Another book from a box of unread Latin American works. Another writer that I’ve been wanting to read for a long time. Like Chile is often perceived as a nation of poets, I often think that Argentina and Uruguay/Buenos Aires and Montevideo could be characterized as the land of the short story writer: Jorge Luis Borges, Felisberto Hernandez, Silvina Ocampo, Julio Cortázar. I’d almost bet that there are more great short story writers per capita in this region than from any place else in the world. I would add Cristina Peri Rossi to that group.
A great short story is narrowly and obsessively focused–is the product of obsession?--which then defamiliarizes that focus, whether that focus is physical, real, imaginary, emotional, intellectual, or surreal (other descriptors?). I expect that whatever experience a short story takes on, the story will make it strange or uncanny, revealing or reveling in the unusual. Within my reading experience, Borges is the master of estrangement. In this volume of stories, Peri Rossi is equally estranging as well as enchanting, with each story attracting the reader to rethink some small slice of experience to understand it differently. As an example, I turn to the story for which this volume is named, “The Museum of Useless Effects.” The protagonist spends afternoons at the museum, which is more like a library, investigating the collection and talking with the clerk on duty. Like the books in Borges’ “The Library of Babel,” the useless effects of human intentions and actions are infinite. Every year the effects are collected and categorized and their numbers reduced so that organizing them is a manageable task. In “The Library of Babel,” Borges’s protagonist and the other librarians are overwhelmed by the infinity of the library and the books it contains, leading them to existential crises. In “The Museum of Useless Effects,” the protagonist takes great comfort in his visits and in the museum’s strategies to manage its ever-growing collection. Unlike the Borges story, where the existential threat is from within, in the Peri Rossi story the threat is not from within, the infinite, but without, finite funding that may be coming to an end, leading to the museum closing down. The story ends with a sentimental tug rather than existential dread. There is something comforting and humanizing about failure. The rest of the stories in the volume–whether focused on dreams, pigs, fish tanks, trapeze artists, door knobs, and more–are equally estranging, revealing, and attractive.