The Forgery
I picked this up on a lark at Eliot Bay visiting in early 2023; I am a sucker for short-run translations and promises of Spanish magical realism. I was not disappointed; this was a fun, odd read about creation and art and meaning that felt at times like Murakami and at other times like Borges. (Two trite names to drop, I know, but I think that's a useful anchor for folks who aren't familiar with relatively obscure Mexican authors!)