How I Became a Nun

by César Aira

Book Overview

The idea of the Native American living in perfect harmony with nature is one of the most cherished contemporary myths. But how truthful is this larger-than-life image? According to anthropologist Shepard Krech, the first humans in North America demonstrated all of the intelligence, self-interest, flexibility, and ability to make mistakes of human beings anywhere. As Nicholas Lemann put it in The New Yorker, "Krech is more than just a conventional-wisdom...

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0811216314
• ISBN13: 9780811216319
• Release Date: February 2007
• Publisher: New Directions Publishing Corporation
• Length: 128 Pages
• Weight: 1.65 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.4" x 5.1" x 7.0"

Customer Reviews

Astonishing and disorganized

The first two chapters are absolutely excruciating to read: incredibly well managed, funny, weird, tense, well conceived, and utterly bizarre. The narrator is a boy, but then again, he might be a girl: that's strange enough, because the ambiguity is managed offhandedly -- someone refers to the protagonist as "he," and someone else as "she." (The offhandedness of references to gender outdoes Yann Martel's attempt at the same insouciance.) The child is offered a strawberry ice cream. It's a special treat, because he, or she, has never had ice cream. He, or she, nearly gags on it, and Aira's description is intense and nauseating. And then -- this is only a "spoiler" for chapter 2, not for the rest of the book (and the information is available in published reviews) -- the father flies into a rage and kills the ice-cream vendor. After that utterly unique start the book unravels, or rather, Aira relaxes into a sequence of set-pieces that could have been independent short stories. It's a Bildungsroman, and you follow the little girl, or boy, through various adventures to an ending that aspires to be as willfully strange as the opening. I'd argue that the problem here is the lingering pernicious influence of magic realism. This isn't magic realism, because nothing is supernatural, and it's programmatically unromantic and unsentimental. But it's determinedly quirky and persistently exaggeratedly eccentric, and those traits, I think, are leftovers -- echoes -- of the little frissons and surrealist pleasures of magic realism. Aira is a stupendously talented storyteller, and I intend to read everything of his that is translated. On this case, the form is episodic for no clear reason (why not a more linear narrative, when Aira shows he's a master of it in the first two chapters?), and the eccentricities are artificially concocted. (It's amazing that Bolaño liked him, because they are so different -- that makes me rethink Bolaño.) It will be interesting to see if his other books have different strengths, or if he is caught in a structureless collages of short-form set pieces.

Pscyhologically, Surrealistically, Obscene

I have never in my life hated a book as much as I hated this book. There have been very few artistic endeavors which I have undertaken or experienced that have aroused such passion as this one. Anything which can generate such an intense emotional response from me deserves at least four stars on this scale--I would have given it 5 stars only if I had been inspired to incinerate the text immediately after finishing it. Highly recommended for all those out there sleepwalking through literature.

Ice Cream surprise

Aira has an eye for intrigue and mystery. Well into the story you sense some sort of confusion. The finale supends this feeling to its fullest height. Hitchcock would be dismayed.