The most recent book I have loved–a term I apply only to those few books that get a place in my personal canon–was Alma Guillermoprieto’s Dancing With Cuba. Guillermoprieto’s books are great but few, so I saved this most recent one for years before reading it as slowly as I could. It’s the story of her strange sojourn, as a relatively apolitical young Mexican-American, in Cuba in 1970, when she taught at the National School of Dance. Guillermoprieto is abjectly honest (or gives that appearance) and turns clear eyes on herself, her companions and her host country, paralleling her inadequacies as a visitor and teacher with one of the early public failures of the Revolution, the zafra, an attempt at a 10 million ton harvest of sugar cane. Both she and the Revolution were young but would age fast that year, and the hindsight of forty years lets her write this aching, ugly yet beautiful, account.
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Thanks for spotlighting this writer. I recall reading her previous essay collection (The Heart That Blleds: Latin America Now) years ago–whose particulars I don’t recall in specific, but the impression remains so that whenever her name falls within my field of vision, I immediately feel it necesary to pick up and devour whatever she’s written.
Incidentally, Guillermoprieto gave a presentation at UC Berkeley a few days ago expanding on the drug culture in Mexcio article she wrote for the New Yorker last year. She gave a quite scary, and almost hopeless, vision of what is going on in Mexico’s current drug war and what awaits the U.S. border region in the near future.
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