We should “fail better”, Beckett advises us. Jorge Riechmann turned the advice into the title of a beautiful book. In this vein, very recently, "Gran manual del fracaso" by Juanpe Sánchez López has arrived in bookstores. The beginning strikes me like a stone thrown from childhood: he tells us that as a little boy he was a fat and gay child, so he felt he could not fail at anything else. And as if they were drawing a map of the same experience, Sara Torres begins "Lo que hay" like this: “I am a girl who picked flowers and returned home with my dress without a single crease and my headband perfectly placed. I never climbed trees, I didn't play with balls”.Gran manual del fracaso, by Juanpe Sánchez López. The beginning strikes me like a stone thrown from childhood: he tells us that as a little boy he was a fat and gay child, so he felt he could not fail at anything else. And as if they were drawing a map of the same experience, Sara Torres begins Lo que hay like this: “I am a girl who picked flowers and returned home with my dress without a single crease and my headband perfectly placed. I never climbed trees, I didn't play with balls”.