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PRAISE
FOR MANDY KEIFETZ
AND
"Fearless and inventive stuff."
—Daniel Woodrell, author of Tomato Red and The
Death of Sweet Mister
"It takes a hell of a book to make me miss both the Upper Valley
and Alphabet City. I've never read anything like it. A smart
and funny novel, wise and wonderful and manic, that edges delightfully
along the borders of language, countries, and sanity. I loved it."
—James Crumley, author of Dancing Bear and Bordersnakes
"Corrido rocks so hard I can't stand it.... I've read novels
where every sentence mattered, but few if any where every sentence
was dripping, sexy, and rich with pleasure of language like Corrido.
I wish I had better friends.... I'd recommend the shit out of this..."
—Tom Hart, author of The Sands and Hutch Owens
Working Hard |
"Giant mushrooms, the imps of the dead, a horse named
Arturo, baseball stats, a Danish beer company's takeover of a New
Mexican village, the Modern Language Association, a love story that
bridges life and death and back again—only one writer currently
on the planet could combine them all and arrive at honest-to-god
poetry. To read Mandy Keifetz's smart, driving prose is to
get caught in the middle of a monumental linguistic food fight;
when the air finally clears, you discover the stains left behind
are those of a ferociously original novel."
—Melissa Holbrook Pierson, author of The Perfect Vehicle |
Alanna Nash, Entertainment Weekly, January
21/28, 2000
This whirlwind of a first novel tracks the affair between a Columbia
University linguistics teacher and a small-time New Mexico thug. What
attracts Molly Veeka, who regularly sees ghosts of her parents and her
dead husband, to Goliath C. Flanagan, who constantly puts them both in
danger with his illegal drug trafficking and assorted peccadilloes, seems
to be the intoxicating cocktail of sex and death. Keifetz's language often
thrills ("My ears were clogged up with the sound of his cracking skull"),
as does her black humor. But the story flies on the strength of its characters,
an unforgettable assemblage of sad and sweaty losers who crack jokes as
they skate along the outer edge of sanity.
Book Review for "Images,"
KRWG-FM, Las Cruces, NM (National Public Radio)
by Leora Zeitlin
Since writing my first book review for "Images" at the end of 1997, I've
been impressed by the variety and quantity of books set in Las Cruces,
Mesilla and El Paso—or in fictional versions thereof. The latest
to cross my desk is by New York writer Mandy Keifetz, a novel called Corrido,
named for a style of Mexican ballad.
Far from ballad-like, this book has the relentless rhythmic pounding
of an urban rap played at full blast: it's a driving, hard-edged tale
of seedy characters who talk the talk in hip, smooth, fast language that's
riddled—and I mean through and through—with profanity. Much
of it takes place under the enfeebling hot sun of southern New Mexico,
but it has the crazed energy and darkness of a New York City street at
midnight. The book brings those two locales together through its
2 narrators—Flan and Molly—who, despite their vastly different
circumstances, have fallen into a steamy long-distance love affair.
Goliath Flanagan—Flan, for short—is a shrewd drug-dealing
ex-con born and raised in Mapache, which, from its landmarks and history,
can be read as Mesilla. He's the son of a gambling mother and prostitute
grandmother and considers this region a "cursed wasteland." As she says,
"I'd always been an outsider and liked it, dreaming of New York, of trading
the Land of Enchantment for the land of anonymous freaks."
His girlfriend is Dr. Molly Veeka, a linguistic prodigy who speaks 39
languages and teaches at a prestigious university in New York. For all
her clarity of tongue, however, Molly's world is clouded—not only by her
escapades with Flan into drugs and alcohol, but also by her regular encounters
with the dead. A typical day for Molly includes visitations by her gypsy
father, a host of imps and animals, and her late husband Evan, who died
after taking a hallucinogen and walking under a bus. It's no surprise
that Keifetz sets the book in the weeks surrounding Halloween and our
locally much-celebrated Day of the Dead. This book is all about the possibility,
and the impossibility, of opposing realities colliding: the living
and the dead, and the real and the unreal, Mexico and the US, men and
women, ex-cons and professors, speech and silence, and madness and sanity.
When the book opens, Flan is on his way to a new life in New York with
Molly. What lures them back is Molly's old lover and teacher, who invites
her to substitute for his class at NMSU for a few days while he attends
a conference. Once here, Flan and Molly get sucked into a dangerous power
game. In Keifetz's sinister version of Las Cruces and the so-called Mapache,
almost everyone—from a farmer's daughter right up to the local priest—is
involved in crime, drug trafficking or some sort of prostitution. Drugs
and sex permeate the novel as promiscuously as the dust of New Mexico
settles on every available surface. But when a Danish beer corporation
elbows its way in with big development plans, the crime ring of Mapache
begins to unravel.
For much of the book, Keifetz seems less interested in the truth of her
portrayals than the verbal sparring that goes on. Like Molly, she seems
to enjoy the cigarette-in-your-face snideness of the characters, and their
linguistic spats. But also like Molly, it turns out, she wants to get
beyond the surface vulgarity and really listen to what people say and
feel—to catch the subtle associations of their words.
Given how much she disses Las Cruces and Mesilla, it isn't always easy.
I had to get 3/4s of the way through to discover that this book actually
has a heart. But it does. A "corrido"—a the epigraph notes—is
a narrative ballad from this region that celebrates heroes, grieves for
the suffering of the innocent, and honors the memory of the dead. In its
own punk-slick sort of way, this Corrido eventually lives up to
its name. (1/23/99)
From The Austin Chronicle, 12/11/98:
Take all the lingering ghosts and graying sages out of the American desert,
and what is left? Madness, answers first-time novelist Mandy Keifetz.
A gritty, guns-and-drugs place where history and habits allow no one to
escape. With her blustery first novel, Corrido, Keifetz helps
to create and explore this madness by collecting all the mythic spirits
from the sands and placing them into the heads of her charmingly neurotic
characters. After all her twisting of plot and logic, what Keifetz
comes up with is a sort of hallucinogenic romance set in the empty West,
a picture of the torment and craze of two lovers as they become trapped
int he mirages of their relationship.
The more neurotic of these lovers is Molly Veeka, a New York linguistics
professor who frequently converses with dwarfish incarnations of the dead.
Her teaching routine, which is little more than a than a ceaseless bickering
with grad students over the weightless problems of signifiers and code,
is interrupted by the appearance of Goliath C. Flanagan, her on-again,
off-again boyfriend who has just finished serving probation for drug-running
in New Mexico. Flan, as she calls him, is eager to leave the dry
and paceless life of the West and settle with Molly in the anonymous glitz
of New York. After becoming freshly involved in a scheme to sell
a psychedelic drug called Smiley, though, he is forced to return to the
desert to pick up a shipment. Molly accompanies him because she
has agreed to substitute teach at New Mexico State University for her
former college mentor and ex-lover, Feck, who is busy trying to sucker
his way into the Modern Language Association. It is in the desert
that the discomforts of their love come to the fore, opening up the narrative
for the invasion of the ghosts of Molly's father and her dead ex-husband....
What makes the novel a satisfying read Keifetz's right-on grasp of events
and details that elevate the common into something nearly precious.
Her description of Molly Veeka's favorite baseball team as 'the tang of
strive and failure, or labor in obscurity, underdog magic, long muscles
stretching under sweaty skin' may as well be the epitaph for the wilting
love between her characters, or for the doomed inhabitants of her vast
desert. It is in moments like this that the insanity of her book
opens itself up to reveal its rich nature, one of drugs and sweat for
sure, but also one of cooling earth at night, and sadness. (David Garza)
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