Our Lady of the Assassins (1994), the most renown novel from the Colombian writer Fernando Vallejo, has been criticized because of the irresponsible laughter that it fosters in its public or the paralysis, melancholy and the feeling of helplessness that it produces trough the depiction of a country condemned to be a perpetual disaster. My reading opens a third way: to interpret the perplexity that Vallejo creates, with the juxtaposition of black humor and violence, as a (meta)humorous trap that encourages the reader to reflect on humor itself, in an aesthetic and ethical sense. In this trap, laughter does not come automatically or as a simple form of catharsis. It is obstructed, defamiliarized and questioned. I argue that the novel pushes t...