I admit, when it comes to magical realism, I can be somewhat of a snob. I compare everything to Marquez, which makes everything fail. I try not to do this, but I can't help it. Aside from Allende, this is the first book I've read that can be placed on the same level as One Hundred Years of Solitude. It's like a rich fabric of history; a tapestry that alternates between the truth of things that really happen and a flowing, magical perspective that navigates through the tragic stories of the people who lived that history. I picked this book up at a thrift store YEARS and YEARS ago. I don't know why I waited so long so read it. My only complaint is that sometimes there are random untranslated sentences, and in some cases, whole paragraphs. Luckily, my sister-in-law is Cuban, which, I might add, made reading this even sweeter, and I will definitely pass this along to her to read, and she was able to translate those parts for me.
Do You like book The Lazarus Rumba: A Novel (2000)?
