Conceived the night of Che Guevara’s burial in 1967, Gabriel McKenzie is inextricably bound up in the history and politics of his native Chile. Twenty-four years on, and still a virgin, Gabriel returns from Manhattan exile to confront his legacy: a Don Juan father and a country preparing for the five-hundredth anniversary of America’s "discovery." Into Gabriel’s quest for manhood and identity enter one iceberg, a faithful if eccentric nanny, and a whole host of fantastical characters.
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|Release Date: 01-04-2011|
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The Nanny and the Iceberg
Surprise, Janice. It's me. Gabriel. Gabriel McKenzie. I'm backthough not really, not for long. I know, I knowI promised that I would write fromwell, I didn't tell you what country I was going to, did I? Just those goodbye words, a year and a half ago, on July 8, 1991, promising to pop an E-mail message on your screen the next day, promising to come back and ball you, complete what we hadn't quite managed to do when we were fifteen. As if anybody keeps a promise in this world.
Sorry that I disappeared. Sorry to burden you with this bundle of pages in the real mailthe longest suicide note in history, I guess. Send it to the Guinness Book of Records. Send it to a dwarf I know there. Tell him he can celebrate. Tell him I killed myself in Sevilla one minute before October 12 dawned. Tell him I killed some other people, too. Yes: I've got three days left. That's how long it should take to write this and print it and send it. If I decide to send it instead of pressing the DELETE button, that is, and don't remain the only reader of my story. I could send it and still be the only reader. You could decide not to read till the end, not to reach the climax, so to speak. But I've tried to make sure you will. This is a promise I can deliver on: besides my own death at the end, there'll be violence and murder. More murder than I bargained for when I set out on this voyage back home. And sex.
Real sex. Not what I bragged to you about in my E-mail drips and drops. All that infinite experience, the ins and outs, the multiple orgasms in those many beds, what I boasted I had done to other women...