Doce cuentos peregrinos.
Some have political overtones, such as "Buen viaje, senor presidente" ("Have a Good Trip, Mr. President") and "El rastro de tu sangre en la nieve" ("The Trail of Your Blood in the Snow"). In "Buen viaje, senor Presidente," a poor couple from the Caribbean living in Switzerland befriends an ailing compatriot politician who is in Geneva for medical treatments. Although the husband succumbs to the corrupt deposed president's charisma and finesse, the practical, tough-minded wife remains skeptical. In the end, the couple winds up nursing him through his illness, even dipping into their meager savings to provide for his needs. Eventually, when hope seems lost, they make arrangements for him to make one final trip home, unaware that instead of going back to his country to die, the rejuvenated politician will soon be back to his old tricks. As in many of his early stories, the author focuses here on the innate goodness of the poor and the undying ambition of Latin America's ruling elite.
In "El rastro de tu sangre en la nieve," Billy Sanchez, the spoiled son of a rich Colombian, is honeymooning with his bride, Nena Daconte, in Europe, when the girl accidently pricks herself with a thorn and bleeds to death. When Nena first hurts herself, Billy is too self-absorbed to pay much attention, but finally realizes that something is seriously wrong and deposits her in a hospital in Paris. Far from his own world, in which the irrational and extraordinary are commonplace and in which he feels perfectly in control, Billy is now thrust into the absurdities of the highly rational. (For example, the Parisians park on the side of the street with even-numbered houses on even numbered days of the week, and on the other side on odd-numbered days; hospital visits are permitted only on Tuesdays.) Billy becomes so confused and disoriented that when Nena dies, he is wandering through Paris in a daze while doctors, ambassadors, authorities and relatives try to locate him. Billy's search for a sense of direction is the first step in his maturation. But Billy is more than an individual; he is an archetype of the wealthy, upper-class Latin American. Billy missed out on the only significant event of his life because he was "out of touch," just as the class he represents is missing out on the changes in society because it is out of touch with the common people and with those things that really matter.
Not all of these tales have such obvious political or sociological overtones. In "El verano feliz de la senora Forbes," ("Mrs. Forbes' Happy Summer") two young boys learn unexpectedly that their austere German nanny has been carrying on a torrid love affair. In "La luz es como el agua," ("Light is like Water") two Colombian youngsters living in Madrid discover that they can row and skindive just like in their native Cartagena by filling up their apartment with electric light and floating on it because "light is like water."
Quite a few of these twelve wandering stories flop at the end; they depict interesting characters and weave intricate plots, only to lead up to "so-what?" conclusions. But the best more than make up for the worst, and the collection proves that Garcia Marquez is still a consummate story-teller.
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|Publication:||Americas (English Edition)|
|Article Type:||Book Review|
|Date:||Mar 1, 1993|
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