News:

The Common Review ceased as a print publication with the Fall/Winter 2011 issue. However, we will be posting a series of ten new articles on this site over the next couple of months, at approximately 1-week intervals. We trust that you will find these articles interesting, provocative, and equal in quality to the high standards set by The Common Review during its ten-year run.

 

 

In this Issue

More

    Connect

    • Share

    Article

    Four Reasons to Read Mario Vargas Llosa

    By  Efraín Kristal, Ilan Stavans, Robert Boyers, and Scott Sherman

    Switch to single-page view

    In awarding the 2010 Nobel Prize in Literature to Mario Vargas Llosa in October, the Swedish Academy cited the Peruvian novelist’s “cartography of structures of power and his trenchant images of the individual’s resistance, revolt, and defeat.” The Common Review approached four critics and scholars and asked each to offer brief reflections on his or her favorite Vargas Llosa book.

    One of the Great Literary Creations in the Spanish Language

    On Conversation in the Cathedral

    Efraín Kristal (author of Temptation of the Word: The Novels of Mario Vargas Llosa)

    Mario Vargas Llosa’s Conversation in the Cathedral (1969) is arguably the greatest novel about Peru ever written. It offers an absorbing portrait of one of the defining demographic transformations of the twentieth century: the emigration of millions of indigenous people from the Andes to Peru’s urban centers, a process that created a dramatically new social landscape.

    The novel’s protagonist, Santiago Zavala, is a young man who abandons a life of privilege and rejects the social milieu of his father, Don Fermín, whose wealth and social position depended on shady business dealings with powerful men from whom he gained political influence.

    With this novel Vargas Llosa reconciled the daring literary techniques of James Joyce and William Faulkner (the crossing of temporal and spatial planes, the use of interior monologue, the free use of indirect speech) with expressions of popular culture (film, music, sensationalist journalism) to explore an indecent social world. Each of its chapters contains mysteries and allusions that can only be deciphered on a second reading. But even on a first reading, one is seduced by the force of the action and the gripping dilemmas of the characters.

    Forty years after its original publication, when the novel’s political themes have lost their topicality, it is easier to appreciate that Conversation in the Cathedral is a work of fiction in which Vargas Llosa transformed personal experiences and historical events through his powerful literary imagination. One does not need to know anything about the details of Peruvian history to appreciate the genius of the novel’s literary construction or its moral dimensions—the intensifying anguish of a conflicted individual who does not know what to do about the human misery that surrounds him.

    Santiago Zavala had thought of his father as a member of the Peruvian upper-middle classes whose comfortable lives depend on the exploitation of the lower classes, but he discovers that Don Fermín was a closeted homosexual, and well known in criminal milieus. His father's double life is revealed to him when he discovers that Ambrosio, the chauffeur and lover of Don Fermín, had assassinated a drug-addicted prostitute who threatened to reveal his sexual orientation.

    The narrative axis of the novel is a four-hour conversation between Santiago and Ambrosio in a bar called La Catedral. Revolving around this conversation are many other conversations, stories, and situations. The encounter is accidental—Ambrosio has returned to Lima after many years of hiding from the law in the Peruvian provinces—but the conversation is pressing for both of them. Santiago wants to understand why Ambrosio loved his father, and Ambrosio wants to understand why Santiago has rejected his father. The conversation does not lead to an understanding between the two men, but when it concludes, the reader comes to terms with the world that shattered their aspirations.

    In the compassion that Santiago Zavala is able to feel for his late father, and in his failed attempt to arrive at some understanding with Ambrosio, the greatest theme of Vargas Llosa's maturity as a writer had already emerged: the attempt to reconcile with other human beings after illusions have been lost. More than a milestone in Vargas Llosa's career, however, Conversation in the Cathedral is one of the great literary creations in the Spanish language.

    Vargas Llosa’s Palimpsest

    On The War of the End of the World

    Ilan Stavans (general editor of The Norton Anthology of Latino Literature)

    Not long ago, I was asked to write the introduction to a new Penguin Classics translation of Euclides da Cunha’s masterpiece Os sertões (Backlands), which is about a fanatical rebellion in 1896 in the town of Canudos in Brazil’s northern backlands, led by a messianic leader by the name of Antonio Conselheiro. Cunha was a journalist when he wrote the book. He convinced one of São Paulo’s newspapers to make him a correspondent, and the book is in large part a rewriting of what he witnessed during just one month of a confrontation that lasted more than a year, one in which the Brazilian army mercilessly killed hundreds of jagunços, as the rebels were known. The Canudos rebellion—as well as Cunha’s perplexing account of it in Os sertões, published in 1902—became foundational in shaping modern Brazilianness, for it happened at a time when the nation was coming to terms with its independence from Portugal.

    In trying to learn as much as I could about the book, I reopened Mario Vargas Llosa’s rewriting of Cunha’s chronicle. I first read The War of the End of the World in Spanish when it came out in 1981. I had reached my twentieth birthday; I was a young Mexican would-be writer, and this epic, quasi-biblical fictionalization, showcasing Vargas Llosa’s stylistic pyrotechnics, which made an enormously complex series of plotlines coalesce through a technique of alternating perspectives, hypnotized me. My return to the book reawakened my original awe. Vargas Llosa was forty five when he published it, a consummate craftsman at the peak of his talent.

    << First < Previous Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Next > Last >>

     
    Add comment

    * - required field

    *




    CAPTCHA image for SPAM prevention
    If you can't read the word, click here.
    *
    *
    Naomi, 14-04-12 15:33:
    Generally I'm with David Wong and his Gamers' Manifesto: a tough game is fine, challenge is fine, but be fair about it.I don't mind being phuesd to my limits, or even beaten, by a rival race-driver/Imperial TIE ace/malevolent alien commander who's faster, more accurate, better with their moves, and more familiar with the terrain or track, and who therefore forces me to become better to match.What *does* piss me off is the rival race-driver whom I'm beating fair and square but who's always right on my tail because the game decrees he'll never be more than a hairsbreadth behind me no matter how well I drive. Or the alien commander who's a threat solely because the game let its base pump out the soldiers and tanks at a crazy rate irrespective of how effectively I've cut off their resource supplies. Or the TIE squadron which Okay, take a seat, this one will take some context. For me the most infamous example of arse-pull mission design was in the otherwise sterling original X-WING game (yes, that really was years ago, you see how deep and salted the wounds were). On one early mission, I think it was even a training one, you had to defend a crippled cruiser from waves of TIE bombers. It was a tough mission but a doable one except that if you flew it according to the instructions in the mission brief you *always* failed it.You see, the mission brief sent you out in one direction to intercept the bombers that an incoming frigate was launching at you. But while you were busily zapping them, another wing of bombers materialised out of deep space on the other side of the cruiser where you couldn't see them and fired their torpedoes almost immediately, and in that version of the game once the torps were away you were fucked.There was no way to engage the main waves as your brief instructed, then disengage in time and get there. Believe me, I flew that mission time after time night after night trying to work out how. The only way to complete that mission as designed was to fail it enough times to realise something dodgy was happening, fail it again while you tried to counteract the sneaky backdoor attack, fail it again and again while you worked out exactly where these guys were appearing from and where you had to fly to to stop them (unless you were in just the right spot you couldn't shoot them in time), and finally complete it by totally ignoring the mission briefing, flying to what seemed like a completely arbitrary point in space while your wingmen did the fighting you'd been ordered to do, then blasted a set of bombers that your pilot would have no way of knowing were going to be there.Which is a long-winded illustration of my very least favourite form of lazy, arbitrary difficulty: making the successful route through the mission something so stupidly specific and counter-intuitive that you've either got to look it up online or keep grinding through the mission long after it's stopped being fun.(The designer term for this, apparently, is pixel-bitching , as in, make the player click on every single damn pixel on the screen before you let them find the one that gets them the objective.)The Manifesto also makes the point that Moko does, which is that this is unlikely to improve now that multiplayer is so taken for granted that designers don't seem to feel that designing challenging single-player AI is necessary any more.
    Code, 02-08-12 08:30:
    No, I think that European libs and cons both have differently surcuttred ideologies than here. (This is difficult, let's see if I can parse my own thinking.)Western Europe (which is what we usually mean by Europe) is, in social terms, dealing with different burning issues. Health care, per se, is not an issue there, while immigration (especially direct Islamic immigration) has completely different dynamics there. Likewise there is a different dynamic in terms of the more radicalized political role of agriculture in many of those societies than here.I don't think the social concerns of our liberals (which are mirrored in the concerns of our conservatives) resonate much at all with Europeans.Therefore I don't perceive that they either (a) really understand or (b) really care that much about our social agenda debates.So I think they primarily look at who is in charge in terms of trade and foreign policy. The conservatives are more or less realpolitiks aficionados, and therefore see that the constraints on any newly elected president will be about the same (ergo, remember that Bill Clinton couldn't immediately withdraw from Somalia? They don't see an immediate US pullout from major foreign commitments regardless of who is president).Likewise, they don't see the President as being able to change (at least not overnight) the US position on tariffs or global warming, because the reality is that Congress holds the power there, and even if there is a major expansion of the Democratic majority in both houses, historically speaking all that does is cause the ruling party to break down into its own internal factionalism. Besides, I don't see the Dems having any chance of getting above 59 Senators, and that's what it takes these days to pass tough legislation over the opposition.So I think Europeans see the change in the visible "face" of America as incredibly symbolically important, even if the decisions run in a continuum rather than in a completely different direction.I also think that given Barack's palpable foreign policy lack of experience, he can expect to be tested seriously and almost immediately by our friends and enemies alike.
    Rakeshkumar, 02-08-12 17:15:
    good call with the t.c. boyle, i always see his stuff in used brkestooos but never know what to get or where to start. and yes, love lots for geoff dyer! some of it is so ponderous (that terrible book on d.h. lawrence, but i have to say, i kind of loved jeff in venice / death in varanasi.' if you like his stuff, you should check out julian barnes! both have that breezy-yet-heavy balance i look for when on vacation. : )