An Old Favorite: Brief Encounters with Che Guevara

An Old Favorite is a meme here on eclectic / eccentric in which I feature some of my favorite reads from pre-blogging or early blogging days. I want to do this, not just to highlight some awesome books but also to explore how my memory stands up to the original review. One of my complaints regarding my reading is the serious lack of retention. Sometimes I read books, and within days, I have forgotten entire pieces of the literary puzzle. If you are interested in participating, feel free to leave a link to your post in the comments section. 

I read Brief Encounters with Che Guevara back in 2008, and to this day I still fondly remember it as one of the few short story collections which I loved:

A collection of short stories which reaches out and wrings compassion from my heart, Brief Encounters with Che Guevara is one of the few books I've immediately wanted to include in one of my classes to help my students explore that current educational trend of global education. The settings of the stories range from Haiti to Sierra Leone to Columbia, and these settings drive plots which reveal the human situation in the midst of political and social upheaval. Sometimes funny and sometimes brutally sad, each story drew me in, made me question the good and evil in terrorists and freedom fighters, in tyrants and heroes, labels which are entirely the result of perspective.

Outside of being a wonderful read, this collection also gave me a rather disturbing guilt slap. As I was reading the stories, falling into my brain were names, ideas, places, and events that had very little, or sometimes no, personal reference: Guevara, Thatcher, Visser, the MURC, Bay of Pigs, pan-German press, Gedes, Teutonic mysticism, Salone, Salomon, Papa Doc, and so much more. While pieces of information swirled to mind from some (not all) of these references, I was much humbled and a bit disgusted by how little I know about the struggles of other places. And I was further frustrated by the fact that much of the information I do know is the result of watching movies rather than any sort of reality-based news system.

The question of how much I should know - or how involved I should get - I have not answered. And of course, the minute I start thinking about how little I know, but how that tiny knowledge make me feel such a deep melancholy, I start wondering if I can do anything about it. I don't have any deep desire to run off and join the Peace Corp or the Red Cross or any other organization which would place in me in these tortured foreign countries. Dreams of heroically putting my life on the line for the betterment of an entire society are quickly replaced by a love of my current life. And this replacement, this desire, partially for comfort and partially for personal happiness, can not erase the horrific images of oppression, death, rape, poverty, starvation, and mutilation, from my brain.

Perhaps I should not read books such as this. While I believe that feeling a book deeply, especially when that influx of emotion is directly related to something in reality, is primarily positive, I am coming to see more and more that when this feeling has no outlet, it can transform into something else. So my feelings of compassion for the suffering is transformed into immeasurable guilt - typically forgotten quickly, but debilitating for a short time. Yet, I still feel that having an awareness, even if through books, of the world around you is a necessary part of being alive. The knowledge gained, even if it just a glimpse of the whole truth, helps a person to better understand the reality he or she is a part of.

But does a basic knowledge of the horrors afflicted upon people and the subsequent sadness I feel absolve me from the guilt of inaction?

Buy  |  Borrow  |  Accept  |  Avoid
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I would love to say that after reading this book I ran out and learned all I could about the countries mentioned. But I didn't. I easily slid back into my life. I do feel a bit less guilt about it now though. So back to the book:

If you haven't read this one, you really should. Some proof: Back in 2006, Bookfoolery and Babble writes: "he shoots the arrow of his message into the heart of the reader via the strongest of human foundations: truth. The senses evoked, the detail of historical fact and physical surroundings, even the dialogue are all so utterly believable that if the facts upon which Fountain's stories lie are in any way inaccurate, the reader will likely find such discrepancies hard to conceive when the truth comes to light. At some points, I had to remind myself, 'This is fiction.'"

I would love to know if anyone else has read this.... ??