"Too many questions," says Araceli Ramirez, the protagonist of Hector Tobar's new killer novel The Barbarian Nurseries to her two young wards as the Mexican housekeeper from the South County McMansion (in what seems a lot like Ladera Ranch) and the boys arrive at the downtown rail yard loop where Amtrak passes warehouses, the Los Angeles River and Metropolitan Jail on its slow approach to Union Station. Brandon and Kennan Torres-Thompson, presumed kidnap victims, are on the adventure of a lifetime, assuming your life has been short, privileged and dominated by video games and fantasy-adventure series, here something called, perfectly, The Saga of the Fire-Swallowers, which sounds a lot like the various series the Bibliofella's young reader son consumes like popcorn.
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Araceli has been employed by a wealthy family residing fifty miles south, on idyllic and hyperbolically-christened Paseo Linda Bonita in Laguna Rancho Estates (see what I mean?). She's been transformed, first from a complex, creative person with a rich past, a family, talent and artistic ambitions, into one of those one-dimensional shadow beings called domestic help. Then, with the two rich white boys in tow, she suddenly becomes a suspect perp in an Amber Alert drama with accompanying nativist-racist politics, an opportunistic prosecutor, the totally predictable (and not disappointing) media spectacle and the genuine if startlingly sweet curiosity of two children. Raised in the picture-perfect confines of the gated, gardened, upscale life, they ask her about the concrete river, homeless people, the whole concept of the city, as if their little big brains, so familiar with the virtual and the fantastical worlds, lack a place to put it all.
Yes, there is so very much to recommend beyond only Araceli Ramirez in this novel by longtime journalist Hector Tobar
, who knows the So Cal
beat as a Los Angeles Times
reporter. But I will stick with her for now. She's the character for whom we care most due to Tobar's careful and humane, funny and generous strategy of making everything around Araceli so recognizable, and recognizably flawed, if not at first to our heroine herself. I'm not sure if anybody has written so well about the life of a maid, domestic, nanny as well (let me know - Ishiguro
?) but it is indeed the singular celebratory genius of Tobar's big ensemble story that, full of so much entertaining social realism Araceli nonetheless endures as such a terrifically powerful and real character despite the gorgeous and funny politics.
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Even as she is robbed of her power, her identify, she answers so many questions...mostly asked by people who should know better. A sophisticated, college-educated struggling artist from Mexico City, this young woman would still be hanging with the other chilango
hipsters back home, making her art and spending time at the Palacio de Belles Artes
or sitting in the Zona Rosa
, were economic life so harsh for Mexicans. She is resourceful and strong enough to find a job in El Norte
, working for the Scott and Maureen Torres-Thompson, whose life together is suddenly downsized. That triggers Araceli's promotion, as it were, from housekeeper to housekeeper-nanny-cook. Some deal. Yes, the trickle-down economics, recession, real estate boondoggle collapse has hit the luxury crowd (they don't know they are rich), who are forced to make tough decisions, if mostly tougher for the gardener and childcare provider they let go, but also messing with their already messed-up marriage.
Reading that terrific section about the train's approach to Union Station, and the curious, frightened boys, I recalled the stories offered by my friend the retired Irvine
teacher and legendary local activist Marilyn Vassos
, who routinely led downtown LA field trips for OC kids who'd never, ever been to the apparently exotic locales of Pershing Square
, Olvera Street
, the Bradbury Building
and Central Library,
so frightened were their suburban parents of the city, the Other
, the dirty and confusing metropolis where struggle and history and pain and extremes of joy and despair can be seen, right there, rich and poor together, that they had never been. Like these girls and boys, Brandon and Keenan had seen the city only from above, out the window of the SUV
on the freeway, with the Disney
DVD playing on the tiny screen. Later, as one of the boys begins to understand what has happened, he makes the leap, offering with the Gertrude Stein
-esque wisdom of a smart reader kid moving intellectually and emotionally from apocalyptic fantasy to grown-up narrative: "Just because you don't see something doesn't mean it isn't there."
The novel involves a little lie (by guess who?) which of course gets out of hand. That means trouble for Araceli in the form of law enforcement, ICE
and of course the justice system and its threat of incarceration, violence, deportation. The deception of the upper classes harms those below in the tradition of Silas Marner
and all our literary justice and morality faves, and the consequences of a casual apartheid system bring out some heroes and plenty of comic moments and comic, if all too real, characters: Orange County
's "surfing DA," eager to score political points, Tobar's Frankenstein of a marriage between Tony Rackauckas
and despicable congressman Dana Rohrabacher
; the harried Mexican-American lady Child Protective Services
officer who has seen it all; the buffoonish Mexican consul (shades of the previous, real-life one
, no doubt), the Barbara Coe
-type anti-immigrant Minuteman Militia
activist, not to mention the first Sheriff's officer on the scene who, taking a look around Araceli's room, seems genuinely shocked at seeing the work of the most famous surrealist beautiful Mexican woman pop star painter in the world: A baby with the face of an adult woman bearing a single eyebrow emerged from the woman's vagina.
Deputy Suarez said: "Jeez, that's really sick," and took a subconscious step backward. He had managed to complete four years of high school and two years at Rio Hondo College
without studying a single work of modern art,and he was alone in the minority of people of Latino descent in Southern California who had never heard of Frida Kahlo
The journey concludes with programming tycoon Scott Torres back to his South Whittier roots, and of Maureen to some kind of honesty about her own reliance on Araceli, and the big roles played by seemingly minor characters bring the dense pleasure of a novel and the cinematic tension of films like Crash and Bullworth. And the understated reveal about the maid artist? Well, dd I already say how much I love Araceli?
The Barbarian Nurseries: A Novel. Héctor Tobar, Farrar, Straus & Giroux: 422 pp., $27
Andrew Tonkovich hosts the Wednesday night literary arts program, Bibliocracy Radio, on KPFK 90.7 FM in Southern California.