“When I woke up later that night, I didn’t want to open my eyes. For an instant, I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or breathing in the dark. I was afraid if I lifted my lids, I’d look out to the old, familiar view of my apartment, with its toppling bookcases and artless walls. And then, when I realized I recognized the steady heartbeat behind me, the tender flesh that spooned the length of my body, I shut them even harder, wanting the moment to last forever, afraid that I’d break down and cry.” – Memory Mambo page 91
My copy of Achy Obejas’ Memory Mambo is filled with dog-eared pages indicating the location of moving, thought-provoking passages. When you read it (will you please?), you can tell me if your pages are dog-eared too.
This also holds the distinction of being the only book I’ve ever read with baby rape in it.
