Description:
An icon of Latin American literature captures the strangeness of childhood as he explores the aftermath of a long-ago injury in this "searching, lyrical memoir" with elements of magical realism "reminiscent of García Márquez" (Kirkus Reviews)
Homero Aridjis has always said that he was born twice. The first time was to his mother in April 1940 and the second time was as a poet, in January 1951. His life was distinctly cleaved in two by an accident. Before that fateful Saturday, he was carefree and confident, the youngest of five brothers growing up in the small Mexican village of Contepec, Michoacán. After the accident--in which he nearly died on the operating table after shooting himself with a shotgun his brothers had left propped against the bedroom wall--he became a shy, introspective child who spent afternoons reading Homer and writing poems and stories at the dining room table instead of playing soccer with his classmates. After the accident, his early childhood became like a locked garden. But in 1971, when his wife became pregnant with their first daughter, the memories found a way out. Visions from this elusive period started coming back to him in astonishingly vivid dreams, giving shape to what would become The Child Poet.
Review Quotes: "Proust meets magical realism in this searching, lyrical memoir . . . In this soft-spoken account, [an] accident transforms Aridjis from boisterous lad to a bookish solitary who turns to poetry. It would not be a modernist Latin American literary work without at least a moment reminiscent of García Márquez, and there are many here, as when a suitor rejected by his aunt takes up the habit of sitting in the town square holding a protective umbrella, 'though the sky was clear' . . . A fine introduction to a writer who deserves to be better known to English-language readers."
--Kirkus Reviews
--The Poetry Review "This is writing that by the force of authenticity ultimately matters."
--Cleaver Magazine "Glorious."
--Eileen Battersby, Irish Times (Best Books of 2016)
"Homero Aridjis believes his own poet's life began after a gun injury in childhood. The injury created the poet yet he is proposing too that childhood is poetry, an accumulative first encounter with the stuff that the rest of the life will be working through. The writing here is awesomely beautiful--rich, kinetic and even macabre . . . I'm aware throughout that this quick and lucid feeling translation is the product of Chloe Aridjis, the poet's daughter. To be medium to the matter-of-fact privilege of a male child coming into his own in a man's world, particularly when that child is your future illustrious dad brings a fantastic and even trans glow to this baroque and embodied tale of youth understanding in hindsight his future powers."
--Eileen Myles, author "Homero Aridjis's poems open a door into the light."
--Seamus Heaney