Our Lady of the Assassins
"A point in case is his Our Lady of the Assassins, based on the autobiographical novel of one of Colombia's best writers, Fernando Vallejo, whose work has yet to be translated into English and published in the United States. One of the most important new Latin American writers, Vallejo is famous... show more
"A point in case is his Our Lady of the Assassins, based on the autobiographical novel of one of Colombia's best writers, Fernando Vallejo, whose work has yet to be translated into English and published in the United States. One of the most important new Latin American writers, Vallejo is famous in Colombia and Mexico, of course, and in France as well (where his writing has been compared to the best of Jean Genet's), but is unknown in America."Schroeder's [film] Our Lady of the Assassins takes place in Medellin, Colombia, where Schroeder spent four years of his childhood, from age 6 to 10. It's the story of a homosexual writer, possessed of a saturnine temperament, who, after living most of his life abroad, returns to his hometown to revisit the places of his youth. He falls in love with a young boy who packs a pistol but who would sooner kill a stranger than an injured dog. It's a courageous picture about the pathology of indifference, set against the backdrop of the narco-violence of the murder capital of South America."—Steve Wasserman, Book Editor of the Los Angeles Times. o Film tie-in with Barbet Schroeder's new film o Postcard mailing to key Consortium accounts o Mailing to Latin American departments o Mailing to Latin American departments o News of film and book at www.filmsdulosange.frBorn in Medellin in 1942, Fernando Vallejo moved to Mexico City, where he now lives, in 1971. Our Lady of the Assassins is the first novel to be translated into English of an author who is considered the rising star of Latin American writing.
Publish date: July 1st 2001
Publisher: Serpent's Tail
Pages no: 144
Edition language: English
Not to be confused with Our Lady of the Lavatory: or or even but equally creepy, is Fernando Vallejo’s Our Lady of the Assassins. How did it ever occur to someone to ensconce images of their deities in half-buried bathtubs? Something about it just seems odd.Ryan's review is probably the best ...
See my blog post on it: http://gypsylibrarian.blogspot.com/2005/11/booknote-la-virgen-de-los-sicarios.html