I absolutely love Dreaming In Cuban and from what I can remember I enjoyed A Handbook to Luck (though I might have to reread that one and make sure after this), but The Agüero Sisters was a severe letdown. The story itself had great potential - the closing line of the book's first chapter in particular conveyed this: "Then he carried his wife seventeen miles to the nearest village and began to tell his lies." (p. 5) - but it was sadly squandered.
Even though García attempted to stylistically maintain her unique use of magical realism and imagery, the story was just lackluster through and through: there was little to no character development - it just felt like 200+ pages of treading water (if that). In general, the changes in narration among the book's characters gave the book the feel of numerous disparate stories with no binding agent, in spite of the familial connection between all of them. For me, Dulce's chapters were the most interesting (unfortunately hers were also the least in number).
García tries to pass off the relationship between Reina and Constancia's parents as that aforementioned agent, but this rings hollow once it becomes apparent to the reader (pretty early on) that the characters are more preoccupied with other (less interesting) pursuits. Even García's habitual use of oddities (which I've become accustomed to in her writing) became repellent in The Agüero Sisters. For example, Reina's peculiar fixation throughout the book with being breastfed, and at one point even requesting to be breastfed by her own niece (p. 241). Another character's (whose name I will omit so as to not include a spoiler) consumption of a dead loved one's ashes (p. 292) was also disconcerting. Even García's greatest strength (her use of words) felt overwhelmingly off in this novel, to the point of being heavy-handed and cliché: "Tía Constancia lives in New York and has two grown children. I like to imagine how cold it gets there. I'd like to wrap myself in fur and skate endlessly on frozen lakes. Round and round I'd go, my breath a trace of vapor behind me. In Cuba, there aren't any lakes. And only the future is frozen." (p. 54)
Save yourself the trouble and read the first 5 pages of the book and the book's last chapter to find out what really happened to/between the Agüero patriarch and matriarch. You can just skip everything in between - sadly, that's how truly insignificant the bulk of the novel felt. For me, Dreaming In Cuban remains García's best work to-date.
Noteworthy passages:
"In the tropics, twilight is such a swift affair, one flamboyant cloak exchanged for another, with a glare and a whirl. In New York City, she recalls wistfully, the days receded gradually, sulking for hours." (p. 41)
"When he died, Reina knew somehow that José Luis had chosen it. Death, she is certain, begins from within. It doesn't wait onstage like a retired general, eager for the podium, but overcomes a body cell by cell. For a few people, this happens long before the accidents and wrinkles, long before the conjugations of regret." (p. 70-71)