Rulfo starts the Latin American Boom thanks to his narrative project. Solid and capable of transforming the world we know. It is not a world in decline or in transformation, nor is it a world like Sábato's which takes place largely within the characters and constitutes them as subjects through their fears or traumas. Nor is it similar to the narrative that García Márquez will later undertake, there are no torrential rains of days and days, or threads of blood that run through a whole town, not even artifices like mechanical pianos or gold minnows. In Rulfo what there is is life, the ritual of death after death. It is not magical realism, it is not costumbrismo, it is not only the narration of the ravages after the Mexican Revolution of 1910. His is the connection between life and death.
