Bonsai by Alejandro Zambra

Alejandro Zambra’s Bonsai fell into two lucky categories for me; I’m a sucker for the Melville House Art of the (Contemporary) Novella series, and it fit into my meandering Latin American literature theme. This is truly a slim book, even superslim or sleek. A fair number of its 83 pages are at least halfway blank. This is what I love of novellas—tiny, fine creations consumable in a single incredibly satisfying sitting. As a matter of personal taste, the novella is often the exact size, shape, and depth I want of a work of fiction. (Funny for a girl who loves all that Melville, no?)

So what does Zambra do in his short space? His opening is instructive:

In the end she dies and he remains alone, although in truth he was alone some years before her death, Emilia’s death. Le’s say that she is called or was called Emilia and that he is called, was called, and continues to be called Julio. Julio and Emilia. In the end Emilia dies and Julio does not die. The rest is literature:

Plotwise, the novella takes the reader from the beginning of Julio and Emilia’s relationship through the end of it and past her death to what is, it begins to appear, the present-day life of Julio. The two of them meet, begin an affair, sacralize literature through sex, fall apart. Central to their relationship is a literary lie: each has falsely told the other they have read In Search of Lost Time. Proust breaks them up.

Back to that quoted paragraph, though. It’s the give and take that is most instructive, as Zambra will use devices like this one to disorient the reader throughout the book. She dies, he remains alone—no, he was already alone. She “is”—no, she “was.” As for “him,” we must hedge—is, was, and continues to be. “In the story of Emilia and Julio…there are more omissions than lies, and fewer omissions than truths, truths of the kind that are called absolute and that tend to be uncomfortable,” the narrator tells us. You just about have to write it out in predicate logic to dig through the words and find the meaning.

The effect is lovely and goes perfectly with the atmosphere of the book, which is one of haze, malaise, and a general aversion to commitment. And we come to find out that, within the story, there is a reason the narrator is writing this way—there is a good answer to the question, why is this narrator writing at all? The air of mystery and mistrust throughout is reinforced.

The novella contained a few elements I have begun to consider “typical” as I read more Latin American literature. The literary references were numerous, and almost exclusively intriguing. I want to go back through the first half of the book and write down every author mentioned for further exploration. The noncommittal narration itself gives the story a familiarly shifty grounding. Oh, and the melancholy—did you notice the melancholy? I hope so. The book is also much more contemporary than what I’ve been reading (published in Chile in 2006) and there are plenty of ways that makes it different. I’ll have to wait until I’ve got more experience to say more, but I loved reading this and will be looking into more Zambra rather soon, I should think.

3 comments to Bonsai by Alejandro Zambra

  • I’ve yet to try Zambra, Nicole, but have heard good things about him from others and now you. Sounds wonderful! Naturally, I’m curious to hear more about what you perceive as “typical” elements in your Lat Am reading–so please don’t be shy! P.S. I, too, love the novella form–not sure why I don’t read more of them.

  • I think you’ll like him. As for the “typical,” I’m sure I’ll have more on that as I go. I do try to take my time making a fool of myself ;)

  • Timely of you to post on this book…I read his other novella, Private Lives of Trees, over the summer and loved it, and was hoping to read Bonsai sooner than later. I’m such a fan of novella-length fiction and Zambra’s style worked so wonderfully in that format.