Salvador Dalí
Is Dead

In December 1941, art dealer Julien Levy walked into the New York Public Library, where Salvador Dalí waited for him with a manuscript. Not the autobiography he would publish the following year — the other one. The true one.

What Levy received that night was the story of Sal Delgado — a boy from the future who dreamed of becoming an artist in a world where machines had already replaced them.

The manuscript was never published. Levy locked it in a fireproof safe, where it remained for sixty years — until a stranger found it in 2003 and spent twenty years too afraid to release it.

Set across multiple timelines — from a future Spain where machines have made human creativity obsolete, to the bohemian circles of 1920s Paris, to the strange and luminous coast of Cadaqués — the novel follows the impossible life of a boy who became a legend, and what he left behind when he crossed over into someone else.

Part autobiography, part confession, part question that doesn’t resolve. Make of it what you will.