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The book s title is truth in advertising We are at the deathbed of a man 71 years old He reminisces about his life and in the process gives us a mini history of modern Mexico He also tells us in overly medical detail about his pains and symptoms His wife, daughter and son in law are usually by his bedside and he despises all of them.Like many men who were in war, in his old age he goes back to those events as the most significant in his life In Artemio s case it was episodes during the Mexican Revolution civil war of roughly 1910 1920 where he fought and won on the side of the revolutionaries overthrowing the landed estate owners and other rich people But Artemio lost his idealism and eventually became one of the 1% he helped overthrow He was elected to national politics and promptly used his position to accrue wealth He dealt in railroads and timber and minerals and farmland He bought land outside ever expanding Mexico City He married the daughter of a wealthy land owner and took over his estate He had a son that he encouraged to fight in the Spanish Civil War where the son died His wife ends up hating him for their son s death and for ruining her father s estate The feeling is mutual.In all his business affairs Artemio felt that an accident of geography had him born on the Mexican side of the border in his heart he belonged on the other side with the Norte Americanos the Donald Trump characters he wheeled and dealed with The book jumps around in time chronologically from past to present and sometimes becomes confusing as we go from 1919, at the time of the fighting, then back to 1913 when he met the love of his life who was killed in the war then to the death of his son in Spain in the 1930 s In the last chapter, 1889, we learn details of his birth and childhood at the end of the bookOf course he had many mistresses along the way and we learn of his relationships with some of these His fantastic wealth is illustrated when we read of his annual New Year s bash for 100 of Mexico s elite at his exquisite mansion Food and singers and waste all around as low paid busboys hustle drinks and cooks slave in the kitchen But all Artemio is left with are memories of the war and of his first love, and the taste of ash. It s hard when a good friend recommends a book so highly and you can t come to the party Artemio Cruz, the great Latin American novel I can t see it In synopsis, maybe, it s got everything the genre requires ex revolutionary soldier turned landowner through loveless relationship with big man s daughter becomes corrupt politician and media magnate and reflects, on his death bed, on all the people he s shafted It s the Citizen Kane of Mexico But for all that, to me it doesn t have half the power of Juan Rulfo s Pedro Paramo, which treats of similar themes if less explicitly in a third the space, and if you throw in Rulfo s short stories another 100 pages, still less than Cruz s 300 then I know for damn sure which revolutionary Mexican I ll be siding with Not Carlos Fuentes.What s good about Artemio Cruz It s got some rip roaring action, some serious drama, mainly in the flashbacks to the Revolution, which take up at least half of the narrative The words seem to fly off Fuentes s pen it moves fast And by the end you re left with an elemental, hard boiled, cartoon like tapestry of revolutionary Mexico that is not dissimilar to a Sergio Leone film, though lacking the soundtrack and the humour, and given an extra heft by its aura of historical accuracy and, yes, passion It s deeply felt, but as if felt by some autistic given to only one strain of feeling some bitter sensualist fixated on thwarted love and evil Which is fine of course we need those books too But it s limited That said, there s some epic sequences here the battle in the ravine and Cruz s subsequent escape into the mine and duel with the rival Colonel springs to mind as the best of them Still, to this reviewer it all seems kind of pat The death bed reflections of a corrupt magnate Yeah, well there d better be a twist in there And maybe that s what Fuentes had in mind with the to me, arbitrary, elementary, mechanical supposedly experimental structure, an unvarying repeated A B C in which A is a third person flashback focussed on Cruz, never omniscient , B is a first person view of the hospital room, and C is some second person inner monologue which seemed like sheer show business to me, unnecessary for anything but establishing Fuentes s avant garde credentials, and dated into the bargain Is it only me who associates the late 60s early 70s with freeform poetic stream of consciousness Doris Lessing s Briefing for a Decent into Hell, another hospital death bed interspersed by flashbacks story, springs to mind Tellingly, the third person occupies by far the most space here, and I for one gritted my teeth through the other sections for the sake of a return to this main body of the story A sample but I look at my fingernails when I reach out to touch my frozen feet which I no longer feel, I look at my brand new blue, blackish fingernails that I ve put on especially to die, ahhh it won t go away, I don t want that blue skin, that skin painted over with lifeless blood, no, no, I don t want it, blue is for other things, blue for the sky, blue for memories, blue for horses that ford rivers, blue for shiny horses and green for the sea, blue for flowers, but not blue for me, no, no, no, ahhh ahhh and I have to lie back because I don t know where to go, how to move, I don t know where to put my arms and the legs I don t feel, I don t know where to look, I don t want to get up any And so on Now, far be it from me to demand that every sentence in a book be beautiful Pedro Paramo, for example, has many sentences that, taken alone, don t make much of an impression at all But they re to the point That above passage, and pages and pages like it, I d just as soon Fuentes had thrown in the trash But you start cutting a big jangled mess like this and you just might find all you have left is a kind of James M Cain wartime potboiler, and I dare say that s not what Fuentes was going for Might have made a better read than this, though Spare me the trimmings. You are on your death bed, suffering from an affliction of uncertain causes, Artemio Cruz Surrounded by people you dislike, although they are part of your family, you are drifting from dream to reality, from past to present Time will exist only in the reconstruction of isolated memory, in the flight of isolated desire, which will be lost once the chance to live is used up, incarnate in this singular individual that you are, a boy, already a moribund old man Your mind is chaotically travelling from a moment in your life to another There is no sense to the order in which you are remembering episodes of your life, both personal and social Past loves, treacheries, escape from poverty and ascent on the wealth scale, history of your losses come in random flashbacks to you And you wake up and listen to fragments of conversation, try to discern gestures or physical traits of the ones around you at present and you are only now seeing the invisible threads connecting your life and your ascent to the development of Mexican revolution and implicitly Mexican history In this random recapitulation of your life, you cling to the memory of people that meant much to you a prostitute who loved you sincerely and not for money and whom you loved than you loved anybody else, your son whom you lost because of the civil war in Spain, your wife Catalina who only meant to take revenge when she married you and so on Going back and forth in time, you keep remembering Regina, the only person who didn t love you for your wealth.Written in a wonderful narrative style, the story of your life impresses The lyricism and the exceptional beauty of the phrases make the tragedy of your life sharper through antagonization Midday had barely passed the rays of the sun in decline passed through the root of tropical leaves like water through a sieve, pelting down hard The time of paralyzed branches, when even the river seemed not to flow It was really not easy to make sense of the disarray that your mind is displaying through Fuentes words, but it was so rewarding when I succeeded in doing so I mentally experienced such wonderfully narrated moments, in spite of their sadness, that I will always remember you like a character who, although highly unlikable, has a certain je ne sais quoi that attracts and stays in your memory alive.They all say that Fuentes was a genius I now know why. carlos fuentes is another one of those latin american writers that makes me hate myself beyond his tremendous skill as a novelist, he s good looking, well dressed, worldly, dashing, daring, and claims to have slept with jean seberg and jeanne au the bastard and then i come across the article below and all my self hatred is directed solely at him the series mentioned would surely be my favorite bunch of books ever written except they don t exist In the fall of 1967 I happened to be in London at the same time as the Peruvian novelist Mario Vargas Llosa We had both read, recently and with admiration, as well as a touch of envy, Edmund Wilson s portraits of the American Civil War in Patriotic Gore Sitting in a pub in Hampstead, we thought it would be a good idea to have a comparable book on Latin America An imaginary portrait gallery immediately stepped forward, demanding incarnation the Latin American dictators.Individuals such as Mexico s Santa Anna, the peg legged cockfighter who lost the Southwest to President James K Polk s Manifest Destiny or Venezuela s Juan Vicente Gomez, who announced his own death in order to punish those who dared celebrate it or El Salvador s Maximiliano Hernandez Martinez, who fought off scarlet fever by having street lights wrapped in red paper or Bolivia s Enrique Penaranda, of whom his mother said, If I had known that my son was going to be president, I would have taught him to read and write all of them pose tremendous problems for Latin American novelists How to compete with history How to create characters richer, crazier, imaginative than those offered by history Mr Vargas Llosa and I sought an answer by inviting a dozen Latin American authors to write a novella each no than 50 pages per capita on their favorite national tyrant The collective volume would be called Los Padres de las Patrias The Fathers of the Fatherlands , and the French publisher Claude Gallimard took it up instantly Unfortunately, it proved impossible to coordinate the multiple tempos and varied wills of a wide variety of writers who included, if my recall is as good as that of Augusto Roa Bastos character El Supremo, Mr Roa Bastos himself, Argentina s Julio Cortazar, Venezuela s Miguel Otero Silva, Colombia s Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Cuba s Alejo Carpentier, the Dominican Republic s Juan Bosch and Chile s Jose Donoso and Jorge Edwards one of them promised to take on a Bolivian dictator When the project fell through, three of these authors went on to write full length novels of their own Mr Carpentier Reasons of State , Mr Garcia Marquez The Autumn of the Patriarch and Mr Roa Bastos I the Supreme bastard. ( DOWNLOAD EPUB ) ⚖ La muerte de Artemio Cruz ♝ Hailed as a masterpiece since its publication in , The Death of Artemio Cruz is Carlos Fuentes s haunting voyage into the soul of modern Mexico Its acknowledged place in Latin American fiction and its appeal to a fresh generation of readers have warranted this new translation by Alfred Mac Adam, translator with the author of Fuentes s Christopher UnbornAs in all his fiction, but perhaps most powerfully in this book, Fuentes is a passionate guide to the ironies of Mexican history, the burden of its past, and the anguish of its present I thought the premise of the story sounded interesting Artemio Cruz no relation to that other guy named Cruz is a corrupt well, everything politician, soldier, man He s on his deathbed now, and the story hops around in time to tell his story of each major event of his life, back to the present of his deathbed experience The premise is great, I love the idea of the bouncing around, the storytelling aspect.But the story itself was not always easy to read, and by that I mean the way that someone once told me they don t read and they consider James Patterson a hard author to read, because he s difficult Fuentes feels difficult to me to read, and it may very well be because I am not very well versed in Mexican history, and I feel if I understood of the historical context, I would have appreciated the story a lot than I did This is my own fault, not the fault of the author s.But the reality is, it did mean I didn t understand a lot of the story I could understand the corruption and much of the personality and relationships between the characters, but there was a distance I felt to the rest of the story that I can t quite put my finger on, but I ve been wondering if it s something I m not particularly able to put my finger on when it comes to a lot of the Latin American Boom authors, such as some of Gabriel Garc a M rquez s writing and what I ve read by Jorge Luis Borges so far Again, I don t blame the authors or the culture, because it s my own fault I don t understand the context in which they wrote I expect a lot of the emotional distance I interpret in the reading is because of that context which is lost on me Maybe I ll investigate that and then re read some of these books and authors that didn t affect me as much as I feel they should have. This novel made a huge impression on me Read as part of my 1962 reading list, it was the original translation by Sam Hileman, Fuentes s translator throughout the 1960s Artemio Cruz was a fictional impoverished mulatto In his teens, he ran away to fight in the Mexican Revolution but later betrayed the ideals of that conflict and through sharp dealing became a wealthy and influential financier.Artemio is dying all the way through the novel, but looking back from his sickbed and through the dreams and delirium of illness The author therefore becomes the voice of the man, an artful and successful method of unwritten autobiography put down on the page by another.While still a soldier, Artemio finds his first, his one and only love Once she dies of a bullet wound, his ideals become diluted by sorrow The rise to power involves him in a loveless marriage as well as shady dealing with American investors Like any good mogul, he also buys a newspaper by which he can spin events to his own benefit and influence politicians.Despite the despicable nature of Artemio s life, I came to care about this man Like many modern novels of today, the time sequence is tangled but creates the effect of a person coming to terms with his life seeing how his earlier actions influenced later ones grappling with the tough questions of honor vs power As a result, Fuentes presented a history of the revolution through the lens of one man s life.Also by means of straight memory, dream states, and the continuous contrast of Artemios s current struggle with his illness, his doctors, and his family, the author draws the reader into all the conflicting ways any person deals with a life The writing is powerful, somewhat experimental, and I almost did not want the book to end I turned the last page and wondered who I could read that writes like this today. The Great Mexican Novel The Great Novel of the Latin American Boom Generation However you describe La muerte de Artemio Cruz s greatness, you ll need a capital G.The book, which is generally regarded as Carlos Fuentes s best I ll resist endorsing that statement now, for I haven t read any other of his fictional works, but I acknowledge it d be hard to beat tells the sinister, obfuscated story of the failure of the Mexican Revolution by way of the sinister, obfuscated character Artemio Cruz A Mexican Charles Foster Kane, a real life Ebeneezer Scrooge Artemio Cruz is not a likable man He betrays his lovers, comrades and country for his own personal advancement He treats his family like financial dependents incapable even of the hard work and disciplined thought he demands from his servants and business partners He hosts New Years Eve parties just so he can invite less wealthy people into his home and be worshipped.Fuentes organizes the book into sections that do not tell the story chronologically but do repeat the same three part structure 1 An important moment in Cruz s life is narrated by an omniscient voice, with occasional inserts by other characters 2 On his deathbed, and in the first person, Cruz reflects upon the events in his life, justifies his treachery, and expresses his contempt for the well wishers gathered at his bedside And 3 the voice of Fuentes or is it the voice of Revolution directly addresses Cruz, drawing the connection between Cruz s abandonment of ideals and his country s overall corrupt state Of course, this third section, which is written in the second person, reads like the author s direct reproach not just of Artemio Cruz but of us, the audience, too.Another reviewer has said that Cruz may be the least likable character in Latin American literature Yes, but is he really that different from any of the rest of us Fuentes, with reference to Baudelaire, says not Selfish, scornful, and unworthy of any love and redemption Artemio Cruz is our twin our brother. I had to read a book for my high school World Literature class and chose to read this book in particular because it seemed to be interesting I did not know what to expect from this book because it caught me by surprise The book starts off with a surprise in use of explicitness , the author Carlos Fuentes use rich imagery and other techniques to catch a reader and keep them focused and reading wanting to read on though the novel is not simple it helps open up your imagination and think about what is occurring Taking place within the Mexican revolution the main character lives through to see modern Mexico rise and be a part of it all The novel is of a wealthy high class man Artemio Cruz who is in his death bed, lying there at his last moment there is a crowd of people among him many of which never loved him as he see it but only his wealth He orders for his only loyal friend Padilla to bring a recorder to record his last spoken words Then we learn of his life through his memories of his climb of poverty to wealth involving corruption, guilt, disloyalty, and affairs Speaking of his experiences of a crucial disturbing war, erasing all emotions from existence because there he meets the woman he loved and desired to live with the rest of his life but is sadly torn from his emotions in disbelief to find her dead Through memories he slips in and out from dreaming and reliving to reality on his death bed The book seems to go in a sequence of events starting from his recent memory to the first memory where he goes back to his birth here the novel ends. This is unquestionably a great novel about the upwardly mobile middle classes under the PRI Partido Revolucionario Institucional during the period from roughly 1900 to 1962 Our protagonist Artemio Cruz is on his death bed refusing to make a confession to his priest as the Catholic Church is one enemy he absolutely refuses to pardon.Cruz had been born into a family of very modest means The Mexican revolutionary wars from 1911 to 1920 set Cruz onto path that will allow him to become very rich He rises through the ranks of the army that will ultimately win In so doing, he acquires the contacts in government and the ruthlessness that will allow him to become very rich As he lies dying, he knows that his wife and children consider him to have been a brutal thug He in turn hates them for their hypocrisy They want to inherit his money and to be able to say their hands are clean both at the same time.This is an excellent book to read for anyone who wants to understand how the Mexicans see themselves and their history in the first half of the 20th century.