A mystical, magical story, brilliantly conceived.
Whatever the genre, it’s always fascinating to see how authors choose to structure their work.
In CURVA PELIGROSA Lily Iona Mackenzie posits what’s real and what’s fantasy with a painter’s brush creating color and contrast and a poet’s ear allowing us to hear the nuances of reality and imagined truths.
As Curva herself travels through time and space with an urgent need to make every moment meaningful, the reader is, as if galloping along, following her every move so as not to miss a moment on her quest to conquer time, to breathe life into all the seeds she plants and to share them with whomever she meets.
As in her debut novel, FLING!, here, too, Mackenzie has the reader bouncing about along with her main character, Curva, and her boundless energy, not always knowing where she is or what time it is. Yet, she describes everything – all that seems real and in the moment as well as what her rich imagination conjures up – with the same degree of mystical and magical eloquence.
From the start, Curva tells us that she has learned much of what she knows and thinks about life and death from reading “Don Quixote” to whom she refers to often enough to make us hypnotically aware of the parallels in their lives – each illuminating aspects of human nature as they whip us into a frenzy of fantasy and madness mixed with a measure of reality, all the while challenging and awakening our senses and sensibilities.
Unlike most other women in the town of Weed, Alberta, Curva is a 6 feet tall voluptuous woman who exudes her own brand of power as a palm reader, mid-wife, healer, mother, and lover who refuses to settle for the ordinary or the mundane. She is thought of by others as “untamed” and “unpredictable.” Her appetite for travel, along with her lack of sexual inhibitions is as compelling as her unquenchable thirst for discovering the deepest mystery of all – a desire to discover a potion to prolong life – a lesson she learned from Don Quixote that “too much sanity may be madness – and maddest of all is to see life as it is, and not as it should be.” She will not be robbed of her dreams nor her belief that immortality is attainable. “It puzzles her,” Mackenzie writes, “that while sleep resembled death in that she lost consciousness, she always woke in the morning. Why, then, couldn’t humans wake from death in a similar way? Why couldn’t they live forever? What was the secret?” (more…)