There is a bit of magical realism here. When Don Victor Sobrevilla decides to make cellophane in his remote jungle paper factory he is unprepared for the result of success. The product’s transparency infects the Don and all those who live on the hacienda; there are plagues of truth and desire as a result.
I could not get either of my "mainstream" book clubs to read this, however. But my "Hispanic" book club is reading it this month and I look forward to the discussion.