Set against the background of the Cuban Revolution, Cristina García’s Dreaming in Cuban is a story that spans three generations of women in the del Pino/Almeida family, highlighting the things that tie them together and those which push them apart.
The book opens with a vision of a man walking across water, a vision seen through a pair of binoculars, by Celia, the matriarchal grandmother. The man she sees is her ailing husband, Jorge del Pino who left for the United States four years earlier to seek medical attention. Observing the apparition, she understands that he has passed on.
Her daughter Lourdes from whom she is estranged and her granddaughter Pilar, with whom she communicates through a kind of telepathic relationship, live in America. Celia is pro the Castro regime while Lourdes abhors it. On opposite sides of the revolutionary fence, neither will budge in their views or actions, despite the consequent rupture in their relationship and the knock on effect it has for others in the family, forced to take sides.
Pilar understands her grandmother and hates that the mother and daughter’s political beliefs prevent her from being closer to either of them. She rebels herself without knowing against what exactly, manifesting her discomfort with the world through impassioned artworks that initially disturb her mother and inspire harsh criticism, but which will eventually bring them closer together.
The past is also invoked through a series of letters written by Celia to Gustavo, the man she first loved, who it is revealed is the not the man she married. Though none of these letters were ever sent, they continue to be written over the years, a place where Celia shares her innermost thoughts, desires and regrets.
Her second daughter Felicia never leaves Cuba, marries, has children and at a certain point becomes somewhat deranged, remarrying twice in quick succession, attracting tragedy from the moment of her second marriage. She becomes deluded, seeks refuge in music and the Afro-Cuban cult of Santeria, becomes a priestess and loses herself completely.
Similarly to Edwidge Danticat’s Breath, Eyes, Memory, Cristina García explores themes of separation and identity, exile, the survival strategies of women and mother’s and the long threads of cultural connection that continue to exist despite the miles that come to separate those who embrace them.
In literature, it tends to be referred to as magical realism, that occasional departure from the firm reality we are sure of, however it seems almost too easy to dismiss it as a literary device and ignore the connections between and within certain cultural traditions, where this ethereal communication between the living and the dead, those present and those who are not, exists alongside the more mundane communication we all indulge in.
I have noticed this tendency occurring in my recent reading of Jamaica Kincaid’s The Autobiography of My Mother, Maryse Condé’s Victoire Edwidge Danticat’s Breath, Eyes, Memory and Cristina García’s work, writers from Antigua, Guadeloupe, Haiti and Cuba respectively and find it adds something essential and attractive to the narrative.
A brilliant addition to a growing collection of literature from this region, in a style I adore. A 5 star read for me. Highly recommended.
Great review. Thank you
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Thank you David, it’s a great book.
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A beautifully written review for what looks like a great read.
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Thank you so much Linda, it’s a great read and a poignant one.
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Wow 5 stars. A must read. The deWaal isn’t getting great reviews and at 400 pages ….. But an interesting history re porcelain. I day down of talking all day here in sunny Copenhagen. Xa
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Really love the sound of this Claire, it’s certainly going on my wishlist. Both the story and the location appeal very much. Great review.
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It’s a great read Ali, I hope you find a copy on your bookish travels, I actually found this little gem in the library.
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This sounds really interesting, Claire. I’m not familiar with this author – one to check out for sure. Thanks for the review.
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She’s an interesting author Jacqui, I’m keen to read more of her work.
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Haven’t heard of this one before and I’m adding it to my TBR. Sounds very interesting!
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Like I said in my comment on 2666, there are some great women writers in the region worth looking into. This was a joy to read after that marathon book.
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This definitely sounds more interesting than Eire’s Waiting for Snow in Havana which I read a good few years ago now.
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Great to hear from you Geoff, I really enjoyed this one, haven’t hear of Eire’s book, but I do recommend Garcia.
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Have been wanting to read this . . . Rachel Kushner’s ‘Telex from Cuba,’ which covers the years leading up to the revolution, was really good. Clearly a rich period for fiction.
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I haven’t read Kushner’s book, but I chose Cristina Garcia because it’s written from a Cuban perspective, both the supportive view from within and the exile perspective of a Cuban refugee and family. Where the two meet and that push, pull effect of culture, family, superstition and tradition is fascinating.
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Hi Claire – thank you for bringing Dreaming In Cuban back to my attention. I read it back in the early 1990s and I don’t remember much about it at all, except that I liked it enough to finish it, unfortunately. Your comments regarding some culture’s honoring ethereal communication between the living and the dead is provocative – I will chew on it a bit and return! 🙂
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Hi Leslie, thanks for your comment, and that mention of the communications between not just the living and the dead, but as happens in Garcia’s novel, between the generations, like the grandmother and granddaughter, even though they live at a distance, across the seas.
It is provocative indeed and an interesting subject to explore and discuss, Maryse Condé refers to it as well in her book Victoire, My Mother’s Mother, which her publisher calls fiction, but which for her is a true story including the voice of the grandmother she had never met. The consequence of an intense period of research and climbing into the minds of bother her mother and grandmother in an effort to understand them perhaps.
It creates rich fiction and novel storytelling, I love it.
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There’s seem to have been a real Cuban vibe around WordPress in the last few months which is not a bad thing, long may it continue…and the same for your reviews.
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A great review, this one sounds fascinating!
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This was a fabulous library book find and I absolutley loved it, especially on the back of having read books by Maryse Condé from Guadaloupe, Edwidge Danticat from Haiti and Jamaica Kincaid from Antigua, I began to see the patterns and connections that stem from those cultures, just brilliant.
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