"It is a profoundly lyrical meditation on empire and history, a celebration of Cuba's extraordinary past, and a reflection on the nature of Caribbean society.
"Like Milan Kundera, he seems to review political history as a series of accidents and brutalities rewritten with glorious lies, and like Kundera, he brings history down to human size by rewriting it again, as so many jokes' Daily Telegraph, London.
"Reading through G. Cabrera Infante's new work, 'View of Dawn in the Tropics', is akin to unearthing a box of old photographs and grisly souvenirs. It is a collection of images, moments, anecdotes, and chilling moral tales that together form a history of Cuban struggle, a black and ironic portrait of oppression and uprising on that 'sad and unhappy island'" The Times, London. (From the 1990 Faber & Faber paperback edition of the work).
I have quoted the above because they say so well what I would wish to say about this wonderful work and it leaves me free to insist that - this is not a collection of short stories, nor is it a pale imitation of Eduardo Galeano's 'Memory of Fire' trilogy or any other of his works. It is something unique and brilliant GCI can be, and has been, compared to Nabakov in his ability to write brilliantly in many languages but, more importantly, to be a voice ignored and disbelieved when he tried to tell the truth. For those who don't know what I mean I suggest googling Fidel Castro's grandson and the video of him speeding through the streets of Havana in his expensive sports car with the same care for ordinary Cubans as the Marquis St. Evrémonde's for the children of Paris (a reference to Charles Dickens 'A Tale of Two Cities' - if you don't want to read it watch any of the films made from it).
Because I loved this book I am including below the piece about this novel from the 'Neglected Book' page - a site I highly recommend:
'Excerpt:
'"The comandante gave him a story to read. In it a man would go into the bathroom and spend hours locked inside it. The wife worried about what her husband was doing in the bathroom for such a long time. One day she decided to find out. She climbed out the window and walked along the narrow ledge that went around the house. She slid up to the bathroom window and looked in. What she saw stunned her: her husband was sitting on the toilet and had a revolver in his hand with the barrel in his mouth. From time to time he took the barrel of the gun out of his mouth to lick it slowly like a lollipop.
'"He read the story and gave it back to its author without further comment or perhaps with an offhand comment. What makes the story particularly moving is the fact that its author, the comandante, committed suicide seven years later by shooting himself in the head. So as not to wake his wife, he wrapped the gun in a towel."
'Comments:
'Best known for his masterpiece, Three Trapped Tigers, Cabrera Infante described View of Dawn in the Tropics as “a personal statement of the strategies of history.” This short book, barely 140 pages long, comprises approximately 100 vignettes drawn from the history of Cuba. Cabrera Infante’s approach is similar to Eduardo Galeano’s magnum opus Memory of Fire, but distilled to a piercing intensity.
'The theme of virtually all of the vignettes is violence. The violence of the first Spanish masters against the natives, the violence of slave rebellions, the violence of colonial wars, the violence of coups and counter-coups, the violence of Castro’s revolution, and the violence of its repressions. Many of the vignettes end in death.
'Violence, Cabrera Infante seems to suggest, is endemic to the presence of humans on the island. Whether repressive or liberating, the violence continues, in contrast to the qualities of the island itself:
'And it will always be there. As someone once said, that long, sad, unfortunate island will be there after the last Indian and after the last Spaniard and after the last African and after the last American and after the last of the Cubans, surviving all disasters, eternally washed over by the Gulf Stream: beautiful and green, undying, eternal.
'Writing from his chosen exile in London, Cabrera Infante seems to draw some hope from this perspective. If violence is the legacy of humans on Cuba, it’s a legacy that will last only as long as there is human memory. As he writes in one vignette (quoted in entirety): “In what other country of the world is there a province named Matanzas, meaning, ‘Slaughter’?”'