When he was appointed Minister of Culture a year and a half ago, the journalistic troop began to investigate his social networks and made it clear that there were two things: that he had no idea of football, something apparently unforgivable, and that the heat flattened him . But Máximo Huerta is much that. He has nothing indolent and is a man of contrasts. He is fascinated by Cézanne, Patrick Modiano, the zarzuela and the loin of orza. It is a television animal that barely watches TV and does not have the slightest idea of how to re-tune the channels before the second DTT blackout. For greater confusion, he is a believer. «I have attended more masses than anyone in this world. If I put them all together, I would have three lives.
7.00 hours I have slept my eight hours and peak, and that peak is very important. I take my dog Leo for a walk. Lately I find a lot of shit in the street. We fight for the planet to be clean, for companies not to pollute, but the bins and containers are overflowing with garbage, the walls are full of scratches – now called graffiti – and the soil sown with cigarette butts. And to top it off the scooter dawns parked in the middle of the sidewalk.
8.45 hours I take the car to go to TVE, on the way to Prado del Rey. Maybe because my father was a truck driver, driving for me is relaxing. As a child I put myself in the little bed behind the cab of the truck and slept.
5 pm After a mini-party, I immediately start writing. Now I am working with the galleys of my latest novel, ‘With love was enough’, which will be released at the end of March. I close chapters and correct until the time the body asks me for a wine. As always, the journalist and writer Marta Fernández, my friend, but also my proofreader, editor and much more, has read the book.
22.00 hours I call mom. I talk to my mother all the time. It is surely the act of my agenda that is repeated most throughout the week. We chat every day in the morning, before entering the program, at its end, in the afternoon and at night, shortly before going to sleep … They are very brief exchanges. ‘Where are you going?’. ‘To make the purchase’, ‘Is it sunny on the beach’, ‘Well yes’. Things like that.
8.00 hours After walking Leo, Doña Leo, I call her sometimes so they don’t confuse her sex, breakfast cookies and coffee with milk; Just a splash of coffee, just to stain the milk. I am not to spread toasts with avocados or crushed tomatoes or other pods.
12.30 pm We are already on the set to broadcast live ‘From now on’, in La 1. There is an hour and a half of television ahead with guests and social gathering. It is a complicated strip, in which there is a lot of television fight. While other chains are committed to politics, the ‘realities’ and the heart, we take care of life. Every day, from Monday to Friday.
«I talk to my mother on the phone all the time. Surely it is the act of my agenda that is repeated most a week »
20.00 hours I’ve been writing for more than two and a half hours. Leo, at my feet. If I continue my head will explode.
23.00 hours I go to sleep very early. In fact at 10.30 the direct passage to bed is approaching for me.
12.30 pm I have turned the set into my house. I have been placing my pictures here and there, pictures of the dog, paper boats from my collection, shells that I found on the beach. During the gathering I try to escape from both Spain.
3 pm I cook little and badly. I live alone, but I manage well. Today I ate at home, but I don’t mind going down to the bar and eating alone. I am of good food and good drink. When I go to Utiel, my town, I always approach the bar of my cousins and say: “Put on everything I like.” And I chop slices of tenderloin and everything that feels bad to me. I will already take an Omeprazole. I love recovering the flavors of my grandmother’s kitchen.
5 pm Play watercolor class at the Alda con Limón art school in Malasaña, which is my neighborhood. I used to paint with oil but I went to watercolors because they are perfect for traveling. Provided with a box smaller than a notebook, I sit and paint wherever. I do not need anything else. Cézanne is my favorite painter. While in France I traveled to Aix-en-Provence to see his workshop, which remains as he left it.
8.00 hours I put the Italian coffee maker to heat, although the coffee is very rationed. I have replaced it with tea so that the hiatus hernia does not fire, and it does not suit me with the diverticulitis I have.
5 pm I don’t miss my French class. It is an hour and a half of advanced level conversation at a tutor’s house. When I left Ana Rosa’s program I was living in Paris for two years. The TV did not fill me, I wanted to change. My father was sick with Alzheimer’s and should be with the family. I used to go to the beach very often, to Altea, to accompany my parents.
23.00 hours I always have a bottle of pure lavender oil on the bedroom table. It helps me sleep. I suppose this love comes from the processions of my town, where they threw lavender on the ground.
4 pm Silence. I love the silence. I have inherited it from my mother. I think about her. It bothers me that I lost vision and mobility. I fuck that my father does not live, that my grandmother is no longer there. I notice the passage of time in others. Personally, I don’t mind gutting or combing gray hair.
5 pm I’m going to my town I will stay in my house in Buñol. Utiel smells like vineyards, lavender, lavender, rosemary and olive trees. It smells like carved earth. To pines. Utiel is a childhood with the smell of wine. To eat, my grandfather lowered the wine with water. You, as priests, told me.