actor, an old neighbor, and an aria by Puccini that he used to listen to. Taking on the role of the oriental princess Turandot, she hopes to see him again, and like in the opera, surrender to him. Ultimately, through a darker transformation, she will end up being a "Lilith" (or bird-woman), who cries out for vengeance and confronts reality and disillusionment. I must say that reading the synopsis, I expected something different... while I found the beginning and especially the ending brilliant, the crux of the story has been hard to digest for me on more than one occasion. I think that if a taxi driver speaks this way to her clients, they wouldn't last even two seconds in the taxi... not to mention the way she offers herself sexually to them while working, which left me a bit wide-eyed. ? (Translated from Spanish)

[Sebas-A · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Perhaps the book I liked least by Millás, but his simple and hilarious prose never ceases to amaze me. Without a doubt, this book also has its stamp. It is always a pleasure for me to read Millás. (Translated from Spanish)

[CondeConchi · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Incredible story, where reality is mixed with fiction. (Translated from Spanish)

[MontseBcn · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Although all of Millás' books surprise me, I thought it couldn't get any better. I closed the book and felt free and eager to fly, just like the protagonist throughout the book. I even think I grew wings. Sensational Millás. (Translated from Spanish)

[leequealimenta · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

#WhenIShouldBeSleeping ... oh my goodness!! Could anyone? I close the back cover of Millás's third book in less than six months, and each one leaves me more wide-eyed than the previous!! ?
I have a masterpiece in my hands, a crazy book that hooks you from the first moment and builds in intensity without disappointing until the end. Aissxx the end... I, who am one of those who can sense endings, couldn't imagine this one at all! Damn @Juanjosemillas you are the master of letters!! Just like that, without beating around the bush!!
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Lucía works as an IT professional until she loses her job, and that day she decides to completely change her life.
Following a series of coincidences, she decides to become a taxi driver in Madrid, although she, a dreamer... thinks she will be a taxi driver in Beijing. In her taxi journeys, she meets many strange characters who will gradually weave the story. Lucía falls in love with her ex-neighbor, who is also a theater actor, and dreams of bumping into him one day while waiting for a taxi, hers. ?
With this information, you've probably formed a mental picture of what the book is about, but I'm sorry to say you still have no clue! And what's worse... I would gladly tell you some more curiosities, but I know you wouldn't believe me.
This book holds all the keys to Millás's narrative universe. Irony, the splitting of the Self, the different facets of reality, Loneliness, and the acknowledgment of an immutable truth, that the mirror in which we look at our lives reflects back to us an unusual perspective that can only elicit the purest amazement. ?
I will continue reading Millás's books, although with this one he has set the bar really high. You have left me speechless, master!!! #veryafan ? (Translated from Spanish)

[Apra04 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

A delight of prose. (Translated from Spanish)

[julia1955 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The day Lucía loses her job as a computer programmer, her life takes a definitive turn. As if it were an algorithm, she establishes the following principles on which her future existence will be based: she will become a taxi driver, she will roam the streets of her city, Madrid, while waiting for the opportunity to reunite with the man she has fallen in love with, and all important moments will have the soundtrack of "Nessun dorma" from Turandot, the opera of which she feels like the protagonist. (Translated from Spanish)

[Arraiano · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

As interesting as his articles are, his novels are disappointing. A quick read about a bird woman and her paranoias. A bore. (Translated from Spanish)

[danaleyendo · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Unforgettable "the bird woman" and her journeys from Madrid to Beijing in search of her platonic love. (Translated from Spanish)

[libroysofa · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

A contemporary tale that appreciates the layer of fantasy. Very dynamic. None shall sleep. (6.5/10) (Translated from Spanish)

[Maconherrerojose · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Millas gifts us in this short novel the story of Lucia, her unforgettable protagonist, who roams the streets of Madrid in her taxi, constantly accompanied by the persistent soundtrack of "Nessun dorma" from Turandot, waiting for a former neighbor she is in love with to get in as a customer. Meanwhile, she will meet other characters who will change her life. With a simple and entertaining narrative style that hooks you from the start, its pages contain madness, obsession, solitude, and magical realism with an unexpected ending. Highly recommended. Rating: 10/10 (Translated from Spanish)

[Marta1975 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

A tale between the real and the fantastical about a woman who gradually merges with a bird. Her life is ridiculed in a performance, and being betrayed by close people, she decides to take revenge. (Translated from Spanish)