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96 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 10, 2015
“Seduction, he knew, was a slew of projections , disguises, denials…[Her painted-on black fishnet stockings] were an enticement in the guise of a barrier, like a beaded curtain hung over a doorway says ‘come in’, not ‘stay out’, its beads telegraphing that what’s inside is enchanted and special.”
“And so here I am, in a burlesque club below the Tropic of Cancer, in this damp city where dreams are marbled with nothingness.”
Also, in this in-between era, after the Spanish, who cooked their parrots so slowly they remained alive as they were removed from the oven, and before the Russians, who took the scrubbers off the chimneys and let the red dust rain down: a dictator's estate, with artificial waterfall and presidential barbershop, a divorcée's mausoleum, with amber Lalique windows, and the addition of cheval-de-frise on the low walls of Spanish colonial buildings, to prevent vagrants from sitting.With writing like this, how could I not be thrilled? Rachel Kushner's three little vignettes of Cuba in the decadent years just before the revolution are utterly superb. This is my first experience of the author, but it makes me eager to read her novels, Telex from Cuba (2008) or The Flame Throwers (2013), which I actually own. This is five-star writing if I ever saw it. Kushner has been compared to Roberto Bolaño, which I certainly see in the title story here—a reworking of a Cuban noir movie which happens to have the same name as the author's own. Her technique of approaching her subject with abrupt dashes from every possible direction, like a terrier barking in brilliant prose, reminds me also of my favorite book about Cuba in this period, Adios, Happy Homeland, by Ana Menendez.
"The Strange Case of Rachel K" delves into themes of ownership and agency, reinvention of self, the mystery and pull of exoticism, and the inevitable letdown once the exotic turns out to contain the same banal discontent as the familiar. The subtlest, most engaging story in the book, it yields new discoveries with every reading.
But whether the collection would still hold up with a weaker story in its place is difficult to say. The first two stories are steeped in atmospheric but florid language, and rarely feel like anything but the juvenilia they are-