Once a week, every week for ten years, members of the Polimnia Club have met to read and recite poetry. They are as apolitical, innocent, and innocuous as their verse. But they live in Beunos Aires in the mid-1970s, during the worst of Argentina's "dirty war." Because of that, and because a jealous wife wants to punish her wandering husband, and because the gods are meddling in the affairs of mortals . . . they have all been marked for Death.
This novel by a brilliant Argentinian satirist, now exiled in Mexico, dares to expose with devastating wit the political terror, brutal repressiveness, and irrational violence that characterizes life in a dictatorship.
"A well-written, funny, yet serious novel . . . The most sinister and terrifying aspect . . . is the role chance or randomness plays as an indiscriminate instrument of repression." New York Times Book Review
Once a week, every week for ten years, members of the Polimnia Club have met to read and recite poetry. They are as apolitical, innocent, and innocuous as their verse. But they live in Beunos Aires in the mid-1970s, during the worst of Argentina's "dirty war." Because of that, and because a jealous wife wants to punish her wandering husband, and because the gods are meddling in the affairs of mortals . . . they have all been marked for Death.
This novel by a brilliant Argentinian satirist, now exiled in Mexico, dares to expose with devastating wit the political terror, brutal repressiveness, and irrational violence that characterizes life in a dictatorship.
"A well-written, funny, yet serious novel . . . The most sinister and terrifying aspect . . . is the role chance or randomness plays as an indiscriminate instrument of repression." New York Times Book Review