jueves, 31 de mayo de 2012

Sobre héroes y tumbas

Sobre héroes y tumbas (Booket, 2011)
by Ernesto Sabato
Argentina, 1961

Since Sobre héroes y tumbas [On Heroes and Tombs], once considered to be an undisputed classic of the Boom decade and now seemingly struggling just to maintain its mere "disputed classic" status among Lat Am lit fans not named Ignacio Echevarría, was something like 3/4 "pretty good" + 1/4 "laughably bad" according to the uncanny but always accurate arbiter of excellence calculations I worked out on scraps of paper over the course of two calendar years, this post is going to have to be somewhat more complicated than I'd originally intended.  Damn you, Sabato!  A 508-page chunkster that intermittently intercalates a dry 1840s historical narrative having to do with Argentina's civil wars into a gothic 1950s Buenos Aires crime story in which the daughter of one of the leading families of the city decides to burn her father and herself to death in a premeditated act at least partially related to the family's genetic predisposition to mental illness, the novel is an ambitious but sprawling mess which--at its best--actually delivers an emotionally and psychologically convincing story of star-crossed teenaged lovers Martín and Alejandra set against a lugubrious and politically turbulent Baires backdrop.  At its worst, as in the 150-page first-person "Informe sobre ciegos" ["Report on the Blind"] said to have been prepared by Alejandra's father and completed on the night of his mysterious death, the novel offers up a cheesy and over the top example of Sabato trying too hard to impersonate the voice of a cruel, paranoid, incest-driven madman and failing badly.  Which is too bad because, the dimestore surrealism and Dostoevsky-wannabe bits aside, Sabato's use of Buenos Aires as a setting feels authentic and is occasionally utterly compelling--here, in this bit involving a Borges cameo, for example, and later on, when Roberto Arlt gets namedropped in the middle of a wild screed focused on immigrants and anarchists before the coup against Yrigoyen in 1930.  In other words, an OK read but hardly the big deal it's sometimes made out to be except in snatches.  (Booket)

Borges (l) and Sabato at the Bar Plaza Dorrego in San Telmo, Bs.As.

A dissenting opinion
Ignacio Echevarría has this to say about Sobre héroes y tumbas in his entry on the work on page 49 of Los libros esenciales de la literatura en español: narrativa de 1950 a nuestros días:  "El tiempo ha ido menguando los apasionados fervores que en su momento suscitó esta novela, que sin embargo mantiene --para los lectores más jóvenes y para los que vuelven a serlo cuando recuerdan la lectura que hicieron de ella-- el encanto de su propio exceso, de su ambición descontrolada, de sus énfasis dostoievskianos, de su solemnidad, de su arrebato, de su desgarro; de todo aquello, en definitiva, que despierta en la actualidad una condescendiente reprobación" ["Time has been diminishing the intense fervor that this novel provoked in its heyday, which nonetheless still maintains--for younger readers and for those who become young again when they remember their reading of it--the delight of its own excess, of its unrestrained ambition, of its Dostoyevskian emphases, of its solemnity, of its fury, of its impudence: of all that which, in short, nowadays arouses a condescending condemnation"].

4 comentarios:

  1. Normally a review (whether a rave or a massacre) won't necessarily affect whether I read a work or not, as but this novel has been floating at the edge of my consciousness since I first became aware of the English translation, I'll gladly latch onto your 1/4 tepid appreciation of it as an excuse not to move it further to the front - for now.

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    1. "Tepid appreciation" sounds about right, Scott, insofar as one has to wade through a lot of muck to dig out the good stuff in this one. Too bad, though--some of the good stuff is really good, to the point I was totally conflicted at times. Bummer...

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  2. I got about 10 pages into The Angel of Darkness before deciding it probably wasn't worth it. From your review, maybe there were some good bits though later on.

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    1. Obooki, I'd guess that there'd be many good bits sprinkled throughout Angel of Darkness. The question still remains whether it would be worth it for you to slog through all the rest just to get to the good stuff, though. Can't remember the last time I kind of really liked and then completely hated the same book in such a fashion as I did here. Weird, just weird!

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