3.5 / Train to Oblivion was an interesting and unusual read. Long in parts, sometimes jarring in its translation, yet dotted with poetic and tender moments.
Overall, a love story in a time of uncertainty, war and displacement. The all too familiar story of colonial entitlement impressed upon contented people and their battle to keep hope and traditions alive.
This is the author’s debut novel, and Moira is doing wonderful things for the Mapuche Nation of Argentina. Drawing back the curtain, shining a light on past injustices, she has been successful in recovering territories for several communities, and organising the first Indigenous Women’s Parliament.
Below are a few of my favourites
“Sometimes words must be silent so only an embrace can be heard. An embrace can say things that language still has not learned.”
“Our people are a tree that knows where its roots grow, but not where its branches will end.”
“Yes there was no doubt civilization had arrived, and a new world would be imposed upon us. We would witness how all that had once existed on this mapu was swept away like dead leaves on the winds of oblivion.”
“The rooster drew back the curtain of night with its crow, opening the windows of dawn to receive the sun.”
“That injustice cuts through the fabric of goodness and innocence, wresting peace away from us.”
“War, that nightmare whose scale is impossible to grasp until it turns our lives upside down with a bombing. How could we not understand the Irish and all the oppressed peoples of the world? It is so easy to feel a kinship with those invaded nations deprived of their freedom.”
“Love tends to elude conformists, those weak-spirited people who allow themselves to be pulled along by circumstances and don’t fight with the conviction of their dreams and affections. They lead mediocre lives, and time flows for them through a narrow corridor of fears. Safety is a rocky ground that cuts into the soles of their feet. Only those who stop walking and dare to fly can achieve freedom and fulfil their dreams.”
“Two wombs cradle our children: one in the belly, for them to grow, and another in the heart, for them to feel.”
3.5 ⭐️ Kindle Edition