Revulsion
Thomas Bernhard in San Salvador
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Publisher Description
The 1997 novel that put Horacio Castellanos Moya on the map, now published for the first time in English
An expatriate professor, Vega, returns from exile in Canada to El Salvador for his mother’s funeral. A sensitive idealist and an aggrieved motor mouth, he sits at a bar with the author, Castellanos Moya, from five to seven in the evening, telling his tale and ranting against everything his country has to offer. Written in a single paragraph and alive with a fury as astringent as the wrath of Thomas Bernhard, Revulsion was first published in 1997 and earned its author death threats. Roberto Bolaño called Revulsion Castellanos Moya’s darkest book and perhaps his best: “A parody of certain works by Bernhard and the kind of book that makes you laugh out loud.”
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Moya (Senselessness) emerged as a major presence in Latin American literature in part because of the 1997 publication of this short but affecting novel. Available now in English for the first time, Moya's politically charged excoriation of his home country, El Salvador, is an extended, memorable monologue. The narrator, named Edgardo Vega, returns to San Salvador for the first time in 18 years and feels zero nostalgia. He meets Moya (a fictional version of the author) at a bar and begins a tirade, but Moya never replies. Vega criticizes the country, including its transportation system, higher education institutions, food, weather, and even the state of its journalism: the people don't care about literature or history, the politicians are ignorant, and even the doctors are corrupt. Vega is revolted by practically every aspect of life in San Salvador, and yet he has returned in order to sell his recently deceased mother's house. Revulsion is often a necessary part of love, but Moya's narrator feels his homeland is wholly irredeemable. In a new afterword, Moya plainly states that he wrote the novel as "an exercise in style," a clear attempt to mimic Thomas Bernhard's literary rants against his native Austria. The book might be more of a political exercise than a literary one, but still we are lucky to have it in English.
