Pedro Lemebel - From Chile’s most provocative novelist, a novel of forbidden love and revolution during Pinochet’s dictatorship

Pedro Lemebel, My Tender Matador, Grove Press, 2007.

Centered around an historical event that changed Chile forever—the 1986 attempt on the life of Augusto Pinochet—My Tender Matador is the most explosive, controversial, and popular novel to have been published in that country in decades. It is spring 1986 in the city of Santiago and Augusto Pinochet is losing his grip on power. In one of the city’s many poor neighborhoods, the Queen of the Corner, a hopeless and lonely romantic, embroiders linens for the wealthy and listens to boleros to drown out the gunshots and rioting in the streets. Along comes Carlos, a young, handsome man who befriends the aging homosexual and uses his house to store mysterious boxes and hold clandestine meetings. Thus begins a friendship and a love that will have unexpected though vastly different consequences for both.
My Tender Matador is an extraordinary novel of revolution and forbidden love, and a stirring portrait of Chile at a historical crossroads. By turns funny and profoundly moving, Pedro Lemebel’s lyrical prose offers an intimate window into the world and mind of Pinochet himself. As Carlos and the Queen negotiate their unspoken complicity and mismatched affections to the beat of the bolero and the threat of repression, Pinochet contends with revolutionary upstarts, negative world opinion, fascistic reveries, terrifying nightmares, and an endlessly chattering wife who has more respect and affection for her hair stylist than for her husband.
As riveting as it is exquisitely crafted, My Tender Matador marks the fictional debut of one of Chile’s most admired, popular, and challenging literary voices.

Chile and its capital, Santiago, were in turmoil in 1986. The Pinochet regime was under fire from within, and the country was rife with activists, strikes, and riots. Lemebel crafts a wonderful snapshot of this period of Chile's history--pairing fictional characters against real ones. The Queen of the Corner is a cross-dressing, effeminate gay man who embroiders for a living and harbors an unrequited love for Carlos, a handsome young revolutionary from the university. At first, Carlos only wishes to store mysterious boxes at the Queen's house. Then late-night "study meetings" with his compatriots from the university become more and more frequent. Deftly woven into the stories of the fictional characters are the activities of the paranoid Pinochet himself and his fashion-obsessed wife. The Queen eventually comes to realize that his house is serving as a front for the revolutionaries, and a touching tale of love and danger emerges. Lemebel's tender story of a time of great unrest provides an extremely engaging read and a portrait of love and loss under a cruel dictator. - Michael Spinella

An odd-couple romance, in the tradition of Kiss of the Spider Woman or The Crying Game, between a Marxist revolutionary and drag queen.
The American debut of Chilean activist and writer Lemebel begins in 1986, after 13 years of military dictatorship in Chile. Underground groups of revolutionary terrorists have been wreaking havoc across the country with alarming regularity, causing blackouts in the cities and assassinations in the provinces, and the authorities respond with predictable brutality. During times as troubled as these, even someone as politically ignorant as the Queen of the Corner, a transvestite living in the back streets of Santiago’s teeming slums, can become a player—although not by her own choice. The Queen has the misfortune to meet and fall for Carlos, a handsome young revolutionary, and is innocent enough to offer him the use of her home. Soon Carlos is dropping off large parcels for safekeeping and bringing friends over for late-night meetings on short notice. The smitten Queen doesn’t mind that these packages contain weird devices that look like torpedoes, or that Carlos’s study groups never seem to discuss books or classes. Her story unfolds alongside that of Gonzalo, another gay Chilean, who serves as hairdresser to Pinochet’s wife. Gonzalo is about as politically informed as the Queen—he thinks, for example, that the General would be much better liked by revolutionaries if he changed the color of his uniforms—but he is able to see the regime’s growing desperation from the inside. A collision will come somewhere down the road, obviously, but who will be the victim, Carlos or the General? Or will more innocent parties, like Gonzalo or the Queen, pay the price?
A sharp account, suspenseful and nicely paced, that benefits from the unusual perspectives of innocent bystanders in this dirty game. - Kirkus Reviews

Pedro Lemebel's My Tender Matador is both playful and profound, harsh and delicate, a story of characters, of people, and yet a novel of ideas. It is a near-masterpiece.
The novel centers around The Queen of The Corner, a faded, fey forty-something in Santiago, Chile. She isn't a woman, far from it, but occupies a clear, specific gender role in a macho culture: effeminate homosexual man. In 1986 Santiago is volatile, the streets a battleground where violent paramilitaries seek to eradicate the spreading populist opposition to Augusto Pinochet's brutal military dictatorship. The Queen, however, is indifferent to politics. Her radio isn't tuned to the government's propaganda station nor the student-run pirate broadcast; she listens exclusively to syrupy pop love songs. She is doing better for herself than she ever has, and makes enough money embroidering for the city's elite to afford her own apartment in a poor neighborhood. Her relative complacency is disrupted by Carlos, a handsome young revolutionary who may or may not be using the Queen and her apartment for selfish means, something she may or may not be able to admit to herself. The result is a tender, sophisticated love story.
Nothing written about the quality of Lemebel's prose can bring the point across; one must, and should, read it for oneself. He is a writer of stunning lyrical gifts, a jaw-dropping analogist distinguished further by how well the cascade of luminous, unforced metaphors and similes serves the text, carrying it forward instead of slowing it down. His virtuosity is so expertly directed as to appear effortless, advancing the story, never calling attention to itself. Rich with colors and shapes, vivid, confident, this is the work of a master. The only distraction will be your own astonishment, the number of times you will blink, murmur "Holy shit," and be compelled to nudge awake, call downstairs to, or telephone a fellow lover of language to share aloud a given example of descriptive craftsmanship.
The narration moves easily between characters, dipping lightly into the vernacular of each, never straying long from the protagonist whose story it is. The dialogue is natural and yet so carefully contextualized that no quotation marks or attributive verbs are needed to demarcate it or differentiate speakers. Katherine Silver is to be commended for a nuanced, flexible translation that carries Lemebel's sly double-entendres smoothly into English, preserving both his elegance and grit. It's a translation that chooses well when to employ "faggot" or "sissy" but knows when only an italicized "Maricón!" will do.
Lemebel is a dangerous writer. Augusto Pinochet appears in My Tender Matador, first as an ominous political presence, then as someone glimpsed from a distance, and eventually as a fully realized human being, an angry man in a bad marriage. Lemebel even gives us the notorious tyrant's dysfunctional childhood, a hilarious and merciless work of imagination, merciless because Lemebel coerces us into sympathy with a monster. It is a gambit reminiscent of Yury Dombrovsky's subtle, cataclysmic The Faculty of Useless Knowledge, in which Dombrovsky brings home Stalin's purges in the cruelest way possible, by forcing the reader to scrutinize and even understand the petty officials and officers who carried the purges out. Humanizing and trivializing Pinochet, refusing to mythologize him and approaching him as simply another character is an outrageous, nearly inconceivable kindness to a figure who deserves none, and a powerful answer to evil. It's risky, audacious, and its success as both a literary tactic and a political gesture is a measure of the novel's gravity.
While the hallmark of both Lemebel's writing and his protagonist's conduct is poignant, exquisite restraint, My Tender Matador does stoop once to self-indulgence. There is a single swipe at an operosely overpraised literary lion, a passing cut so deft and deep that when Lemebel's pen left the paper at the passage's conclusion the target must have felt it, must have clutched his chest in phantom pain.
It would be reductive and simplistic to call the Queen self-hating, but her actions play out that way, and her sexual fatalism may alienate some readers. It isn't that she doesn't feel she deserves happiness, rather that she seeks happiness in the bittersweet of heartbreak and prefers idealized, unrequited love to the risks of the real thing. This addiction to fantasy is understandable given what we learn of the Queen's life, but when love finally comes her way, her steadfast repudiation of it isn't just perverse, it's obnoxious. The Queen is wedded to the pose she's adopted, so fixated on the role of doomed, pining lover that she can't accept or acknowledge that the object of her affection loves her back. This clinging to romantic delusion is endearing for much of the book, but by the novel's end has ceased to be anything except a crippling, destructive pathology that frustrates the happiness of both the main characters and the reader rooting for them. Censuring a book for failing to reward the protagonist embarrasses only the critic -- Lemebel may feel he has written a happy ending, and others may agree -- but in a tale where the personal is so intertwined with the political, the negation of not just love but even its possibility seems toxic.
Maintaining the dubious tack of berating an awesome novel for its departures from the reviewer's politics, My Tender Matador's most serious disappointment is the character of Pinochet's wife, a grotesque, unsympathetic harpy, a missed opportunity. While she is meant as comedic, her status as the only biologically female character of any significance and the unique absence of her development in a book otherwise so psychologically acute suggest the same misogynistic blindspot marring the work of male authors from Alasdair Gray to Hergé. Whether this refusal to substantively engage the psyche of female characters stems from literary insecurity, laziness, or lack of curiosity, it's a shame. In My Tender Matador, the obviation threatens to reduce an otherwise grounded human novel to a myopic boys-only fantasy land, a riff on Genet. Whatever a writer's views, willfully or unintentionally eliding the interior life of women from a novel in which they appear is an unambiguous authorial failure.
My Tender Matador may not be flawless, but it is still an unforgettable achievement, a literary colossus. The whims of popular readership and the nitpicks of critics merely break like tide upon its pedicured toenails. - Damien Weaver

I’d love to see someone translate the Chilean writer Pedro Lemebel’s latest book, Adios Mariquita Linda. Katie Silver translated his best-known novel, Tengo miedo torero, and she and I have talked about how mysterious it is that the book received so little attention in the U.S. Lemebel seems like just the sort of prose writer to do well in the U.S., and not just because he was one of the few novelists that writes frankly of being gay and of the rampant, often fatal homophobia in Latin America. Bolaño was a big fan of Lemebel and said Lemebel was an outcast but also the real victor of Chilean literature. - Idra Novey

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