This debut memoir by Mexico's foremost gonzo journalist recounts his life as an illegal immigrant in the Bronx, where he works in kitchens and at gas stations as he dreams of becoming a successful writer. For the Love of the Dollar presents a present-day picture of the America inhabited by immigrants, seen in all its triumphs and defeats, excitement and disappointment, with J.M. Servín's signature dark humor and knack for unveiling the surface of things to lay bare the American dream.
Juan Manuel Servín es un escritor y periodista mexicano nacido en 1962. Es uno de los autores destacados del México actual. Publica regularmente ficción, periodismo y ensayo en suplementos, revistas y periódicos mexicanos y del extranjero. Parte de su obra ha sido traducida al francés, al inglés y forma parte de diversas antologías.
I struggled with this one as I read it because when I heard "memoir of an undocumented worker" all I could think was it would be a tale of strife and struggle. That's not what this book is, but then it also doesn't really tout itself to be so. As I spent time reflecting on it, I began to appreciate the strong portrait of one person's experience and attempts to reach for the American Dream.
But I'm at a loss for a star rating. I'm tempted to give it more stars than it deserves to off set the poor ratings, but am refraining from rating it for now.
I grew up with a good friend with the last name of SERVIN. I found this book in Mexico and thought that he might be related to the family. I had it in my book shelf for a while and now it his turn.
So far I like his prose and the view of the US from an immigrant's point of view. The story is going very fast and I think he could have spent more time going in depth on the story. However, I like it so far.
La experiencia personal de un inmigrante en Estados Unidos, que se dedica a drogarse, emborracharse y acostarse todos el tiempo. Descripciones minuciosas de todas las parrandas, las intoxicaciones, y las juergas. Nunca pasa nada, y tampoco está excelentemente bien escrito. La verdad es que lo encontré prescindible. Dicen que "Cuentos para gente sola" es mejor, pero realmente ya se me acabaron las ganas de explorar a este escritor.