Magnificent memoir of a 20 year old dancer with Merce, Twyla and Martha, invited in 1969 to teach students in the National School for Modern Dance in Cuba. Her six months there are compellingly told, and raise profound questions about the contradictions inherent in the Cuban revolution—the decadence of a capitalist culture, the delights of a society searching for meaning, the role of the intellectual versus that of the soldier. She falls under the revolutionary spell, enchanted, along with the Cuban people, for a charismatic leader who includes a whole society in his vision of a life where all work for the benefit of each other. Fascinating contradictions abound in the story of the failure of the sugar harvest, the thoughts of other Latin American revolutionaries she meets, the success of the health care system. Her descriptions of the people she encounters—and their ways of incorporating Latino culture into the revolutionary precepts of Fanon and Lenin, etc., and their celebrations—bring life to the page.

As an artist still at the beginning of her career, she becomes aware of her shortcomings as she begins to teach at the school—she really isn’t qualified to teach what they need to learn. Merce’s style, based on abstraction and random connections of movement, is incomprehensible to the Cuban students. AND she has to teach without mirrors.

In that society, homophobic, sexist and not free of racism, art becomes extraneous to the furthering of revolutionary goals, though the government half-heartedly supports it. (In charge of the school of the arts is a revolutionary hero who has no idea what art is about). Her devotion to art, and the evolution of her revolutionary consciousness fall into such violent conflict that she falls prey to thoughts of suicide—what good does art do??? What has she ever done with her life? She is useless….Not until near the end of the book does she reveal what she finally figures out about the socialist argument/relationship to art that is fallacious. (And she only discovers it years later). “Not much is left in Cuba of the Revolution I knew,” she tells us.

This is an incredibly powerful descriptive odyssey of a young idealist through the theory and reality of the Cuban revolution, replete with questions that resonate about the value of art, the deadening spiritual effect of a capitalist consumerist culture, social responsibility, the need to act against evil, poverty, and injustice, and the significance of the individual in society. ( )

Alma Guillermoprieto is now a very respected journalist and writer on Latin American affairs. but in the early 1970s she was a dancer in New York City, trying to scrape a living in avant-garde classical dance. Fed up with being third choice for every part, when Merce Cunningham suggests she apply for a post teaching dance in Cuba, she takes this as a (devastating) sign - he had noticed her, but not asked her to dance in his company - and heads to Cuba more out of a sense of wounded self-esteem than any commitment to the cause. In fact, while reflexively left-wing in the mode of her environment, Alma was pretty politically naive. On top of that, she could not have known just how underfunded and under-regarded the dance school would be. The clash of cultures is made obvious in her first class where she starts to explain avant-garde dance and is told, vanguardia just means anything to do with the Party. There are no mirrors in the classrooms because they are seen by the management as a sign of bourgeois vanity, rather than an essential tool for a dancer to see what their body movements look like.

From this tiny corner of the Revolution, Guillermoprieto manages to craft a very revealing portrait of its contradictions and complexities - the gaps between the rhetoric and reality, but also the passion for the revolution's principles felt even by some of those who are disillusioned with the reality. Writing with hindsight, she even manages to make her rather self-involved and hapless younger self sympathetic, mainly by being very honest about her faults but also clear about the desperation she was feeling. For example, she is constantly tormented by conflicting desires - as a dancer and artist, she wants to be unique, yet she is also desperate to fit in and therefore needs to be more 'revolutionary'.

Sample: Conversation, a way of sharing time that in New York was ruled by the imperative of maximum speed and concision, was, here in Cuba, a baroque art. Standing in line, Galo and Pablo ramblingly narrated to Carlos and Boris, in minute detail, the ride we'd just taken, adorning each stage of the journey with its little dose of exaggeration, sting, and humor, and there was still plenty of time left over for me to give a detailed account of my first week in Cubanacán. ( )

This is a relatively well-written account of Ms. Guillermoprieto's teaching sojourn in Havana in the 70's. She was a Mexican modern dancer living in New York when she was given the opportunity to teach modern dance at the National School in Cuba. This book isn't really about dance, though. It's about Cuban life post-revolution, the secrets, the lack of outside knowledge and creative liscense and the oppressed desires as seen through the lens of one of the few outsiders.

Ms. Guillermoprieto's descriptions of the decay and the overwhelming stench of crushed potential are staggering and the tale of her own coming-of-age and growth is what ties the unfamiliar of Cuban life into our own experiences.

I liked this book. ( )

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