I received a review copy of this title from Open Letter via Edelweiss. This review is my second contribution to Spanish Lit Month hosted by Stu at Winstonsdad and Richard at Caravana de recuerdos. I am also very excited to say that this is the 300th post on my blog. I have worked hard on all of my reviews for the past two years and thanks to everyone who has visited and supported my modest endeavors.
My Review:
This interesting tale begins in modern day Paris when Pichón Garay receives a disk with the contents of an absurd story about two doctors in 19th century Argentina whose mission it is to cure the mad. As Garay reads the beginning of the story he learns that no one is sure whether or not this story is pure fiction or has any truth to it. At times the story seems far fetched and ridiculous, but the ways in which these doctors treat the insane is compassionate and for this reason we hope it’s true.
The narrator of this manuscript is Dr. Real, whose ironic name is a not-so-subtle stroke of genius by Saer. Dr. Real meets his mentor in Europe while in medical school and accepts the position to serve as his assistant while they establish an asylum for the insane in Argentina. Saer handles the sad plight of the mentally ill in the 19th century with sympathy as he describes their illnesses which are little understood in that time period. Most of the patients in the hospital are dropped off by the rich and elite who are embarrassed by their mentally ill family members. It is sad that many of the patients end up with Dr. Real, not because a family wants their loved one to be cured, but because they are fend up and ashamed by the stigma of such an illness. Saer dwells on the fact that Dr. Real and his mentor employ the kindest possible treatment for these discarded and abandoned patients.
When the clinic is built, Dr. Real is given the task of going to Santa Fe to collect five of the patients that will be treated in the clinic. The journey from Argentina to Santa Fe is perilous for many reasons and doing it with five very ill patients makes the journey seem absolutely absurd at times. Saer meticulously describes the symptoms and backgrounds of all five mental patients. Among them are a nymphomaniac nun who believes she needs to have sex with as many men as possible in order to unite the human with the divine. There is also an upper class gentlemen who seems well-dressed and charming at first, but after speaking with him for only a few moments Dr. Real discovers this man is severely manic. There are also three young men, two of which display symptoms of Tourette Syndrome as they repeat certain phrases and noises. The other is a young man who repeats the same motions with his hands and seems to be suffering with some type of an obsessive compulsive disorder.
The real danger presents itself on the trip back to Argentina when Dr. Real must keep his patients calm while navigating the various treacheries of the plains. When they set out it is winter and the constant cold and damp makes everyone miserable. They must constantly alter their course to avoid the flooding river and the constant threat of hostile Indians. The nun is someone that Dr. Real has a particular time controlling because she is successful at seducing the military troops who are supposed to be guarding the caravan. By the end of the journey the nun is the best guarded person in the caravan as the soldiers rarely leave her side.
The Clouds showcases Saer’s genius of describing vivid landscapes. We feel cold when the winter sets in, damp when the rivers flood and terrified when a fire threatens the caravan. Dr. Real is reading Vergil’s Aeneid during his journey which epic could not be more appropriate for his excursion. The comparisons between Dr. Real and Aeneas are endless as I thought about both stories. But on the most basic level, Aeneas is the perfect hero and role model for Dr. Real who is attempting his own dangerous and seemingly impossible trek across a harsh landscape.
This is the second work I have read of Saer’s and I was captivated by his storylines and his prose in both. I cannot recommend this author highly enough.
About the Author:

Gavin Lamb is a thirty-one year old virgin who still lives at home with his parents. It’s not that he can’t afford to move out because he has a very lucrative career as a hairdresser in London. But he doesn’t like change and moving out of his childhood home would be more change than he could possibly handle. His doting and old-fashioned mother would also have a very hard time letting go of her son.
This book is set in an apartment building in Mexico City in which a group of elderly retirees live. The residents of the building engage in various activities together in order to fend off boredom, including the most popular activity which is the daily gathering and discussion at the literary salon. Francesca, the building president and leader, is also the head of this salon. As each new member moves into the building, he or she is given a warm welcome and an invitation to the salon. The only person who has ever dared to turn down an invitation to the salon is our witty, clever and crabby narrator, a man who goes by the name of Teo.
Juan Pablo Villalobos was born in Guadalajara, Mexico, in 1973. His first novel, Down the Rabbit Hole, was the first translation to be shortlisted for the Guardian First Book Award (in 2011). He writes regularly for publications including Granta and translated Rodrigo de Souza Leão’s novel All Dogs are Blue (also published by And Other Stories) into Spanish. His work has been translated into fifteen languages. He lives in Barcelona and has two children.
This book contains a series of short stories told by a group of men sitting around at café in Morocco. It appears that they have been friends for quite some time as there is a lot of teasing, interrupting, and jocularity mixed in with their stories. Their tales range from the funny to the rather serious and I found that the theme of being an outsider in a foreign land pervades the entire collection.
Fouad Laroui (born 1958) is a Moroccan economist and writer, born in Oujda, Morocco. Over the past twenty years, Laroui has been consistently building an oeuvre centered around universally contemporary themes: identity in a globalized world, dialogue/confrontation between cultures, the individual vs. the group, etc. With ten novels and five collections of short stories written in French, plus two collections of poems written in Dutch, a play, many essays and scientific papers (written in French or English), his on-going ambitious literary output has been recognized with many awards, including: Prix Albert Camus, Prix Mediterranée, Prix Goncourt de la Nouvelle, Grande médaille de la Francophonie de l’Académie française, Prix du meilleur roman francophone, Premio Francesco Alziator (Italy), Samuel-Pallache-Prijs (The Netherlands), E. du Perron Prijs (The Netherlands)
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