The Sound of Things Falling
Juan Gabriel Vásquez
Translated from Spanish by Anne McLean
In the 1980s, Pablo Escobar was an evil, murderous drug trafficker, who was responsible for creating an atmosphere of fear in Colombia. He killed (or had assassinated) those people who tried to stand against him. People were scared to venture outside, worried about criminals and drive-bys. But Escobar had a huge estate on which he created his own personal zoo, so this awful drug lord’s home became a tourist attraction. Families would visit his massive estate to see the hippos, giraffes, elephants, and tigers.
Escobar was killed in 1994, and, after his death, his estate (including the zoo) fell into disrepair. The Sound of Things Falling begins with the death of one of Escobar’s hippos: Continue reading
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Where’d You Go, Bernadette
After reading The Round House, I was in the mood for some fluff reading.
Everyone has a different definition of fluff. For me, there is acceptable fluff and unacceptable fluff. Acceptable fluff is fun, not super “thinky,” and easily digestible. Unacceptable fluff is poorly written, trite, or just plain dumb.
Acceptable fluff includes: Continue reading
Turn Around Bright Eyes: The Rituals of Love and Karaoke
I have another confession to make: I looooooooove karaoke.
I love your standard get-up-in-front-of-a-group-of-drunk-people-and-sing karaoke:
(A disclaimer: this picture is from the late ‘90s. I have no explanation for my hairstyle or why my stepsister and I are dressed alike. I do know, however, that we were singing “Miss You Much” by Janet Jackson. I’m not afraid to admit that it was one of my karaoke go-tos back then.)
That picture was taken on a cruise. I used to think it didn’t get much better than cruise-ship karaoke . . . but that was before I’d experienced true karaoke. Continue reading