Ariel Dorfman, a Distinguished Emeritus Professor of Literature at Duke, is the author of the play Death and the Maiden, which will be revived next year on Broadway, and numerous books, including, most recently, of the children’s story The Rabbits’ Rebellion (2020) and a novel, Cautivos (2020), about Cervantes’s life in a jail in Seville. (March 2020)

IN THE REVIEW

The Liar’s Truth

Enric Marco, a Catalan who falsely claimed to have been imprisoned at the Flossenbürg concentration camp during World War II, Barcelona, 2005

The Impostor: A True Story

by Javier Cercas, translated from the Spanish by Frank Wynne

Spaniards in Mauthausen: Representations of a Nazi Concentration Camp, 1940–2015

by Sara J. Brenneis
On May 5, 2005, Spanish prime minister José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero journeyed to Mauthausen, a small Austrian town picturesquely situated on the Danube. A solemn task awaited him: commemorating the sixtieth anniversary of the liberation of the Nazi concentration camp on the hill above the town where, over the course …

Who Killed Colombia?

Juan Gabriel Vásquez, Bogotá, Colombia, 2009

The Shape of the Ruins

by Juan Gabriel Vásquez, translated from the Spanish by Anne McLean
“At what precise moment had Perú fucked itself up?” (“En qué momento se había jodido el Perú?”) That is the question that Zavalita, the protagonist of Mario Vargas Llosa’s Conversation in the Cathedral (1969), asks himself at the beginning of the novel. By using the verb joderse, Vargas Llosa is …

Chile: Now More Than Ever

Photographs of Chileans who were executed under Pinochet’s military dictatorship, at the Museum of Memory and Human Rights in Santiago, which opened in 2010
A museum dedicated to memory and human rights was on nobody’s agenda when the Chilean people managed, after almost seventeen years of dictatorship, to restore democracy to their country in 1990. More urgent tasks awaited. A military government led by General Augusto Pinochet had ruled Chile since the democratically elected …

NYR DAILY

Boccaccio Says Goodbye

And now is the time, Friar, now is the time. I will not repent. I will never abjure my work, I will not say I am sorry for what my seven women and three men recounted to each other on the hills above Firenze. I will not betray all those who, in some near or remote future, will confront another plague and weave their own tales, the stories that, as night falls, will allow them and their fellows to survive.

Pandemic Journal, April 6–12

Making face masks amid the coronavirus outbreak, Haarlem, Netherlands, April 4, 2020

The latest edition in a running series of dispatches by New York Review writers documenting the coronavirus outbreak with updates from around the world, including Verlyn Klinkenborg in East Chatham, Hugh Eakin in Minneapolis–St. Paul, Dalia Hatuqa in Amman, Zoé Samudzi in Windhoek, Ariel Dorfman in Durham, Nathaniel Rich in New Orleans, Christopher Benfey in Amherst, Mira Kamdar in Videlles, Arthur Longworth in Monroe.

Chile: Notes from a Revolt

A protester astride the statue of General Baquedano at an International Women’s Day demonstration, Santiago, Chile, March 8, 2020

The most confrontational protesters want no return to a nation that is falsely unified, pretending we are all friends, a nation where some loot and exploit and lie and others suffer—the real looters, they assert, are the corporations, not those who steal from stores. They want no return to normality when “normality is the problem,” as one of the most popular slogans goes. These radicals, impatient and anarchic, do not appear to have a strategy that can achieve their utopian goals. But is my perspective distorted by the trauma of witnessing, nearly fifty years ago, how the peaceful Allende revolution was derailed by some of the Socialist president’s own most extreme supporters, who scared the middle classes with their wild rhetoric and actions, and gave ammunition to its most implacable adversaries?

Rulfo: Immortal Scribe of the Dead

Juan Rulfo in 1985

Against the grain of the baroque, overwrought style that had seemed to define Latin American literature, each word of Juan Rulfo’s fiction emerges as if extracted from the soil, leaving readers to apprehend what is held back, to divine the vast unspoken world of extinction, the final silence that awaits us all. Without Rulfo’s groundbreaking work, which blended the regional realism and social critique then in vogue with high-modernist experimentation, it is hard to imagine that Gabriel García Márquez could have composed One Hundred Years of Solitude.