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366 pages, Paperback
First published March 8, 1994
In the end, it was not the novelist but his supporters who lost the election for him. He cannot be faulted for being honest about the recessionary, monetarist program he saw as the only way to drag Peru out of the abyss, and he might even have been forgiven his white turtlenecks and love of French—this was, after all, the café-society Mario everyone already knew. What he was savaged for on Election Day was not knowing how to choose his friends. His friends called his opponent El Chinito—the affectionate diminutive being a favorite recourse of Latin-American racism—and the dark-skinned people who had heard themselves addressed forever as indios and little indios and cholos de mierda liked Fujimori better each time they heard the nickname. (He had the good grace to use the term himself, shouting “El Chinito has arrived!” on his first campaign tours, when there was nobody to do advance work for him.) For its election-week issue, the news magazine Caretas ran a cover that featured Fujimori wearing the indios’ peaked wool-knit cap with earflaps and holding a llama on a leash, with his campaign slogan—“A President Like You”—punctuated as a question. The intention behind it was vicious, but if the cover had come out a few weeks earlier it could have served as Fujimori’s best campaign poster.