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464 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2018
first came the europeans screwing over the indians, then the children of the europeans screwing over one another to name things with borrowed words. and that is all, america, whatever you call yourself.as with his novels sudden death and you dreamed of empires, álvaro enrigue's latest is a work of historical fiction, albeit one galloping far ahead of any single genre's constraints. now i surrender (ahora me rindo y eso es todo) — first published in its original spanish in 2018 — is an anti-imperialist western, a reckoning with the subjugator's self-serving narrative nonsense, and a tribute to an in-between country "whose sole possession was the thing that in the end the rest of us give up to get ahead: dignity."
westerns are the fairy tales gringos tell themselves to assure the triumph of bureaucratic reason over the excesses of individual will; they are the most effective vehicle for the dissemination of productivity culture in a country whose other founding myth is respect for individual freedoms.braiding several storylines from past to present and set largely in the desert southwest, now i surrender follows the chiricahua apache in the latter half of the nineteenth century, in the time of the apache wars. much of the novel focuses on geronimo, apache warrior, masterful escape artist, and perennial burr in the saddle of mexican and u.s. governments alike. what begins as the tale of a kidnapped woman takes us on horseback across apachería, ensuing decades, a modern-day family vacation, and all manner of bellicosity and betrayal.
westerns are the final chapter in the anthology of the conquest of america. they promise us that gringos are from europe, not america.enrigue is a sensational storyteller, lending both playfulness and poignancy to an otherwise tragic chapter in the history of a proud people. with lush characters amid an arid landscape, enrigue enlivens the past, un-erasing an entire nation and restoring honor "so that no one would forget to whom this country belonged." completely magnificent in scope and style, now i surrender makes one wish it were the novelists who wrote our histories, rather than the so-called victors with all of their timeworn expungements and requisite exculpations.
among many other things, westerns are graveyards dotting the mantle of the southwest, the embellished memory of a profoundly unwashed founding moment: marble and roses on top, and a generation of genocidal killers and their rotting victims beneath a layer of dirt. so that was all, america.
"... los mexicanos odian al indio, pero no pueden vivir sin él, y el indio igual."
"... esta mujer puede estar viva. ¿Cómo sabe? Tenía mundo adentro, esas no se doblan."
"... le dijo que su vida empezaba justo cuando se iban los chiricahuas, que era una pena, que había nacido tarde, que seguiría la tierra, pero se había terminado el mundo."