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Scott Sherman on John Ross’ Mexico City

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Posted on Mar 12, 2010
El Monstruo

By Scott Sherman

(Page 2)

The Spanish conquest, which destroyed Tenochtitlan, radically altered both the demography and the geography of the region. Diseases imported from Europe decimated the Indians—they died “in heaps like bedbugs,” one Spanish eyewitness declared.  Hernan Cortes, who spearheaded the conquest of Mexico, made a fateful decision: to rebuild the old Aztec city in the image of a Spanish metropolis. Forests were cleared, lakes and canals were drained: The city would be choked with dust forever after. But, as Ross (and many others) have noted, Cortes selected a “cursed geography” for his new city: The Valley of Mexico, an earthquake zone, is a self-contained basin surrounded by mountains and active volcanoes. Centuries later, chilangos would be forced to endure toxic air pollution, chronic water shortages and many other urban ills in a place that Carlos Fuentes has described, in his novel “Christopher Unborn,” as “Make Sicko Seedy.” (My Mexican friends call it “Mexico Shity.”) 

Ross offers a guided tour of the city through many of its traumas, cataclysms and humiliations: the American invasion of 1847, when Gen. Winfield Scott conquered the capital and planted the American flag over the Zocalo (but only after his troops were pelted by paving stones hurled from rooftops in the Centro); the aftermath of the ill-fated French intervention of the 1860s, when “the Mexican capital was billed as the most dangerous metropolis on the planet. … [U]pper class victims were kidnapped in broad daylight. Serial killers stalked prostitutes in the seamy La Merced district”; and the fratricidal Mexican Revolution, which, following a plot hatched at the Café Berger, erupted in the capital on Feb. 9, 1913, and resulted in hundreds of civilian deaths in what the author calls “Bloody Sunday.”

At the heart of Ross’ book is the devastating earthquake of 1985, which destroyed 954 buildings, killed at least 10,000 people and exposed the weakness and corruption of the entrenched ruling party, the PRI, whose initial response to the disaster was feeble: Bureaucrats and police fled, and soldiers looted badly constructed buildings that lay in ruins. Citizens quickly realized they were on their own, and a vibrant social movement emerged from the chaos of the earthquake, which Ross refers to as “both urban cataclysm and civic redemption.”

 

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El Monstruo: Dread and Redemption in Mexico City

 

By John Ross

 

Nation Books, 512 pages

 

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The last third of “El Monstruo” shows how that social movement helped to launch the doomed presidential candidacies of Cardenas in 1988 and 1994, and the takeover of the capital under the auspices of the center-left Party of the Democratic Revolution (PRD), many of whose leaders grew up in the PRI. When Ross writes about the left in power, a doleful tone rises from the pages. It was axiomatic that the PRD’s idealism would collide with the pragmatic reality of power politics in a colossal, unruly city and radicals like Ross were bound to be disappointed. Regarding Cardenas’ three-year term as mayor, Ross concludes that he “committed many errors but he also committed many acts of nobility.” Still, despite breathtaking political machinations from the PRI and the conservative National Action Party (PAN), the left has managed to keep Mexico City. Ross’ account of how this happened, and the price that was paid as a result, is lucid, sobering and persuasive.

While much of “El Monstruo” is devoted to politics and political skulduggery in the capital, Ross does not neglect the city’s flourishing artistic milieu, and he does not genuflect before the gods of Mexican culture. He expresses impatience with Carlos Fuentes and Diego Rivera, dismissing the latter as “an eccentric sort of society painter.” He reserves his enthusiasm for the splendid cartoonist Jose Guadalupe Posada; the film “Los Olvidados” by Luis Buñuel; and the gritty black-and-white photographs of Nacho Lopez and Hector Garcia, whom he describes as “Mexico’s Weegees.” The cultural sections of “El Monstruo” would have been strengthened by sustained attention to Octavio Paz, who wrote luminous poems about the city; Elena Poniatowska, whose achievements in both fiction and nonfiction have not been properly appreciated in the U.S.; and Roberto Bolaño, whose “The Savage Detectives” contains chapters set in the ragged downtown streets that Ross has navigated for decades.

Four years ago, on a cool spring evening, I encountered Ross again in the Centro. My wife and I had just stepped out of our hotel, and there he was, walking toward La Blanca for his dinner. I was shaken by his appearance: He was remarkably frail; his back was bent; and his frayed clothing hung awkwardly from an emaciated frame. It turned out that he was recovering from a near-fatal bout with pneumonia. Indeed, in the final pages of “El Monstruo” we learn that Ross, who was born in 1938, has been undergoing treatment for liver cancer in California. We sat with him at La Blanca’s lively counter, where the waiters greeted him with warm familiarity. We kibitzed about Mexico’s political circus, the trajectory of the Zapatista movement in Chiapas, the travails of the PRD, and the blurb that Thomas Pynchon had written for his memoir. (Ross insisted he never met Pynchon.) I asked him what he missed most about the U.S., and he quickly replied: “Jazz.” Soon his energy began to wane, and we exchanged our goodnights. Fortified by La Blanca’s Spanish bean soup, and its aromatic coffee from Veracruz, he shuffled out the door, banana in hand, toward Room 102 of the Hotel Isabel.

Scott Sherman is a contributing writer of The Nation and a contributing editor of The Columbia Journalism Review.


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By jeandoran@sbcglobal.net, April 3, 2010 at 12:36 pm Link to this comment
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no mention of the loss of an eye He posed at Northtown Books for my photo.  Rumor says a faux eye has been added.  True????Is John WITH   Or   WITHOUT?????

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