Telex from Cuba by Rachel Kushner

Telex from Cuba

Rachel Kushner

Cuba in the 1950s; a country on the cusp of change. The old way of life among the colonials is slowly dismantled as the seeds of dissent and revolution seeps steadily into people's lives. Reading this is like, day by day, opening up their front doors to see just how these very different lives, in one way or another, are all affected by radical change. In doing this you share their concerns, passions, the sadness and the joy.

Extract

In Palma Soriano, a small town deep in Oriente Province, where the temperature was a good fifteen degrees hotter than in Havana, the sky somehow lower, the sun closer, the air so heavy with moisture it was more fish tank than greenhouse, he returned the car and waited at a dingy stucco motel for his pickup contact. He paid for a room, showered, and went to sit in the shade of the motel patio, which aproned a swimming pool ringed in algae. To his surprise, there was a group of people clustered on the far side of the pool. From the front, the motel reeked of lethargy and desertion. He hadn't heard any guests. The group was absolutely silent, hovering in a semicircle around a camera on a tripod. It was aimed at two men dressed like Cuban rebels in army fatigues and M-26 armbands, except they looked possibly American, pale and clean-shaven. A microphone dangled above their heads.

Parallels
  • Waiting for Snow in Havana by Carlos Eire
  • The Feast of the Goat by Mario Vargas Llosa