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Novel Description
In 1932 El Salvador, Elena de Contreras and her husband
Ernesto live the luxurious life of the very wealthy:
regular trips to Europe and the United States, vast
amounts of property, several gorgeous homes. In sharp
contrast to their privileged existence, however, are
the lives of the coffee workers they employ, who know
only the hardships of back-breaking labor and low wages.
Mercedes Prieto, a Pipil Indian, comes from such a background.
After losing her son and husband in the aftermath of
a violent uprising against rich
plantation owners, she flees with her daughter Jacinta
to work in the household of Elena de Contreras.
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Their arrival sets in motion a spellbinding story that
takes three generations to unfold, as the two families
become inexorably intertwined and their private turmoil
mirrors the upheaval of the world around them.
Rich in history, tradition, color, and drama, Bitter
Grounds is at once poetic and unsentimental, a page-turning book.
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An Excerpt
"For days after arriving at Chenta Gomez’s place, Mercedes
Prieto’s mind refused to settle itself into the cramped,
windowless room that was all of Chenta’s house. At times,
she felt the presence of Jacinta fussing over her. At others,
it was Chenta spooning soup into her mouth. Frequently, Mercedes’s
vision was blurred. Colors were indistinct. Occasionally,
when Jacinta or Chenta spoke, their voices changed into those
of Ignacio or Pru. Of one thing Mercedes was certain. Basilio
Fermin, curled up and silent, lying in the thumbnail of space
twetween the wall and her petate.
"The boy seemed never to move, though Mercedes knew this was
impossible. Now and then, she would pat the slender curve
of his back, and when she did, he twitched a little and moaned
as if he were a dog sleeping through a nightmare.
"While Mercedes lay on her petate and convalesced, stories
drifted in. Stories about la matanza, the massacre. Almost
thirty thousand has been killed, it was said. Indian men,
women and children. So many dead that corpses had been dumped
into massive, common graves. So many dead in the south and
in the west that the air reeked with the stench of them. So
many dead, so hastily buried, that rooting pigs or marauding
dogs would sometimes carry home a piece of human flesh, a
length of bone. And it was said that those not killed during
the revolt had been hunted down and shot when found.
"For days after hearing this, Mercedes took to talking to herself.
She spokes low, under her breath, mouthing sentences such
as, If he was alive when we left, he’s surely dead now.
Or – it was very dark in the room when this happened,
so it must have been night – Ignacio’s face appeared
to her and she asked him about Tino. Have you see him, husband?
Is our boy alive or dead? But Ignacio had not spoken. It was
Jacinta, lying beside her, who responded. 'Sush, sush,
Mamá. Dormite ya. Go to sleep now.'
"The news, too, spread quickly through town: Additional squads
of guardias were now in El Congo. The men watched with sharp
eyes for Indians here who might duplicate the actions of their
brothers in the south. Fearing reprisals, Indians ceased to
speak Nahuatl and to wear their native dress. Gone were the
long skirts in lavender and sky-blue and soft persimmon. The
contrasting sashes that set off the waist. In their place
came plain, short dresses of somber colors. Silenced were
the lilting sounds of the Pipil."
Reviews
"A story of passion,
politics, death, and love....This is the kind of book that
fills your dreams for weeks."
Isabel Allende
"Packs an emotional punch.....A compelling read."
Boston Globe
"Explores passion, politics, love, death, and betrayal
in an intricately plotted mystery....Moving and lyrical."
Minneapolis Star Tribune
"Engaging and involving....Packed with exquisite
detail...entirely captivating."
Austin American-Statesman
"It's hard not to get hooked."
St. Louis Post-Dispatch
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