Since I write and have published quite a few short
stories, I'm often asked to review story collections. This can be a
problem.
Sometimes the stories are so diverse they send my mind
soaring. They're a pleasure to read, but then I realize that I have
to write it all up in concise way to give the reader and idea of what
it's all about. Usually, saying something about each story would take
too much space, and get tedious, giving those who read the review the wrong idea.
The Assimilated Cuban's Guide to Quantum Santeria
by Carlos Hernandez is one of those books.
So I have to get clever. Look out, mi gente . . .
Carlos Hernandez not only writes the full range of SFF
(that's Science Fiction and Fantasy, just in case you aren't up on
all the latest abbreviations). We get stories that would satisfy the
old school Hard Science crowd, does top-notch Latinx fantasy that
blends into what some would call magic realism. And sometimes he does
it all at once, as in the title story.
He gives us a large swath of the Latinoid Galaxy.
Ishmael
Reed has often said of the Black Experience, “It's not a
ghetto—it's a galaxy.” The same goes for Latinx (or whatever
suffix we finally end up putting on it) Experience. The
Assimilated Cuban's Guide to Quantum Santeria
illustrates this. It's diverse without even trying.
The collection kept surprising me. There's a lot
impressive speculating on up-to-date science, ghosts, Latin culture
that is different from mine (Cubano and Chicano are very different
things), but at the same time, familiar. And we get Latinx characters
that are often educated professionals, the type of folk we usually
read about in sci-fi . . . funny how in 2019 that's still something new.
The stories take place all over. And the Border comes
up. Dare I evoke my vision of an Intergalactic Barrio?
And the imagination fueled by Latinx culture and
experience!
There's this story, “The International Studbook of the
Giant Panda” about virtual panda sex. Get your minds out of the
gutter, pervs! It's done to save the species, a noble cause. It's
still one of the strangest stories I've read in a while,and is stick
in my memory. I'll have to bring it up when people say some of my
stories to too far in that direction.
And it's just one of the stories.
Hey, Carlos, you got any more?
Ernest Hogan is writing, and trying not to be distracted by springtime in Aztlán.
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