I have always been a Isabel Allende reader and admirer. As one of her millions of devoted followers, I feel blessed to have read her latest book.
Two people slowly fall in love; the reader is taken on a historical tour through Chili, Brazil, Guatemala, Canada; human trafficking; drugs and alcoholism; a murder mystery; and a few I might have forgotten. The story is packed with adventure, nostalgia, remorse, and so much more.
I was thinking about the associations we make between elements of our experiences. The role of music. How memories are evoked when certain songs play on the radio. Some recall good, and others bad memories. This is Allende's style. She feeds the reader amazing, very often shocking stories, in rhythmic poetic prose. There is always music in her words. Honest, autobiographical elements combined with mysticism and hard historical fictional facts.
Human trafficking is strongly spotlighted in this tale. This 'industry' followed the same route as alcohol through history. Where prohibition kicked in, the activities went underground. Where slavery was legally abolished, it became next to drugs and gun smuggling, one of the biggest, unregulated monstrosities of the underworld. While providing an avenue for money laundering, human exploitation, illegal immigration, and political corruption, it leaves its consequences for the tax payer to face in the form of higher taxes to cover the cost of policing, drug and alcohol rehabilitation services and everything else falling within the parameters of its vast networks. It's unstoppable and thriving.
Nevertheless, Allende throws in a romance and all the other sweet thrills to provide a contemporary, enjoyable read for various genre lovers. The atmospheric tale did not grip me as much as her earlier works such as House of Spirits and Eva Luna, which captured a global audience with her magical realism. There is a strong element of “literary elephantiasis” ( Stephen King's term for his books which tend to bloat), as well as crowd-sourcing present. Too many issues to attract as many readers as possible. It can be found in many authors's works of course. Louise Penny is doing the same and it leaves me wanting for the old charm of their previous books. However, her wit and charm remains classic Allende in all her sweet, compassionate and mesmerizing self. Sadly, I felt like reading headlines in novel form.
Apart from that, Allende went through enough tragedy, challenges, and misery herself, which enables her to portray her characters with so much depth. Like Lucia in the book, Isabel is blessed with liviano de sangre - a Chilean expression for someone who is good natured and loved without meaning to, or for no obvious reason. Her stories are laced with her humor and wit which adds more soul to her work.
THE BLURB
New York Times and worldwide bestselling “dazzling storyteller” (Associated Press) Isabel Allende returns with a sweeping novel about three very different people who are brought together in a mesmerizing story that journeys from present-day Brooklyn to Guatemala in the recent past to 1970s Chile and Brazil.
From the Introduction to the Reading Group Guide for the book
A blizzard in New York City brings together three strikingly different people, each burdened with a difficult past. Lucia, an aging Chilean writer who has survived political exile, disease, and betrayal, is marooned with her dog in a basement apartment in Brooklyn. Richard, an academic chairman at NYU, is a broken man haunted by guilt for his fatal failures as a husband and father. And Evelyn, a brave young Guatemalan woman, is an undocumented home health aide who fled her native country due to gang violence, which claimed the lives of her two brothers and very nearly destroyed her own. Over the course of several days, these three—each a misfit in a different way—are forced by circumstances into a rare level of intimacy. As the result of a shocking crime, they depart on a precarious epic journey that reveals their painful inner demons and ultimately enables them to forge a tentative peace with their pasts.