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A review by cjf
Quesadillas by Juan Pablo Villalobos
4.0
Funny, irreverent, slightly obnoxious, tons of fun. Like skipping stones with friends -- brothers, sisters, anarchists, cows, and aliens, too. Like tumbling ridiculously down hills about politics and class struggle and suddenly there is a firecracker or two in some wealthy landowner's mailbox. And then a small explosion. And then laughter.
Selected underlinings:
"'You learn from everything in life, Oreo.' Really, Mum? Is it really worth accumulating so much useless lousy knowledge?
"Why pay for a psychoanalyst when you have a stoner uncle?"
"But I hadn't come back to tell the truth, or learn to lie. I had come back because the class struggle had worn me out and I wanted to eat quesadillas for free. In the end, for whatever reason, one always comes home, or one never really leaves, and everything ends up being about settling old scores with memory, or, rather, with language."
Selected underlinings:
"'You learn from everything in life, Oreo.' Really, Mum? Is it really worth accumulating so much useless lousy knowledge?
"Why pay for a psychoanalyst when you have a stoner uncle?"
"But I hadn't come back to tell the truth, or learn to lie. I had come back because the class struggle had worn me out and I wanted to eat quesadillas for free. In the end, for whatever reason, one always comes home, or one never really leaves, and everything ends up being about settling old scores with memory, or, rather, with language."