Hurricane Season takes you and shakes you, it blacks out everything happening in your life and in the room around you, and it pushes you under water, into the atmosphere Melchor has created. While reading this book you cannot put it down and go back to your own life because your own life does not exist until you have closed the last page and stared at the wall and paced around a bit, putting your feet on the cool and steady floor, finally out of Melchor's dream.

Melchor's dream is the dream of La Matosa, a fictional town in Mexico, and La Matosa is the voice of the book. La Matosa is what took you and shook you and pushed your head under the dark and stinking water. Although La Matosa is fictional, through the force and power of its voice La Matosa is realer than any real place. Through Melchor’s writing, you can begin to understand, or at least try to understand, the sheer boredom, the lack of opportunity or any meaningful diversion, the sense of going-forgotten by everyone except for those with something to take, the unbearable heat, and the poverty of this place. La Matosa will be recognized by anyone who has lived in a place far from the centers power, a place going rancid. And you experience, from the people who live in this place, the sense of oppressive desire, desire for love, for understanding, for escape, and from this desire comes words— words as the things that dance, the things that can take you out and away, can entice someone, can put them under your spell, seduce them, confuse them, convince them, can hurt, can bring back to life. The voice of the book is La Matosa itself, and La Matosa’s unique inflection is heard in the narration and the voice and language of each character.