The show’s over, ending with not much of an aftermath except ashes and regret.
In a pressure cooker of a city, three middle-aged survivors survey the wreckage of their adult lives.
Hallucinatory perception, the ephemeral nature of memory, and the intransience of art all come into play in this triptych of confessions from deepest Mexico. Here, Saldaña París leans less on the tragicomedy of the human condition to craft something a little darker and meaner about damaged people turning their hurt inward. The opener, “The Great Noise,” is narrated by Natalia, a disaffected and unhappy choreographer who often falls back on cruelty. She’s back home in Cuernavaca, barely tolerating her lover, Martín Argoitia, an aging art star-turned-bureaucrat. She’s become obsessed with an artistic vision that encompasses, among other things, the British occultist Aleister Crowley, hysterical Swedish witch trials, the pioneering German dancer Mary Wigman, and medieval incidents involving a “dancing plague,” all of which she intends to transform into a groundbreaking performance. The pinball of her teenage relationships is explored in subsequent sections with darker and darker undertones. In “A Clear-Cut Vision,” we experience many kinds of suffering via Erre, a failed filmmaker and Natalia’s high school boyfriend, who has returned in the wake of his divorce, suffering from debilitating nerve pain. He’s a cheerful lot, logging his symptoms in a notebook and haunting Cuernavaca’s desiccated parks, now under threat from encroaching wildfires. Erre’s passage ends before Natalia’s performance, but the final section, “Bioluminescent Beach,” visits their childhood friend Conejo, who divides his time between caring for his blind father and retreating further from the world. What exactly happens during Natalia’s performance is a mystery, but weeks later, Conejo describes a country just now recovering from a mass dancing outbreak. It doesn’t make all that much sense but it’s dark as a bad dream and—let’s face it—its slippery nature is certainly part of the point.
The show’s over, ending with not much of an aftermath except ashes and regret.Pub Date: July 29, 2025
ISBN: 9781646222452
Page Count: 256
Publisher: Catapult
Review Posted Online: May 30, 2025
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2025
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Uneven but fitfully amusing.
Betrayed by her husband, a severely depressed young woman gets drawn into the over-the-top festivities at a lavish wedding.
Phoebe Stone, who teaches English literature at a St. Louis college, is plotting her own demise. Her husband, Matt, has left her for another woman, and Phoebe is taking it hard. Indeed, she's determined just where and how she will end it all: at an oceanfront hotel in Newport, where she will lie on a king-sized canopy bed and take a bottle of her cat’s painkillers. At the hotel, Phoebe meets bride-to-be Lila, a headstrong rich girl presiding over her own extravagant six-day wedding celebration. Lila thought she had booked every room in the hotel, and learning of Phoebe's suicidal intentions, she forbids this stray guest from disrupting the nuptials: “No. You definitely can’t kill yourself. This is my wedding week.” After the punchy opening, a grim flashback to the meltdown of Phoebe's marriage temporarily darkens the mood, but things pick up when spoiled Lila interrupts Phoebe's preparations and sweeps her up in the wedding juggernaut. The slide from earnest drama to broad farce is somewhat jarring, but from this point on, Espach crafts an enjoyable—if overstuffed—comedy of manners. When the original maid of honor drops out, Phoebe is persuaded, against her better judgment, to take her place. There’s some fun to be had here: The wedding party—including groom-to-be Gary, a widower, and his 11-year-old daughter—takes surfing lessons; the women in the group have a session with a Sex Woman. But it all goes on too long, and the humor can seem forced, reaching a low point when someone has sex with the vintage wedding car (you don’t want to know the details). Later, when two characters have a meet-cute in a hot tub, readers will guess exactly how the marriage plot resolves.
Uneven but fitfully amusing.Pub Date: July 30, 2024
ISBN: 9781250899576
Page Count: 384
Publisher: Henry Holt
Review Posted Online: Sept. 13, 2024
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SEEN & HEARD
I Who Have Never Known Men ($22.00; May 1997; 224 pp.; 1-888363-43-6): In this futuristic fantasy (which is immediately reminiscent of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale), the nameless narrator passes from her adolescent captivity among women who are kept in underground cages following some unspecified global catastrophe, to a life as, apparently, the last woman on earth. The material is stretched thin, but Harpman's eye for detail and command of tone (effectively translated from the French original) give powerful credibility to her portrayal of a human tabula rasa gradually acquiring a fragmentary comprehension of the phenomena of life and loving, and a moving plangency to her muted cri de coeur (``I am the sterile offspring of a race about which I know nothing, not even whether it has become extinct'').
Pub Date: May 1, 1997
ISBN: 1-888363-43-6
Page Count: 224
Publisher: N/A
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 1997
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