“Fucking N’Elas”, by Rui Vicente, is the opposite of what it seems – a sexist title for a story in which the strong and dominating characters are female. Women always win, it is written at some point in the text. Paulo, a lawyer at the beginning of his career, to whom the nickname that gives the novel its name is maliciously attributed, will fall for Dânia, an intelligent and beautiful client, accused of committing a homicide, which subtly leads him to the crime. “Now you belong to me”, she tells him. This senseless love leads him to follow her without knowing what awaits him: another life, death? The desire cannot be explained, it is enough – “I closed my eyes and only saw you”.
“Fucking N’Elas” is the book that makes you forget the crisis.

“Ele sem dizer uma palavra, já tudo fora dito, afagou-lhe os cabelos, entrou-lhe nos olhos, as respostas que queria encontrar não estavam lá, as dúvidas de novo, que devo fazer, se Deus existisse haveria de lhe perguntar como os outros fazem, o que devo fazer, e ele diria, parte, chegou o momento de partires, vai, não fiques aí, não te ofereças em sacrifício a essa mulher, pressentes isso? O que me pedes já o pensei, já o senti. Mas, e queres saber a ironia, vou ficar – pertenço-lhe.”