Ignorance has made the first Navarre thriller a novel in Spanish that has just emerged. Of course, first of all, we have to believe that there may be something worthy of that name. Afterwards, a smile will be drawn to those who know more or less the literature that has been made in Navarra. I am brought forward by Iban Zaldua and Juan Kruz Lakasta: Without forgetting Miguel Sánchez-Ostiz and company, they have brought many examples to us in Euskera. Zaldua referred to Alberto Ladrón Arana, highlighting Aingeru Epaltza and Jon Alonso. Further back, Lakasta, bringing Oskillaso, presumably the pioneer of all, Mariano Izeta. I'm not saying it, not just Lakasta. Euskaltzaindia scholar Aingeru Irigaray tells us in the peredict of the Navarre thriller Maldives Lost the money of 62: “Will this be a book in Euskera leenbizi in the Baztan? As if it were a police novel, it is read.” And what he says in Baztan, he says throughout Navarre – provided that a manuscript does not appear tomorrow, I know, in the

Salazar Valley. But someone can raise an objection. For example, the thread of the novel is developing in Paris. But, well, if a Donostiarra places the Navarro in Navarre, isn't it a thriller, and if a Navarro places him in Paris? Moreover, because demon, those of the book “still had in common the prayers and language of the Basque Country”. There is no doubt that a thriller brings together what needs to be accomplished: the robbers, in a short time, Subemandile, Mirue and Zapelatza, Pizti and Beltza – and here I have become nervous, not now in athletics, as they have long taken us off even in the Basque novels. The police, as appropriate, are able to tell the detainee: “If you love your place of origin so much, why lie down in Congo? We don’t lack the black bearri.” And, of course, the deaths, in this case, curiously, are not fully illuminated. But don't think we're talking about a great literature -- if a thriller can be a great literature -- the whole novel is very naive, everything goes right on the first one, the line of events moves in a straight line, almost always from one side to the other. The journey that starts with this corrupt Money by Mariano

Izeta, for the time being, has in that last stop of the Band of Lions by Jon Alonso – and with the latter the reader will find himself with a little more pleasure. And I don't really care about labels. If you want I am willing to accept the “Chancellor of Mosen Bernat Etxepare” as the first Navarre thriller. But how good the ignorance of others sometimes comes to give us a little review.