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Mauro Cardenas - The Revolutionaries Try Again

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Extravagant, absurd, and self-aware, The Revolutionaries Try Again plays out against the lost decade of Ecuadors austerity and the stymied idealism of three childhood friends an expat, a bureaucrat, and a playwright who are as sure about the evils of dictatorship as they are unsure of everything else, including each other. Everyone thinks theyre the chosen ones, Masha wrote on Antonios manuscript. See About Schmidt with Jack Nicholson. Then she quoted from Hope Against Hope by Nadezhda Mandelstam, because she was sure Antonio hadnt read her yet: Can a man really be held accountable for his own actions? His behavior, even his character, is always in the merciless grip of the age, which squeezes out of him the drop of good or evil that it needs from him. In San Francisco, besides the accumulation of wealth, what does the age ask of your so called protagonist? No wonder he never returns to Ecuador. Exuberant, cacophonous. . Cardenas dizzyingly leaps from character to character, from street protests to swanky soirees, and from lengthy uninterrupted interior monologues to rapid-fire dialogues and freewheeling satirical radio programs, resulting in extended passages of brilliance. Publishers Weekly

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Mauro Javier Cardenas

The Revolutionaries Try Again

To Lilia & Klara

PART ONE. ANTONIO & LEOPOLDO

I / LEOPOLDO CALLS ANTONIO

Everyones saying that lightning struck the phone on Palm Sunday, Don Leopoldo. The one public phone at the Caldern that didnt filch your coins. At least not all of them. That soon after hordes were pilgrimaging to it and lining up to dial their departed. That the single witness of the fateful strike, whos the custodian at the Caldern you know that park? The one by that gas station caught watering its diesel and dumping burnt Pennzoil in the Salado, imagine that, as if that river needed any more muck, a bit more and the stench wont let us breathe, hopefully you dont live by the Salado like I do, luckily Lens in charge and hell send someone to rinse it soon. Thats why I voted for your boss, Don Leopoldo, you know Ive always voted for Len. So the custodian hears thunder and sees lightning and hes spooked. Brimming with liquor Patito, too. Apparently hes known as a drunk and a troubadour. Little Jaramillo they call him over in El Guasmo. Apparently he serenaded his second wife at the Caldern and still shoulders his guitar to serenade the domestics that stroll by on Sundays. Cuando t / te hayas ido / me envolvern / you know that pasillo by Julio Jaramillo?

An answer will only encourage Pascacio but no answer will not discourage him. Not that Leopoldo minds listening to him. Or that Pascacio doesnt already know that Leopoldo doesnt mind listening to him.

Las sombras?

Thats the one, Don Leopoldo. My Grandpa Lucho used to Pancho it for us while he fried his famous yapingachos. God keep him. Hell never forget what you did for him. So while the rains pouring, Little Jaramillos running for cover with his guitar tucked inside his shirt, but of course its head is still protruding out of his shirt and scratching his beard with its pegheads, though my sisters neighbor says he was running because he had seen strange shadows after him, shadows seeking retribution for his insatiable womanizing, though my sister says her neighbors a prude old cow whos probably inventing this part, on the rest everyone agrees. Thats the neighbor Ive been telling you about, Don Leopoldo. The one who thinks her jars have a different spirit than her cans. Everyone says that at night she Ouijas tin spirits with spoons. That her cabinets are like marimbas from ultratumba. Strange shadows or no shadows, Little Jaramillos running for cover and then he hears the loudest thunder hes ever heard in his life. Under the ceibo by that public phone he squats and hopes lightning wont strike him. If you ask him about it hell show you the mud on his sailor pants. Hell even walk you to that shriveled ceibo and make you crouch. From right here, hell tell you in that Polo Baquerizo squawk of his, you know how those people talk, Don Leopoldo, from right here I saw a flash of lightning with twigs on it, ao. It was like a hand descending from the sky to hoist the roof off that phone. And the torched telephone still works. I know because after the storms over the first thing I did was call Conchita to tell her of how the lightning nabbed the phone instead of me. The phones ringing and ringing because Conchitas big on sleep, and when she finally picks up Im reckoning the phones dialing on no coins so Im like Conchita, Im calling you for free, finally we netted us a real miracle, and before she can rooster me for waking her Im hanging up and dialing my brother up in El Paso and the long distance call goes through and Im jumping and screaming Jorgito you wouldnt believe what just happened.

Phones still broken?

Youre not going to report it, Don Leopoldo?

Of course not, Pascacio. No.

Still busted. Im heading there again tomorrow to call my cousin Jacinta up in Jacksonville and my sister, youve met my little sister? Shes calling our Aunt Rosalia up in Jersey. Both had to flee after the last Paquetazo. You probably have a call or two to make too, eh?

Leopoldo does. And yet admitting it would reveal that his family is also vulnerable to the periodic catchups between downturns and shocks. Therapies of shock everyone calls Los Paquetazos. Thanks for the tip, Leopoldo says, finalizing their exchange as they reach Lens office with the rolltop oak desk theyve been pushing along the hallway. The one desk remaining on the third floor. Or on any of the five floors. A relic from the times when El Loco and his cohorts emptied the municipal palace of everything but the doorknobs, the wallpaper, the one rolltop oak desk that was too heavy to haul.

After Pascacio picks up his bucket and mop, after he wishes Leopoldo a good night, after the metallic sound of his oscillating bucket fades down the stairs, Leopoldo checks his watch for scratches, though in the dark this isnt easy to do, the only working light is down the hall, from the lamppost out the window, which he approaches with an industrious trudge and inflated chest, ridiculing himself for the servile diligence he adopts when Lens around, hearing the mottled collision of bugs outside, fireflies and moths and mayflies, those leeches of light, smashing themselves against the incandescence. Pascacios trying to rack up favors by helping him. Don Leopoldo, at the registry theyre asking my sister for a bribe she cant afford. Don Leopoldo, at the social security theyve pocketed my grandfathers pension. With one call Leopoldo can fix these. Hes Len Martn Corderos chief of staff. He has that kind of pull. And yet his pull is at odds with the digital watch hes been sporting since high school, a gift from when his godfather scored his father a minor post in the prefecture, a clunker with shortlegged blip buttons and a rubber strap, sure, but an advanced machine back then, before his father fled in the wake of an embezzlement scandal. No new scratches from pushing the rolltop. Good.

Though hes exhausted he will not wait for the bus at the stop nearby, even though at this late hour Pascacios the only coworker who might spot him there, but instead he will navigate through Pedro Carbo, Chimborazo, Boyac, and at the crossing between Sucre and Rumichaca he will catch and ride a different bus along Vctor Manuel Rendn, Junn, Urdaneta, past that gas station that used to dump burnt Pennzoil in the Salado River, past La Atarazana and La Garzota and up the slope on Alcvar, where the bus driver will downshift abruptly and the bus will rattle like a can in a long trail of cans dragged across the asphalt of this canned city by the

(tonight Leopoldos dinner will consist of canned chili beans)

and along Alcvar the people already crammed inside the bus will be forced to stomach another round of house painters, domestics, fruit peddlers, hop in, people, lots of room in the back, and at least one of them will fake a panic attack to snatch a decent seat, a panic attack that will further dispirit everyone because those who disbelieve its authenticity will jostle with those who are trying to make room for the poor old woman whos having the panic attack, and their sweat will not drip on the tin ridged floor but will be absorbed by thousands of pores that will regurgitate the smell of their daylong labors, which will not disgust Leopoldo because this time he shall will these people into a nonexistence that will not deject him then but later, when he will be reminded yet again of how uncharitable he can be toward those less fortunate than he is.

Leopoldo forestalls his bus ride by Tupa & Mera. On the window display silvered arrows point at televisions. On one of them a farmer guides his tractor with a remote control. On another the interim president, a protg of Len, praises the recent coup and announces another Paquetazo. On another the arrival of a helicopter promises yet another triumphant return of El Loco, who has already run for president twice. On another the young and the rich are behaving badly again, this time in Salinas Beach (isnt that Torbay, his classmate from San Javier?). From the shuttered entrance of Tupa & Mera the watchman steps out onto the sidewalk and tries his most pugnacious glare on Leopoldo.

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