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Argentina

Books set in Argentina, a country in South America

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Dining Out with the Gas Giants by Clare O'Beara

SF & F Atlas - South / Central America

20 books — 9 voters

El Eternauta by Héctor Germán Oesterheld

Biblioteca Clarín de la Historieta 2004

20 books — 6 voters

Nuestra parte de noche by Mariana Enriquez

Temporada de huracanes by Fernanda Melchor

La casa de los espíritus by Isabel Allende

Distancia de rescate by Samanta Schweblin

Cadáver exquisito by Agustina Bazterrica

Novelas en español escritas por mujeres

220 books — 109 voters

The Lions of Little Rock by Kristin Levine

Where Have All the Flowers Gone? by Ellen Emerson White

On the Banks of Plum Creek by Laura Ingalls Wilder

I've Read (Been) Everywhere - Johnny Cash/Hank Snow

39 books — 6 voters

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Libros que deberían traer a Argentina YA!!!

707 books — 346 voters

El Mundo del Olvido by Cristian Otárola Jiménez

El pilar de un imperio by A.C. Godoysinn

Alternativa S.A by Jorge Sanhueza Bastías

Latin American SciFi

91 books — 23 voters

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“ People spoke to foreigners with an averted gaze, and everybody seemed to know somebody who had just vanished. The rumors of what had happened to them were fantastic and bizarre though, as it turned out, they were only an understatement of the real thing. Before going to see General Videla […], I went to […] check in with Los Madres: the black-draped mothers who paraded, every week, with pictures of their missing loved ones in the Plaza Mayo. (‘Todo mi familia!’ as one elderly lady kept telling m People spoke to foreigners with an averted gaze, and everybody seemed to know somebody who had just vanished. The rumors of what had happened to them were fantastic and bizarre though, as it turned out, they were only an understatement of the real thing. Before going to see General Videla […], I went to […] check in with Los Madres: the black-draped mothers who paraded, every week, with pictures of their missing loved ones in the Plaza Mayo. (‘Todo mi familia!’ as one elderly lady kept telling me imploringly, as she flourished their photographs. ‘Todo mi familia!’) From these and from other relatives and friends I got a line of questioning to put to the general. I would be told by him, they forewarned me, that people ‘disappeared’ all the time, either because of traffic accidents and family quarrels or, in the dire civil-war circumstances of Argentina, because of the wish to drop out of a gang and the need to avoid one’s former associates. But this was a cover story. Most of those who disappeared were openly taken away in the unmarked Ford Falcon cars of the Buenos Aires military police. I should inquire of the general what precisely had happened to Claudia Inez Grumberg, a paraplegic who was unable to move on her own but who had last been seen in the hands of his ever-vigilant armed forces [….] I possess a picture of the encounter that still makes me want to spew: there stands the killer and torturer and rape-profiteer, as if to illustrate some seminar on the banality of evil. Bony-thin and mediocre in appearance, with a scrubby moustache, he looks for all the world like a cretin impersonating a toothbrush. I am gripping his hand in a much too unctuous manner and smiling as if genuinely delighted at the introduction. Aching to expunge this humiliation, I waited while he went almost pedantically through the predicted script, waving away the rumored but doubtless regrettable dematerializations that were said to be afflicting his fellow Argentines. And then I asked him about Senorita Grumberg. He replied that if what I had said was true, then I should remember that ‘terrorism is not just killing with a bomb, but activating ideas. Maybe that’s why she’s detained.’ I expressed astonishment at this reply and, evidently thinking that I hadn’t understood him the first time, Videla enlarged on the theme. ‘We consider it a great crime to work against the Western and Christian style of life: it is not just the bomber but the ideologist who is the danger.’ Behind him, I could see one or two of his brighter staff officers looking at me with stark hostility as they realized that the general—El Presidente—had made a mistake by speaking so candidly. […] In response to a follow-up question, Videla crassly denied—‘rotondamente’: ‘roundly’ denied—holding Jacobo Timerman ‘as either a journalist or a Jew.’ While we were having this surreal exchange, here is what Timerman was being told by his taunting tormentors:

Argentina has three main enemies: Karl Marx, because he tried to destroy the Christian concept of society; Sigmund Freud, because he tried to destroy the Christian concept of the family; and Albert Einstein, because he tried to destroy the Christian concept of time and space.

[…] We later discovered what happened to the majority of those who had been held and tortured in the secret prisons of the regime. According to a Navy captain named Adolfo Scilingo, who published a book of confessions, these broken victims were often destroyed as ‘evidence’ by being flown out way over the wastes of the South Atlantic and flung from airplanes into the freezing water below. Imagine the fun element when there’s the surprise bonus of a Jewish female prisoner in a wheelchair to be disposed of… we slide open the door and get ready to roll her and then it’s one, two, three… go! ...more ”
― Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir

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“ Encogida a ratos y a saltos después Sangraron mi vida y a sangre maté. Sé que, ya paloma, pesado ciprés. O mata florida, lloré y más lloré. Ya probando sales, ya probando miel, Los ojos lloraron a más no poder. Da entonces lo mismo, que lo he visto bien, Ser rosa o espina, ser néctar o hiel. Así voy a curvas con mi mala sed Podando jardines de todo jaez. ”
― Alfonsina Storni, Antología poética

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