With Mr. Potter –translated into Catalan by Carme Geronès–, the writer Jamaica Kincaid (Antigua, Caribbean, 1949) constructs a powerful novel, a piece of incisive prose that makes lack—of affection, of words, of recognition—its creative engine. The book presents itself as the portrait of a seemingly irrelevant man, Roderick Potter, an illiterate taxi driver from Antigua, while simultaneously offering an impeccable dissection of the colonial, patriarchal, and affective structures that make this irrelevance possible. Kincaid doesn't rescue his character: he looks him straight in the eye, with a lucidity that is unsettling.