After eleven years living, dancing, teaching tango, and writing in Buenos Aires, I came home to L.A. in 2014, where I'm reconstructing my life.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Here at the End of the World We Learn to Dance
This is not a "tango" book, or thank God, a "tango memoir." Here at the end of the World We Learn to Dance, a novel by Kiwi Lloyd Jones who is well know for his later work, Mister Pip which almost won the Booker Prize, is about the power of dance, or specifically tango, to change lives.
Beautifully written and soon to be a movie, the story spans the century and the globe. That people "at the end of the world," in this case New Zealand and Argentina, have a need for connection because they feel so far from everywhere else, well, that's for a sociologist to write about. (But that's one reason I believe that tango sprang from Buenos Aires.) The characters in the novel are all drawn to the tango--the music, sure, but most of all, to the embrace. They long for that connection.
The two illicit love stories of different generations blend and overlap, as we go from Buenos Aires to New Zealand and back again.
The tag line reads, In tango there are no wrong turns. But every dance begins with a backward step.