What happens when Tertuliano Máximo Afonso discovers that in his city there is an individual who is his exact copy, yet to whom he is in no way related? That is the question that Saramago, yet again exploring the depths of his soul, asks us in The Double. How do we know who we are? What does identity consist of? What defines us as individual, unique people? Could we accept that our voice or our features might be shared in every way with another person? Could we exchange places with our double without our friends and family noticing?
