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B+ : solid Hemingway-centred mystery See our review for fuller assessment.
Review Consensus: - Return to top of the page - The complete review's Review: Mario Conde quit police-work a few years earlier, but still hasn't completely made the transition to being a writer in Adiós Hemingway, spending more time (and earning his money) by being a middleman in the used book-trade. When a corpse is found on the old Hemingway estate and it's clear that the man was killed thirty or forty years ago Conde is back on the case. He used to revere Hemingway but, as he puts it: "I handed back my membership card." The more he learned about the old master's life, the less he liked him. But it's his belief in justice that leads him to take on the case: I would love to find out that it was Hemingway who killed that guy. The bastard has been getting up my nose for years. But it pisses me off to think they might land him with a murder he didn't commit. That's why I'm looking into it ...The chapters in Adiós Hemingway alternate between Conde's contemporary detective-work and Hemingway's final days in Cuba, in October 1958, culminating in the crime and it's resolution. (Among the complications: an FBI badge is found near the corpse.) Conde interviews some of those who worked for Hemingway and are still alive, ancient characters with fond memories but also often something to hide. That, and the estate itself, make for a nice nostalgic look at the preservation of the icon in the minds and hearts of Cubans, a romanticized image more touching and memorable than the actual Hemingway scenes. There's less of a socio-political bent to this novel than Padura's 'Havana quartet', but the contrast between old Cuba and the modern state is still very clear. The old also feels corrupted -- from Hemingway's cock-fighting to the suspicion he fell under for his political leanings (more at the hands of the Americans (and the FBI) than the Cubans, of course. Meanwhile in modern Havana Conde reflects: After all, he had been a good cop at one time, despite his dislike of firearm, violence, repression and the legal authority granted to crush and manipulate others through fear and all the macabre mechanisms of the apparatus of power. But now, he was clear about this, he was a goddamn private detective in a country with neither detectives nor private people; he felt like a bad metaphor for a strange reality. He was, he had to admit, just one more poor guy living out his little life, in a city full of ordinary guys and dull existences, without any poetic ingredient and increasingly deprived of dreams.A far cry from Hemingway's world and the characters he surrounded himself with, in other words. And, of course, Padura has Hemingway admit: without my life story I wouldn't have been a writer, he said to himselfAnd perhaps this is Conde's writing-block, the lack of a life story that might allow him to really get down to it (though Padura seems to have done just fine for himself ...). The crime (and Conde's search for clues and answers) unfolds nicely enough. Yes, much of it is about Hemingway's final good-bye to his beloved island, as well as Conde's more removed wishful thinking about a different world, and Padura ties all that together quite well. Fairly breezy, fairly clever, and all in all an enjoyable read. - Return to top of the page - Adiós Hemingway:
- Return to top of the page - Cuban author Leonardo Padura Fuentes was born in 1955. - Return to top of the page -
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