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8little_paws's review against another edition
3.0
this book felt all over the place. the first half, about him getting through his grieving period, is stronger than the second half which is about a group kidnapping in Mexico city. I felt the whole thing was too loosely related.
bshook's review against another edition
4.0
This book could have used better editing as it never really coheres. Then again, maybe that's a fitting way to represent a place that one loves--through disjointed snippets of daily life, geography lessons, and a deep dive into that place's cruelest realities, in this case all through the lens of grief.
Goldman describes just about every young woman he meets in lascivious detail, like when he calls the teenaged sister of an abducted woman "a classic cheerleader type" whose "swath of brown belly showed in the space between her pressed T-shirt and spotless pale tight jeans." Could have done without that.
Goldman describes just about every young woman he meets in lascivious detail, like when he calls the teenaged sister of an abducted woman "a classic cheerleader type" whose "swath of brown belly showed in the space between her pressed T-shirt and spotless pale tight jeans." Could have done without that.
robynlets's review against another edition
3.0
This is a weird book that I read because it's one of the few contemporary accounts of the sociopolitical life of Mexico City. It taught me a lot, and I appreciate that the latter quarter of the book is a forensic journalistic account of the disappearance of a dozen young people and the struggle by their families for justice. My main critique is that I think that author is a creep when it comes to women (by which I mean he evaluates the physical appearance of every woman and *young girl* he encounters throughout the book) and overall just kind of an unlikable dude with so-so politics. I give it a "meh" to an "ugh".
hypops's review against another edition
3.0
A journalistic “vertical slice” of Mexico City during the summers of 2012 and 2013, Francisco Goldman’s The Interior Circuit mixes memoir, historical chronicle, and investigative journalism. It is filled with simultaneously entrancing and horrifying accounts of the history and violence of Mexico City, but the prose style is so dry that it can sometimes read as cold and detached.