Happy Halloween to those who celebrate. It’s not a day I observe but I’m in a junior high today and both the staff and students are costumed and buzzing with energy. I could use a jolt of caffeine after staying up last night to see baseball’s season come to its conclusion. Now, it’s five months with no baseball, freeing up even more time to read. In light of my low energy level and the hyperactivity around me, I could not see myself jumpstarting nonfiction November a day early. What I needed was what a Goodreads friend refers to as brain candy. I read my share of mysteries, but I did not crave a whodunit, rather I craved something witchy that fit with the mood of the current season. I have been drawn to the Latin American brand of magical realism for most of my life, my favorite instance a three legged table that communes with the spirits. Thus, I am always on the lookout for Latinx magical realism authors, having exhausted many of the classics. One title stood out this year on the list of new books to read for Hispanic heritage month, a witchy book said to be full of magical realism that I always savor. The Witches of El Paso’s cover called to me from the card catalogue, so I selected it as the brain candy that I needed to complete my month’s reading.
Elena Montoya has a gift of La Vista. As a girl she knew that she could make the supernatural occur but did not know what the buzzing or energy inside her was. Her parents were hard workers living on the American side of El Paso, Texas, her father’s family living in Albuquerque since 1584, two hundred years before American independence. The Montoyas enjoyed a long, illustrious history that brought then from New Mexico to Texas, some forebears participating in the skirmish between the Kiowa and Apache at Huerto Flats in 1849. By the time Elena’s father became a breadwinner, the family had fallen on the hard times of the Depression. Elena attempted to use her gift, her encanto, to better her family’s fortune, but her actions lead the family into deeper debt. The youngest sister in her family, Elena cared for her sisters’ babies during World War II so that they could work to support their families. All Elena, called Nena or baby by her family, longed to do was escape from the vagaries of her life, to become more than a housewife and make something of herself in the world. One day she hears buzzing, which is La Vista calling to her across centuries. Her dreaming opened a crack in the space time continuum, transporting Elena back to the El Paso del Norte of 1792. Here she would learn the true power of La Vista.
Jaramillo writes a duel timeline book, the other half nor the story focusing on Nena’s great niece Marta, who lives in modern day El Paso with her husband and sons. Like all women across time, Marta struggles with advancing her career, raising her two sons, and standing by her husband’s side as he rises toward the top of his profession. Marta and Alejandro met in graduate school and are all that each other knew. She dreamed of becoming a Supreme Court Justice one day, the first for a Latinx woman. In her forties, some of her law school classmates had already reached the level of federal judgeship. Marta’s career took her to a legal aid firm when Alejandro went to work in a hospital due to being one of few doctors who spoke Spanish. Marta’s grandmother Olga and aunts were thrilled that she would rise to prominence in their home town, but supporting the little person was not necessarily what Marta wanted. As a younger woman, Nena foresaw rhat one day Marta would live in El Paso with her husband and sons in a house with a pool. Reaching middle age, this premonition has come true. Nena knows that Marta is one of the last of the Montoya women and is waiting to see if she possesses La Vista. Marta is rooted in the regulations of jurisprudence, but Nena is convinced that she is the next in line of the aqualarre, an ancient word deriving from the Basque Country signifying coven. This passing down of witchcraft through generations is the gist of the novel, but it is not a plot I could take too seriously. I read purely for fun.
An astute reader will quickly realize that Jaramillo is a debut novelist. That is usually a red flag for me. I have read extensively on witchcraft over the years, my favorite family being the Owenses of Practical Magic. Those witches possess a grimoire of spells and pass down their knowledge throughout many generations. The Montoya’s gifts at times skipped generations, Marta’s mother and cousins leaving El Paso as soon as they could to enter professions that would help them to rise in prominence. The women who possess La Vista do not know enough about the phenomenon to pass their knowledge along to others; women educated in the ways of La Vista are only knowledgeable because they have self taught themselves over the course of lifetimes. Then there is the issue of time travel. Witches, and normal people, have gone crazy over seeing themselves and interfering with time even if their intentions were sincere. My kids tell me that even if I want to time travel to fix one event, altering time would have a butterfly effect and might alter our own history. Jaramillo’s crux of his exploration of witchcraft is that Nena traveled back in time one hundred fifty years to learn about witchcraft. The characters she encountered there appeared stereotypical archetypes and did not work for me. I would have enjoyed the story a lot more if Nena recounted family history to Marta while teaching her about La Vista while being rooting in one time, the present.
The Witches of El Paso is an example of why I rarely read debuts or newly published books. I need to see how they stand the test of time first. I do appreciate a new Latinx voice in literature, especially a man, whose presence seems to be lacking, or perhaps I am not looking to hard for their work. Luis Jaramillo interviewed a myriad of family members across generations to research the history of El Paso and insert magical realism into their story. I enjoyed the characters of both Nena and Marta Montoya and would love to see if Marta ever achieves that federal judgeship by age fifty. One can see that his work is not as polished as a seasoned writer. His ideas ooze in the magical realism that I love, so I look forward to see where the trajectory of his career brings him. In the meantime, I have five months of no baseball to get through. I am sure that there will be more magical realism in my reading future, and I don’t need to be a witch to forecast that. I just hope that my next book in this genre is more polished in rhe brand of Latinx writing that I have grown to love over the course of many reading years.
3.25 stars