33 Revolutions
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At the dawn of Communist Cuba, our unnamed hero, a young black Cuban man, loses his father to death and his mother to emigration. Now he spends much of his time with his Russian neighbor, discovering the pleasures of reading. The books he reads gradually open his eyes to the incongruity between party slogans and the oppressive reality that surrounds him: the office routine; the daily complaints of his colleagues; his own obsessive thoughts which circulate around his mind like a broken record.
Every day he photographs the spontaneous eruptions of dissent on the streets and witnesses the sad spectacle of young people crowding onto makeshift rafts to escape the island. His frustration grows until a day when he declares his unwillingness to become an informer. And this is when his real troubles begin.
“Not since Reinaldo Arenas has a Cuban literary voice arrived on American shores with such beaten madness, and sense of personal desperation.” —Cleaver Magazine
Canek Sánchez Guevara
Canek Sa´nchez Guevara, grandson of Che Guevara, left Cuba for Mexico in 1996. He worked for many of Mexico’s most important newspapers as a columnist and correspondent, and he wrote a regular newspaper column called “Motorcycleless Diaries.” He was a measured and informed critic of the Castro regime. He died in January 2015 at the age of forty.
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Reviews for 33 Revolutions
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Another of the little books that caught my eye on my Wichita book buying excursion at Christmas. This one is a beautiful edition -- French flaps, matte cover, nice design. The author is Cuban-Mexican, and I've been meaning to read more authors from this region. The premise -- life in Communist Cuba is like a scratched record -- every day a repetition, over and over and over.
There are not many revelations here about what life is like under a Communist regime -- intellectualism is discouraged, reporting on the activities of your neighbor is encouraged, you can be stopped by police for any reason at any time and have your life thrown off the rails, rations, government control of media. But there are little observations gleaned, here and there. Details that make this a Cuban story and not a Eurasian Communism story. The 33 revolutions -- 33 short chapters -- is a conceit that also separates this book.
Not earth-shattering, but quietly interesting. - Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5I must admit that I only picked up this short novella (so short that it took me less than two hours to read) because it has been chosen for a group read by the 21st Century Literature group. It is a relentlessly bleak and somewhat repetitive description of life in Castro's Cuba, the description of life being "like a scratched record" is repeated so often it is almost a leitmotif. I can't really claim to have enjoyed this much and can't help wondering whether it would even have been translated had it not been written by a grandson of Che Guevara.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This stark novella, written by the grandson of Che Guevara, is almost an epic poem. Just as a vinyl records revolves at 33 revolutions, so does the life of a Cuban, according to the author. Droning, proscribed, and repetitive. Anything unusual is equated to a skip. Even the number of chapters is 33. The protagonist, ironically enough, identifies his love of reading as the source of his demise. Judge for yourself. Again, beautifully written, stark, and troubling!
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33 Revolutions - Canek Sánchez Guevara
1
Beyond the window, everything moves: paper trees, toy cars, stick houses, straw dogs. Foam spreads through the streets like a stain, leaving water, seaweed, and broken things in its wake, until the next wave, when everything will start all over again. The tide uproots what the wind is unable to demolish. The building withstands the battering. Inside, the corridors seem full of frightened faces and people reciting instructions and obvious truths (We have to keep calm, comrades: nothing is eternal
). Everyone talks at the same time (twenty scratched records playing at the same time): they all say the same thing in different words, like when they’re standing in line or at a meeting—an obsession with talking: twelve million scratched records blathering on without stopping. The whole country is a scratched record (everything repeats itself: every day is a repetition of the day before, every week, month, year; and from repetition to repetition, the sound deteriorates until all that is left is a vague, unrecognizable recollection of the original recording—the music disappears, to be replaced by an incomprehensible, gravelly murmur). A transformer explodes in the distance and the city is plunged into darkness. The building is a black hole in the middle of this universe that insists on loudly breaking down. Nothing works, but it’s all the same. It’s always the same. Like a scratched record, always repeating itself . . .
2
The wind comes in through the cracks, the pipes hiss, the building is a multifamily organ. Nothing can compare with the music of the cyclone; it’s unique, unmistakable, exquisite. In the small apartment, the walls, painted a nondescript color, with no decorations or images, combine with the sparse furniture, the wooden TV set, the Russian record player, the old radio, the camera hanging from a nail. The telephone off the hook, books on the floor. Water seeps in through the windows, soaks the walls, forms pools on the floor. Mud. Grime and more grime. A grimy scratched record. Millions of grimy scratched records. The whole of life is a grimy scratched record. Repetition after repetition of the scratched record of time and grime.
In the kitchen, two cans of condensed milk, one of meat stew, a bag of cookies. On the side, an egg, a piece of bread, a bottle of rum. Some food past its expiration date, with mold on it. The whisk on a corner of the little table; the frying pan on the stove (grease on the wall); and the refrigerator from the Fifties, empty and switched off, with the door open. The bed is in the middle of the bedroom. The bathroom is tiny, dark, without water. The shower is hardly ever used: the bucket and the jug have replaced it. The tube of toothpaste, the deodorant, the razor. The broken mirror paints a scar on his reflection.
He goes out onto the balcony and is hit by a gust of wind. Anonymous in the immensity of the storm, abandoned to his fate, replaying the scratched record of life and death, he lights a cigarette and looks out at that apocalyptic postcard. Time and again, like a scratched record, he wonders why everything appears unchangeable even though each mutation brings upheavals. The building withstands, yes, but everything else sinks into the seaweed and the dead things left by the tide. Finally, he smiles: with the passing of the days, the sea