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Meet Octavio. He's a large lunk, a gentle giant, living alone in a lowly Venezuelan town – a town which once, fleetingly, had fame, fashion and success through a minor miracle, but has none any longer. Octavio, it seems, has some unusual habits – here he is, marching off to the chemist's with a table across his back, for it was all the doctor had at the time to write a prescription on. Now we never learn exactly what the cause of the prescription was, but we soon find out what the cause of the table is – Octavio cannot read, and has learned nothing beyond cutting into his palm to allow the wound to let him escape the need to write. Until, that is, a woman seems to suggest a way for him to learn to read and write, and to love – but that experience also proves to Octavio that there is a whole host of other things he can put his mind to, both for good, and for bad…
This is a very Latin American book – not what you'd immediately expect from a publisher of French titles. Not just in the Scrabble-master level vocabulary of all the fruits, trees and wildlife mentioned is in Latin, but in the feel of it all, the colours leaching off the page. It's also touching on their own literary form, that of magic realism, although speaking as one who doesn't like the genre I didn't find it prohibitively so. But chiefly it's a Latin American book through subject. We may see Octavio jump from one peculiar circumstance, one singular career and one lifestyle, to another, but throughout he remains Octavio – a well-meaning, broad-shouldered and tall character. Stately, you could say – even if he's not the character that actually is named after a country in these pages.
I must thank the publishers for my review copy.
[[A Bright Moon For Fools by Jasper Gibson]] has taken us to Venezuela before, but it's a very different beast of a book. You might also enjoy [[Black Sugar by Miguel Bonnefoy and Emily Boyce (translator)]].
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