"I'd like to hear you tell me of your first recollections. You were a baby when it happened, so it's important to know when you began to take things in after that," Elena Santos asks Rafael Cota. "It. Things. You can use the word murder. I'm used to it." Rafael lives under the dark shadow of a violent crime, and he also lives with the knowledge that his mother was accused and convicted of the murder of his three older siblings. But Rafael's a survivor, and all his life, he's been prepared to fight with his anger, his energy, and even his sanity to defend his family. Rafael's life has been a downward spiral since that murky night. He's haunted by nightmares, both in waking and sleep, of what happened and his own struggle to understand why he was saved. When he's given a chance to tell his story to Elena Santos, a reporter for The Register, Cota jumps at the chance. What begins as a simple search for a meaty story to make her career leads Elena into the tangled mind of the sole survivor, as he tries to use her to prove his mother's innocence. Through interviews, she follows him on every step of his search: from Los Angeles to Mexico, from the jail at San Quentin to his father's house. Soon, Elena begins to doubt everything she once held true. Limon explores Rafael's mental anguish within the greater context of such myths as Medea and La Llorona (the Crying Woman). Her deft, humane touch alternates between the poetic and the dramatic, as Rafael recounts his search for the truth that defines his very existence.
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Abuela ain't anyway arms asked asshole brain buncha Candelaria Fontes cept chair cops coulda crap crazy door dream Elena everythin eyeballin eyeballs eyes face father feel feelin felt fucked gettin goddamn goin gonna gotta hadda hand happened happenin hated head hell howlin innocent inside jumped kicked kids kinda King City knew looked lookin lotta Loyola Marymount University makin messed Mexico mind mother motherfucker mouth murdered night nothin Okay outta pissed pulled Rafael Cota real hard real quiet remember Rosario Cota Rudy sayin scared scumbag shit shut Sister Gladys sittin sleep somethin spect spooked stared started stinkin stopped story stuff Superman sure talk talkin tell tellin thing thinkin thought told took tried tryin ugly voice waited waitin walked wanna know wanted weird What's window Yeah