The Tango Singer
Bruno Cadogan arrives from
The secretive and elusive Martel is rumored to be even better than Carlos Gardel, the greatest tango singer of the 1920’s and ’30s. A woman describes Martel’s hypnotic singing like this: " . . . it was the nightingale, the first lark from the world’s beginnings, the mother of all songs. I still can’t understand how he could have breathed, where he got the strength to keep from fainting. I found myself crying when I heard him sing…I myself was remembering things I never lived." Yet, Martel has never been recorded and his seemingly random venues are never announced. Both The Aleph and Martel become Bruno’s obsession. Both prove difficult to find.
"I had the feeling,” Cadogan says, “that in the Buenos Aires of those months the threads of reality moved out of step with the people and was weaving a labyrinth in which no one could find anything or anyone."
Buenos Aires is described to us as an illusory and incoherent labyrinth (which, in reality, it sort of is in some neighborhoods). It causes Bruno to be perpetually lost, wandering the streets at all hours of the day and night as the city disintegrates into chaos as a consequence of the economic crash. The streets are clogged with roving demonstrators, the night belongs to homeless children, some shops are pillaged, and others simply close down. Against this backdrop, Bruno becomes convinced that Martel’s apparently random concerts are actually based on some mysterious formula and begins mapping them, frantically trying to solve the riddle before the sickly, decaying Martel dies.
Bruno’s quest is best described as hallucinatory, which makes for some interesting, if not challenging, reading.Martínez keeps us deliberately off balance, just like the protagonist.There are stories within stories, fictional, but supported with enough historical facts and factual descriptions of Buenos Airesthat they are believable. Eventually we, and Bruno, learn why they are presented to us in the book.
Of particular interest to me were the often exquisite, if not phenomenal descriptions of Buenos Aires ". . . majestic from the second or third story upwards and so dilapidated at street level, as if the splendour of the past had remained suspended in the heights and refused to descend or disappear.”
An outstanding book! - John
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Your future as a reviewer is assured. Very nice!
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