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Reyna Grande’s umbilical cord is buried under the ground of her grandmother’s home in Iguala, Mexico.
We learn this fact early in Grande’s unforgettable new memoir, “The Distance Between Us.” Grande is a girl of about 6 when her big sister shows her the spot. Their mother, the woman once linked to Reyna by that cord, has set off for the United States to join their father, leaving three kids behind with their severe and cruel grandmother.
“My umbilical cord was like a ribbon that connected me to Mami,” Reyna’s sister tells her. “She said, ‘It doesn’t matter that there’s a distance between us now. That cord is there forever.’ ”
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“The Distance Between Us – A Memoir” by Reyna Grande Atria, $25, 325 pp. |
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Immigration has opened a divide between the members of the Grande family that’s 2,000 miles wide. But even when Reyna crosses this divide to live with her father in California, the metaphorical link binding her to a tragically poor corner of Mexico will not die. Iguala and its unpaved streets, its rural superstitions and its hunger never let go of either young Reyna, her parents or any of her siblings in “The Distance Between Us,” a heart-wrenching account of her impoverished childhood and violence-tinged adolescence.
The pain of Mexican memories feeds her father’s LA dreams, and his drinking. In LA he’s a maintenance man who pushes his children to never miss a day of school; when they disobey him, he humiliates and threatens them.
“The minute you walk through the door with anything less than A’s,” he tells his three children as they begin school in LA, “I’m sending you straight back to my mother’s house.” Grandmother Evila’s house in Iguala is infested with scorpions. She doles out verbal abuse and keeps the children dressed in rags. The young Grande children will do just about anything not to return there.
The narrative of Latin America poverty and the “broken beauty” of places like Iguala is buried deep in the psyche of Los Angeles and other U.S. cities. Our recent history has been shaped by Latino immigration. We live amid a million unknown tales of family longing, loss, ambition and dysfunction.
Grande relentlessly mines this thematically rich terrain. With two deeply flawed adults at its center – her embittered father and her less-than-reliable mother – her memoir is brutally honest, avoiding the sentimentality that permeates many Latino immigrant narratives.
“The Distance Between Us” is instead something akin to being the “Angela’s Ashes” of the modern Mexican immigrant experience. Grande doesn’t always reach for the artistic heights of Frank McCourt’s memoir of an Irish-American family. Her prose is often more expository than lyrical. … But like McCourt’s book, hers is a story of children crossing borders with an alcoholic father at its center. In Grande’s deep and nuanced portrait, her father emerges as a deeply wounded human being whose desire to escape poverty and to be fully human leads him to inflict pain on the people he loves the most.
This is part of a review that appeared in the Los Angeles Times.
