…y no se lo tragó la tierra

I’m having a much better time with Rivera than I had with Marti. Both I believe to be good writers, yet I much prefer Rivera’s writing style. His small short-story-ish vignettes are so simple, yet beautiful (and great for us those of us with extremely ADD reading habits). He is succinct and to the point, which makes sense as it is largely written from the perspective of a child.

The passion with which Rivera writes is contagious. I particularly enjoyed “Un Rezo.” A parent’s love is so sweet and pure. It saddened me how desperately the speaker wanted to see their son again. That they would offer up their own heart in exchange for their son’s. Some of the subject matter is quite sad but I’m enjoying the occasional humorous bits. I’ve also enjoyed the odd occasion on which Rivera makes subtle social criticisms that reminded me of Ruiz de Burton’s writing. Rivera draws the reader’s attention to the idealistic vision the Latino immigrants have of the United States in a somewhat heartbreaking manner, as it is from the perspective of an innocent, young boy.

I noticed that many classmates seem to be finding it confusing, but I think you just need to be patient when reading this style of literature. I have faith it will all come together soon. Overall, quite a good read. I’m thoroughly enjoying it. Well done, Rivera.