Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
Here, Arizona writer Martin (Songs My Mother Sang to Me: An Oral History of Mexican American Women) presents "personal and collective memories" in plainspoken yet lyrical stories of her "mexicana life experiences" in the Los Angeles barrio. The painfully real and the irreal mix: in the fantastical tale "Plumas," a shy cafeteria employee is always late because she oversleeps while dreaming that she is Xochitl, a priestess of the Aztec creator goddess Tonantz'in; in "El Creciente," "third- and fourth-generation city slickers" go to a family reunion and get caught in a flood that carries past them "a phantom flotilla" of the town's dead. In the more strictly realistic "Dichos," a girl "drags her butt and feels like a martyr" when she goes to visit her great-grandmother, but once there is engulfed by the smells of cooking and the rhythm of the old woman's proverbial sayings. Though Martin overdoes the proverbs and cultural edification in some other stories, overall her blend of Spanish words, details and metaphors offers an affectionate depiction of life in a changing neighborhood. (Apr.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
A slender volume of lyrical vignettes and loving character studies that isolate representative people and aspects of Chicano culture (e.g., ""La Tortillera The Tortilla Maker"" and ""Orgullo Pride""), all set in and around Tucson. Though uniformly devoid of plot or even narrative tension, the stories are enlivened by colorful imagery and, in those spoken by their focal characters (rather than Martin's omniscient narrator), racy individuality. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
Review by Kirkus Book Review