Done! I finished this book yesterday.
Although I found the first half interesting (and debatable,) I got bored of Juan Pablo’s narrative.
Written by the son of Pablo Escobar (the most powerful drug lord and narcoterrorist that ever existed,) he clearly outlines the price the family had to pay for a life they did not choose.
At first, it was difficult to understand why his father was such a wanted man, then as he grew, Juan Pablo Escobar became very aware of his father’s criminal history of violence.
Overall this is a good book, however, I’m not sure how credible some of Juan Pablo’s recollections are, considering that he was only 16 when his father was killed… How much a teenager can understand of an international criminal enterprise?
From times the author tries to look badass, but most of the time he is apologetic… And I may sound like a jerk but I found him ANNOYING!
I have no doubts Juan Pablo is a decent man, he is also a victim… And all the shit he went through in exile in Argentina (with all the names he mentions that I’m familiar with) was malicious as hell.
Yet, I don’t buy his humble character. I don’t feel it (at least not in this book).
I feel more like he’s seeking empathy, and perhaps also trying to humanise a bit his dad’s image. I don’t condemn him and I don’t admire him.
What Juan Pablo makes me feel is complete indifference.
I believe we all transit our issues the best we can, and this was his way.