National Book Award, Nonfiction, 2003
A childhood in a privileged household in 1950s Havana was joyous and cruel, like any other - but with certain differences. The neighbor's monkey was liable to escape and run across your roof. Surfing was conducted by driving cars across the breakwater. Lizards and firecrackers made frequent contact.
Carlos Eire's childhood was a little different from most. His father was convinced he had been Louis XVI in a past life. At school, classmates with fathers in the Batista government were attended by chauffeurs and bodyguards. At a home crammed with artifacts and paintings, portraits of Jesus spoke to him in dreams and nightmares. Then, in January 1959, the world changed: Batista was suddenly gone, a cigar-smoking guerrilla took his place, and Christmas was cancelled. The echo of firing squads was everywhere. And, one by one, the author's schoolmates begin to disappear - spirited away to the United States. Carlos would end up there himself, without his parents, never to see his father again.
Narrated with the urgency of a confession, Waiting for Snow in Havana is both an ode to a paradise lost and an exorcism. More than that, it captures the terrible beauty of those times when we are certain we have died - and then are somehow, miraculously, reborn.
©2003 Carlos Eire (P)2011 Tantor
"As painful as Eire's journey has been, his ability to see tragedy and suffering as a constant source of redemption is what makes this book so powerful." (Publishers Weekly)
I have read numerous books on Cuba, the Cuban Revolution, the principle players at the time and the part America played in it. While mildly amusing at times, I found this book to be historically incorrect at times and just plain boring. After struggling to the end of the book, I was just glad it was over.
Both, and for the same reasons... The people, the country, the times and the culture.
Just wonderful, I can finally recommend a book to my American friends that explains what we Cuban American immigrants really experienced in pre and post-revolutionary Cuba. I am so glad that this story is finally being told and hopefully understood.
Thank you Carlos for making me go deep into my Cuban Abyss.... I loved how you described in vivid detail our childhood, the lost and gain ..... I left in 1961 and have never returned. Your book is beautifully written
Very much was moved by this book. So many juicy metaphors and the reading was terrific!
I binged listened, and can't wait to go to Cuba in two months!
The author takes you with him with beautiful words and captures this Cuban experience that transcends to many people in many cultures!
I love to read!
I have read so many books that include Cuba. Mostly political, some about the revolution and pre Castro. The only information made available is in regards to conflict, politics, assignations, communism. None about the people which are swept aside as insignificant. I was so happy to find to find a book someone wrote about their family and childhood there, to bring me to some understanding about the everyday people. I was vert gratfeul to find this book. A real treasure.
The honesty and sincerity the author shares. That took a lot of courage in some parts. His writing in many parts is very poetic, almost like reading prose. The way he covers details that bring the images into clear focus. I too was orphaned, at a much younger age, but his situation was very real to me.
The moments that bring our frail humanity into focus, the mystery of dust particles and notions such as these that he conveys. The poetic description of the supernatural and magic. Also the very witty humor he inserts into situations.
This writer is very unique and gifted. I see a lot of promise in his future. We live in a society that has slid into illiteracy on so many levels, it is a shame such rich and meaningful literature may not be showcased as it could be. This is a classic, and far superior to anything Scott Fitzgerald produced.
I believe the book is good... the story is good... compelling... sad... informative... really really good actually... the narrator ruined this for me personally... His voice was just not a great match for the story, I feel...
Carlos Eire writes in the surrealistic romantic style of all great Latin American writers. His story is vivid, innocent, and magical. It was a joy to hear.
This National Book Award-winning memoir is a delight. Eire's observations of his time in Havana as a young boy growing up in a well-to-do family, before the revolution, reflect the unique perspective of youth on family and daily events yet also reveal glimpses into the future as a "lost boy" evacuated from Cuba shortly after Castro came into power. I loved his "voice" as the author, but I did not care at all for the reader's interpretation of the book. His mostly flat, predictably metered reading I found tedious. He did manage some different voices for the female characters and the odd sound effects. But I don't think he did the story justice. I would still recommend the book, just listen to a sample first to see if you're willing to spend so many hours with that voice.
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