7/28/2023 0 Comments Amazon factory town![]() Weakness and unkindness find understanding. As well as frankly sensual body and just plain sexy scenes that make quoting some of Cellophanes most gorgeous language impossible. There's a profound love of land and family on display. All eventually leading somewhere, taking their own sweet time. ![]() Stories beget stories that turn into still more stories. It takes a skilled hand to steer a tale so vast and circuitous. Even in the resulting chaos, a complete and utter revolt by Floralinda's workers, Arana's kind heart keeps us safe. By the time a plague of revolution descends, the plantation is falling apart. And soon, even the most casual of conversations veer into stark confession.ĭuring a plague of hearts, alliances form and marriages rupture. In the plague of tongues, the people of Floralinda reveal their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets. Not so fleeting are the three plagues that soon descend on Floralinda. A flash of light snatched and spun into a fleeting kaleidoscope. As the paper wafted down and lit on the boy's white shirt, it opened, caught the dawn and shimmered, capturing the glow of the sun the blue of the dead, the rose of Graciela's lips, the gray in Belen's gaze, the green of new hemp, the ochre of skin. Arana writes, it looked like fabric, but seemed to be lighter than air. He has built Floralinda, a thousand acre estate with a three-story mansion for his wife and children and grandchildren, a village full of workers, and a factory that turns raw hemp into sturdy brown paper.ĭon Victor has just mastered the art of making cellophane, which he reveals at the funeral for a young boy whose odd death is an omen of strange things to come. It's 1952 and Don Victor, now in his 60s, is living that youthful dream. She starts us out in the early 1900s on the coast where we meet Don Victor, a brilliant engineering student obsessed with the idea of making paper in the Amazon jungle.Ī few pages and several decades later, Arana drops us into the rainforest. Reading Marie Arana's lush and luxuriant first novel Cellophane, you hear bells enough for a cathedral. VERONIQUE DE TURENNE (Book critic): Gertrude Stein once wrote that each time she encountered genius: a bell within me rang. Book critic Veronique de Turenne has this review. Its story transports the reader to a mill town deep into the rainforest in Peru. Cellophane is the title of a new novel by writer Marie Arana.
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