I enjoyed this book because of the subject, location, the actual history, and the dry humor.
A story is bound to be interesting with such an odd mix of people, forced to work and socialize together in a remote area. Distinguished European scientists—physicists mostly—and their wives, together with US Army enlisted men, native New Mexicans, including Santiago Pueblo, Communist spies, Indian Service agents, jazz club/bar patrons, Santa Fe artists & tourists, and Texans with money to burn and egos the size of, well, Texas. Some of the natives are indeed restless here—but so are the Anglo wives, bored out of their skulls.
People from all strata of society have to live together, from the educated elite and their Wellesley wives to honky tonk musicians, bare knuckle boxers, native artists, and blue collar grunts from Joisy. Joe Peña fits in everywhere and nowhere; he is a native American but likes “nigger music” (Hilario’s term). He learned to play the piano at Casa Manaña, the best—and only—jazz club in New Mexico. Joe used his size to earn money from boxing.
Joe is a multi-dimensional character; he has heart, and a conscience, but is no pushover. He’s learned life lessons the hard way, from growing up poor to surviving World War 2 in Bataan—where his brother Rudy perished. Joe has been around the block enough times to avoid Hilario’s schemes—but not to avoid feminine wiles. What can he do when women love him so?
He’s a conundrum: he has trouble with authority, yet is a survivor. He accepts becoming a snitch for Captain Augustino, but tells the targets how to evade the corrupt Captain on his Communist witch-hunt. Augustino thinks he owns Joe because he got him out of the stockade, but Joe has other plans. When Mrs. Augustino appears naked in his bed, he knows sleeping with her will enrage the captain and tries to talk her out of it, but finally succumbs when he thinks about what a bully Augustino is. When Augustino plants listening devices in Oppenheimer’s home, Joe follows and rips them all out. When the Captain gives him ‘evidence’ to plant on Oppenheimer, Joe keeps it instead to bring Augustino to justice for killing his wife. Oppenheimer can’t figure Joe out, because he obviously came from a poor background and little education, but he occasionally reveals flashes of brilliance and dry humor.
Joe has acquired a certain wisdom, in that he learned to not struggle when the odds were against him (like in the war, when he had dysentery and was pushed out to sea in a leaky boat, surrounded by sharks.) He’s still a bit Quixotic though, tilting at windmills; he can’t resist helping a brother in need—even if it means taking the place of troublemaker Roberto in a native dance painted as a clown.
This is masterful story-telling with great characters and witty dialogue, though light on the science. Only those expecting a more in-depth account of Oppenheimer er al will be disappointed. For a story written in the 1980s, it shows the author to have very modern sensibilities: He doesn’t treat women as 2-dimensional objects. While there aren’t as many female characters here as male ones, that’s understandable given the history of the actual event. He portrays Anna Weiss sympathetically, letting her describe what it was like to grow up brilliant but not fit in, and be locked up later in an asylum. Men could still do that, which makes me extremely grateful to live today, not yesterday.
I’d only read one novel by Cruz Smith before, Gorky Park, and was surprised to find that he wrote this novel featuring a Native American protagonist, not a Russian for once. But that could be explained by the fact that Cruz Smith is part Indian (and proud of it), which he reveals in a brief bio at the end of the book.