Could not praise this book more; not only 5 stars but one of my top 5 favorite books of all time. Like the title says, its about the Cuban Revolution and captures so much of what made the revolution such an unexpected victory. Also, this book was extremely entertaining, it reads like a novel and you get such a good feel for all the different personalities of the revolutionaries.
So many wild things happened; Fidel landed with 82 men and still managed to beat Batista's army of 40,ooo, the rebels won on New Year's Eve, Raul kidnapped 52 Americans who were treated so well they became supporters of the revolution, and sooo much more. To be completely honest, its an amazing story, classic David and Goliath tale and one where you really find yourself rooting for the revolutionaries the whole way through.
Quotes
As Fidel wrote: “The word ‘people,’ that has been pronounced so many times with such a vague and confused sense, has become a living reality here, a marvelous thing. Now at last, I know what ‘the people’ is.
This strange apparition, part bandit, part castaway, led the apprehensive farmer into nearby bushes, where eight more armed men were in even worse condition. The sludge-covered figures were emaciated, with sunken eyes and lips raw from dehydration. Their faces and hands were scratched and bloody. Many of their uniforms were torn. Several were even missing boots.A man who was evidently their leader stepped forward like an actor on the stage. He was tall and gangly, with horn-rimmed glasses, a wisp of a mustache, and a week’s stubble on his cheeks.
“Have no fear!” he grandly declared. “My name is Fidel Castro and we have come to liberate the Cuban people!
“Lieutenent, let’s kill them,” muttered a corporal.
“No!” Sarría ordered, then quoted the Argentine intellectual Domingo Sarmiento: “You cannot kill ideas.”Handcuffed in the back of an army truck, Fidel asked Sarría sotto voce why he hadn’t just shot him; his execution would surely merit a healthy promotion. Sarría, a fifty-three-year-old Afro-Cuban, replied simply: “I am not that sort of man, muchacho.”