La sargento Ivet Portabella investiga la muerte de una joven que aparece colgada dentro de una misteriosa esfera de ramas que pende de un árbol. Al mismo tiempo el asesinato de un alto cargo económico alemán con un tajuaje en la ingle reabre un viejo caso que alguien no quiere remover. En la otra mano de la baraja, Édgar Brossa, periodista freelance en horas bajas que malvive en el subsuelo social de Barcelona, acepta investigar la desaparición de un novelista que tenía el mismo tatuaje que el banquero, una tosca inscripción con la palabra OTOÑO. Ambas investigaciones confluyen e Ivet y Édgar deciden unir sus fuerzas para intentar esclarecer un caso que se complica por momentos. es una instantánea de un tiempo repleto de soledades, crueles diferencias sociales, nuevos lenguajes incompletos, redes (in)sociales donde todo es mentira en algún grado, porque todos podemos construirnos artificiosamente mientras trabajamos esclavos para este neofeudalismo que impera, al que nos entregamos a ciegas. Y por ende, esta novela es una oda a la única resistencia posible: la vida, la natural, la que requiere de los cuatro elementos y los cinco sentidos. A police sergeant in a full midlife crisis and a renowned cultural journalist who has fallen out of favor see how their lives intersect and join forces to investigate strange and apparently unconnected murders. Sergeant Ivet Portabella is investigating the death of a young woman who appears hanging inside a mysterious sphere of branches that hangs from a tree. At the same time, the murder of a German with a high economic post with a tattoo in the groin reopens an old case that someone does not want to bring up again. On the other side of the coin, Édgar Brossa, a freelance journalist down on his luck who scrapes by on the social underside of Barcelona, agrees to investigate the disappearance of a novelist who had the same tattoo as the banker, a crude inscription with the word AUTUMN. Both investigations converge and Ivet and Édgar decide to join forces to try to make sense of a case that is getting more complicated by the moment. Autumn Far from the Nest is a snapshot of a time full of loneliness, cruel social differences, new incomplete languages, (in) social networks where everything is a lie to some degree, because we can all build our artificial selves while working as slaves for this prevailing neofeudalism, to which we blindly surrender. And therefore, this novel is an ode to the only possible resistance: life, the natural one, which requires the four elements and the five senses.