Among Strange Victims
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5.0 • 2 Ratings
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- $16.99
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- $16.99
Publisher Description
“A greatly enjoyable and splendidly well-written suburban farce.” —Yuri Herrera Rodrigo likes his vacant lot, its resident chicken, and being left alone. But when passivity finds him accidentally married to Cecilia, he trades Mexico City for the sun-bleached desolation of his hometown and domestic life with Cecilia for the debauched company of a poet, a philosopher, and Micaela, whose allure includes the promise of time travel. Earthy, playful, and sly, Among Strange Victims is a psychedelic ode to the pleasures of not measuring up. “Brief, brilliantly written, and kissed by a sense of the absurd. . . . like a much lazier, Mexico City version of Dostoevsky’s Underground Man.” —John Powers, Fresh Air “Read this messy, shaggy picaresque for its ample page-by-page pleasures, which include devilishly clever syntax, a charming tendency to digress, and satisfying flashes of Rodrigo and Marcelo getting their act together.” —Publisher’s Weekly “A welcome infusion of vitality into North American literature.” —Bookslut
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Salda a Par s's first novel to be translated Stateside is a leisurely story of slacking off that's nicely conveyed in a sharp, cynical tone. Rodrigo ("My level of empathy with human beings is near zero"), finds himself, through a misunderstanding, accidentally married to his museum coworker, Cecilia. But not even marriage can alter his deep-seated indifference (the height of his ambition is masturbating twice on Saturdays), and after an economic crisis forces him out of his job, he leaves Mexico City for the provincial Los Girasoles to stay with his mother. There, he meets his mother's boyfriend, Marcelo, a "cretin with a Ph.D." in philosophy, and with whom Rodrigo has more than a little in common. There are fascinating pieces to the narrative: most notably, a Bola o-esque thread of an early 20th-century poet/boxer named Richard Foret who disappeared in the Gulf of Mexico and whom Marcelo is in Los Girasoles to study. But because the story is driven by characters who don't really know what they want, readers shouldn't expect much resolution (the book does culminate in a moment of perfectly logical absurdity, however). Rather, it's best to read this messy, shaggy picaresque for its ample page-by-page pleasures, which include devilishly clever syntax, a charming tendency to digress, and satisfying flashes of Rodrigo and Marcelo getting their act together.
