Dance With Snakes (Biblioasis International Translation Series)

Dance With Snakes (Biblioasis International Translation Series)

Language: English

Pages: 160

ISBN: 189723161X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


As El Salvador returns to peace after more than a decade of civil war, Eduardo Sosa, an unemployed sociologist, becomes fascinated by a homeless man who lives in a beat-up yellow Chevrolet parked across the street from his sister’s apartment. An unexpected turn of events causes Sosa to assume the other man’s identity. When he becomes the driver of the mysterious yellow Chevrolet, Sosa discovers that it is home to four poisonous snakes. With the snakes as accomplices, Sosa unleashes a reign of terror on the city of San Salvador. Dance With Snakes is a macabre high-speed romp, in which violence and comedy become almost indistinguishable. The non-stop action raises provocative questions about social exclusion and the role of the media, but this novel by the author of the acclaimed Senselessness also evokes the tenderness of relations among those on society’s margins.

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Víctor, the driver says, as he adjusts the dial on the walkie-talkie. There’s always interference in this part of the city. Roger is her partner, a Frenchman in love with the tropics, with whom she’s lived for six months. A leftist who can cook and fuck wonderfully, but who’s stubborn and domineering, qualities he showed again last night when he went to bed angry that she refused to believe there could be political motives behind the snake attacks. “A destabilizing factor,” he called it. Even

it had been a long time since they’d been out for a stroll and they were sick of being cooped up in the car. I told them to be discreet and try not to make a racket. It’d be best if they followed underneath the cars while I looked for a faucet to fill up the bottles. Then they should go back to the Chevrolet. But there wasn’t a tap anywhere in that vast expanse of pavement, at least not one that I could find, so I decided to go to the supermarket. I went into the mall and, to my great surprise, I

Beti said they’d never seen so much excitement in so little time. I smiled, pleased to see them happy. I reached for the bottle of rum and took a big swallow. I lit a cigarette. Then I realized that I was driving towards the suburb where Don Jacinto’s wife surely still lived. I opened the glove compartment, took out the registration and read the exact address. It was easy to find the house. I parked in front and covered the windshield and window again. I was about to get out, when Beti stopped

letters,” I mumbled. “Letters sent by Mrs. Aurora Pineda to Don Jacinto Bustillo, both deceased, incidentally. I wanted to know if you were interested . . .” His face changed. Without a word, he grabbed me by the lapels and hauled me over to the table where the others were drinking. They jumped up and took out their guns. “Get this motherfucker!” He screamed, enraged. They picked me up by the arms and started beating me. “No one fucking blackmails me!” he shouted in between kicks and punches.

letters,” I mumbled. “Letters sent by Mrs. Aurora Pineda to Don Jacinto Bustillo, both deceased, incidentally. I wanted to know if you were interested . . .” His face changed. Without a word, he grabbed me by the lapels and hauled me over to the table where the others were drinking. They jumped up and took out their guns. “Get this motherfucker!” He screamed, enraged. They picked me up by the arms and started beating me. “No one fucking blackmails me!” he shouted in between kicks and punches.

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