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Cuba, 1956: Cousins Nora and Alicia are accustomed to living among Havana's privileged class — but their lavish dinners, days at the beach, and extravagant dances come to an end after Castro's rise to power. Food becomes scarce, religion is forbidden, and disease runs rampant. Although Alicia stays behind while Nora emigrates to the United States, both of their identities are challenged as they try to adapt to the changes forced upon them. As the situation in Cuba deteriorates, Alicia is beset by bad fortune, ...

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Cuba, 1956: Cousins Nora and Alicia are accustomed to living among Havana's privileged class — but their lavish dinners, days at the beach, and extravagant dances come to an end after Castro's rise to power. Food becomes scarce, religion is forbidden, and disease runs rampant. Although Alicia stays behind while Nora emigrates to the United States, both of their identities are challenged as they try to adapt to the changes forced upon them. As the situation in Cuba deteriorates, Alicia is beset by bad fortune, while Nora — whose heart is still in Cuba — painfully assimilates into middle-class U.S. culture. Letters between the cousins track their lives until Alicia's situation becomes so difficult that Nora is forced to return and help. But what she finds in Cuba is like nothing she ever imagined.

Told with wrenching insight into the tender balance between the hope and grief that shapes the immigrant heart, Broken Paradise is an extraordinarily powerful novel about passion, love, and the heart's yearning for home.

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Cuba, in the decades following Castro's rise to power, serves as the setting for Samartin's literary debut. Marked by much of the author's own history (Samartin's family fled Havana in 1961), Broken Paradise is the story of two young cousins: Nora, who leaves Cuba with her parents to settle in California; and Alicia, who stays behind. At age nine, the girls know little of what lies ahead, but on the brink of revolution, Cuba is no longer the sanctuary and home it once was. While Nora, at times confused and lonely, eventually grows to identify with her new life, Alicia is unaware that her future promises nothing but heartbreak.

Wrenched from each other, the girls exchange letters that form the heart of the novel and brilliantly capture the differences in their everyday lives. As the years and then the decades pass, Nora's life blossoms. But Alicia feels nothing but the absence of hope. More than a story of the road not taken, Broken Paradise speaks to the heart of those whose lives have been ripped apart by political turmoil. It's an extraordinary love story in which the Cuban landscape is as much a character as the lives of the two young girls who were born there. (Summer 2007 Selection)
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"Gripping, poignant, and enlightening...a profound meditation on the complexities of the human heart and the redeeming power of love."
— Carlos Eire, National Book Award-winning author of Waiting for Snow in Havana

"It's like drinking a full bottle of Cabernet by yourself."
— New Zealand Public Radio

"I dare anyone not to be moved...the book is ultimately uplifting — a testimony to the strength of love and the human spirit."
Traveller Magazine

"A heart wrenching story of separation, love, and redemption gently told through two cousins as they confront the political realities of Castro's revolution and its aftermath. This is a story I can truly identify with. It is a story that Cecilia Samartin has told with astounding courage and grace."
— Viviana Carballo, author of Havana Salsa: Stories and Recipes

"Cecilia Samartin delivers a novel rich in passion, heartbreak and love. Broken Paradise captures the textures and rhythms of my homeland of Cuba with its musical, agile prose and kept me engrossed to the last page. An important, timely work of fiction, it goes to the heart of what it means to be an exile. A truly American story."
— Victor Rivas Rivers, actor and author of A Private Family Matter

"A nostalgic story that sieves smoothly in the folds of our memory, transporting us to a universe of flavors, unforgettable colors and Cuban landscapes. A tribute to those who live far from their homelands."
— Javier Sierra, author of New York Times bestseller The Secret Supper

"Cecilia Samartin writes with shimmering grace about homeland and exile, passion and loyalty...A richly textured story, sensuous and haunting."
— Janet Fitch, author of White Oleander

"She spins a gripping tale."
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In her interesting but flawed debut, Samartin explores the contrasting fates of two young women after the Cuban revolution-Nora Garc a, who escapes to the United States with her family, and her cousin Alicia, who stays behind. The novel is strongest in its first section, which renders the cousins' idyllic and privileged childhood in pre-Castro Havana. The portrayal of Nora and Alicia's friendship is convincing, especially in Nora's simultaneous devotion to her more confident and beautiful cousin. Their time on the beach and at their great-aunt's sugarcane plantation give way to the bombs, televised executions and panic of the revolution. After Nora and her family escape, settling in California, the cousins maintain their friendship over two decades through letters as intimate as their girlhood conversations. Nora returns to Cuba in 1981 to find her childhood Eden destroyed and a very ill Alicia, who has resorted to prostitution to support herself and her daughter, suffering from "the virus." A hokey climax undermines Nora's return to Cuba, though the book's first half is powerfully realized. (Feb.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Pre- and post-revolutionary Cuba as seen through the eyes of a young refugee. Like her protagonist, Nora, debut novelist Samartin left Cuba with her family after Castro's revolution and settled in Los Angeles. In occasionally overwrought language, she spins a gripping tale. Nora's extended family of grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins are first seen in their idyllic haute bourgeoisie milieu: chaperoned dances, sumptuous dinners, cocktails on sun-swept terraces, swims in limpid, azure waters. As revolution looms, Nora and her cousin, beautiful Alicia, are mostly preoccupied with boys, especially Tony, the gorgeous biracial nephew of Great Aunt Panchita's maid, Lola. When Castro's advent destroys their comfortable existence, the Garcia clan flees Cuba as soon as they can bribe their way out, leaving T'a Panchita and Alicia behind-she has married Tony, a staunch Communist, over family objections. In the book's balky midsection, the emphasis shifts from turmoil in Cuba to Nora's more conventional problems-adjustment to America, teenage angst and a growing attachment to an older teacher, Jeremy. Letters from Alicia filter through, recounting ever-escalating crises: After a utopian start on a sugar-cane collective, there's the birth of Lucinda, who is blind; Tony is called to serve in the Angolan war; Lucinda's hope for a cure is blighted by red tape; and Tony is imprisoned. As Nora's life improves-she's in graduate school and married to Jeremy-Alicia's spins apart. She must trade sexual favors with a prison guard to ensure Tony's safety. Later, she turns to prostitution at one of the glitzy hotels the government sponsors to distract tourists from Havana's decay. Returning, Nora findsmatters far worse than Alicia's letters intimated: Alicia has HIV. Unless Nora contrives a rescue, Alicia will be taken to a colony where AIDS sufferers are warehoused until death, and Lucinda will go to a state orphanage. The shocking revelations that pile up at the close threaten to swamp the story, like the sharks that will eventually circle Nora's escape boat. Histrionics aside, an insider account with real teeth.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416550396
  • Publisher: Washington Square Press
  • Publication date: 2/19/2008
  • Series: WSP Readers Club Series
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 368
  • Product dimensions: 5.31 (w) x 8.25 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Cecilia Samartin was born in Havana in the midst of Fidel Castro's revolution. She grew up in Los Angeles as a fully bicultural, bilingual American. She studied psychology at UCLA and marriage and family therapy at Santa Clara University. Deeply concerned with the lack of Spanish speakers in her profession, Cecilia has practiced within the Latino communities in some of the most impoverished inner-city areas of San Jose and Los Angeles. She lives with her British-born husband in San Gabriel, California.

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Chapter One

What I love most is the warmth, how it reaches in and spreads out to the tips of my fingers and toes until it feels like I'm part of the sun, like it's growing inside me. Have you ever seen the ocean turn smooth as a sheet of glass or curl upon the shore with a sigh? If you knew my country then you'd know that the sea can be many things; faithful and blue as the sky one moment and the next a shimmering turquoise so brilliant, you'd swear the sun was shinning from beneath the waves.

I often stand at the water's edge, digging my toes into the moist sand and gaze out at the ghostly gray line of the horizon that separates sea and sky. I close my eyes just a little so I can no longer be sure which is which, and I'm floating in a blue green universe. I'm a fish and then a bird. I'm a golden mermaid with long flowing hair that gets lost in the wind. With a flick of my tail I can return to the sea and explore the shores of other lands, but how can I leave this place that quiets my soul to a prayer?

Better to stay and lay on a blanket of fine white sand, gazing up at the royal palms for hours as we do. They sway in the ocean breeze, and I almost fall asleep if not for the constant chatter of my cousin, Alicia. She's hardly a year older than me, in fact for thirteen days out of the year we're exactly the same age, but for some reason she seems older and wiser. Perhaps it's because she's so sure of what she likes. She has no doubt that she prefers mango ice cream to coconut and that her favorite number is nine because nine is the age we were then and if nine were a person it would be a glamorous lady, a showgirl with long legs and swinging hips. I, on the other hand, have a hard time choosing between mango and coconut and if you throw in papaya, I'm completely overwhelmed.

Alicia squints up at the sun with eyes that are sometimes gold, sometimes green, and tells me what she sees. "Look how the palms move in the wind."

"I see them," I respond.

"They're sweeping the clouds away with their big leaves so we can look straight up to heaven and see God."

"Can you see God?" I ask.

"If I look at it just right, I can. And when I do, I ask Him for whatever I want and He'll give it to me."

I turn away from the swaying palms to study Alicia's face. Sometimes she likes to joke around and doesn't tell me the truth until she's certain she's tricked me. But I know her dimples show when she's hiding a smile. They're almost showing now.

"Tell the truth," I prod.

"I am." Then she opens her eyes as wide as she can and stares straight up at the sun and shuts them tight until tiny tears slip down her cheeks. She turns to face me, eyes sparkling and lips curled in a triumphant smile. "I just saw Him."

"What did you ask for?"

"I can't tell you or else He won't give it to me."

I too turn my face toward the sun and try to open my eyes as wide as Alicia, but I can't keep them open for even half a second, and I certainly don't see God or even the wisp of an angel's wing. I conclude that brown eyes are not as receptive to heavenly wonders as her magnificent golden eyes.

Alicia sits up suddenly and looks down at me, blocking the sun. "What did you ask for?"

"I thought you said we couldn't tell." I object, not wanting to admit I'd failed to see anything at all.

She settles back down onto the sand, while a full sun stretches over us once again. Soon we'll have to head back for our afternoon meal. These morning hours at the beach slip away so fast.

I was hoping we'd get a chance to go swimming, but we aren't allowed in past our knees without a trusted adult nearby to keep watch. Ever since a little boy drowned at Varadero beach three years ago that's been the rule, and there's no use trying to change it.

"I want to go swimming," I say.

Alicia turns to survey the ocean. We see the waves lapping the white curve of the beach and know the sea is a warm bath. We'd float easily in the calm waters and maybe even learn how to swim more like the grown-ups, moving our arms like steady and reliable windmills. And maybe our grandfather, Abuelo Antonio, undoubtedly the best swimmer in all of Cuba, will come out with us and we'll take turns venturing into deeper water while riding safely on his shoulders.

"Let's go!" Alicia cries and we spring to our feet and run as fast as we can, leaving a wake of powdery white sand floating behind us.

All of the rooms in my grandparents' large house at Varadero overlooked the sea, and the dinning room was no exception. Abuela kept the windows open most of the time as she believed fresh air to be the best defense against the many diseases she worried about. Lace curtains fluttered on the incoming ocean breeze as Abuelo said the blessing over our meal. It wasn't until he lifted his head and took up his fork that we were allowed to do the same.

I was lucky to be sitting closest to the fried bananas, my favorite, and to have Alicia right next to me. At home, our parents knew better and always separated us so we wouldn't talk and giggle when we should be learning proper table manners. It seemed that Mami was more concerned with what fork I used for the salad than with my school work.

Most of the time, Abuelo and Abuela were amused by our antics and laughed at what our parents called foolishness.

"Look at how dark you're getting," Abuela said as she handed me a large bowl of fluffy yellow rice. "People will think you're a mulatica and not the white, full-blooded Spaniard that you are." Being a full-blooded Spaniard was also a very important thing, even more important than proper manners.

I helped myself to a generous serving of rice. "Look at Alicia. She's almost as dark as me," I shot back.

"Alicia's a Spaniard through and through," Abuela said. "With those light eyes and hair, there's no mistaking her heritage. She can get as black as a ripened date, and she'll still look like a Spaniard."

At these moments, the only thing that kept me from envying Alicia for her superior coloring, was that she always came to my rescue. "I think Nora looks beautiful, like a tropical princess," she said.

"That's right, Abuela. I look like a tropical princess."

Abuelo laughed. Having been born in Spain, he was more Spanish than anyone, but he didn't care as much as Abuela about where people came from or who their parents were. And even though he never bragged, everyone knew he was a real Spaniard because of his accent and eloquent speech, so different from the brusque Cuban style. "Would the princess mind passing the plátanos before she eats them all herself?" he asked with a slight bow of his head.

Later that afternoon, after we'd had our mandatory naps, Abuelo was easily persuaded to go out to the beach and continue his swimming lessons. I promised Papi I'd learn to be a good swimmer during this week's vacation, but I hadn't progressed nearly enough to impress him.

"Too much time playing around and not enough time practicing," Abuelo declared as he stood with us on the shore wearing dark blue swim trunks and a white guayabera shirt, perfectly pressed by Abuela that morning and every morning.

Alicia and I stood on either side of him, each clasping onto one of his big hands as we gazed out at the peaceful sea. Together, we stepped into the water and felt the waves caress our feet. We ventured in further and the silky blanket swirled up to our knees and then up to our waists, but we could easily see our toes wiggling in the sand.

We stood silent and nervous, waiting for Abuelo's instructions to begin. Perhaps he'd have us float on our backs as he usually did. Maybe we'd practice kicking our feet with our heads under water while he taxied us around by our hands that grasped at him for dear life when he dared to let go. Or he'd dive into deeper water while we clung to his neck, laughing and sputtering when he came up for air. "Not so deep, Abuelo!" we'd cry, hoping he'd go a little deeper still.

Instead, he pointed to the platform that floated a hundred yards from the shore. "You see that out there?"

We were quite familiar with the platform. This was the famous place to which both of our fathers had to swim as children in order to be declared real swimmers and allowed into the ocean without adult supervision. We'd heard the stories a million times and when our parents dropped us off we bragged that by the end of the week we would've conquered the platform.

On most days older kids were on and around it, diving into the water, lifting themselves easily on to the wooden planks, and jumping off again like loud happy seals, but on this afternoon the platform bobbed about without a soul upon it. In fact, except for a couple very far off holding hands, the beach was empty. Everyone still seemed to be resting after lunch.

"Well, do you see it?" Abuelo asked again, still pointing.

I felt the butterflies begin to stir. "Yes, I see it."

I detected a slight tremor in Alicia's voice as well.

He squeezed our hands. "Today you're going to swim out there all by yourselves. Who wants to go first?"

Neither of us spoke. "What? Nobody wants to go first?" Abuelo smiled down at us and then with an exaggerated expression of concern and surprise said, "You're not afraid, are you?"

"I think I'm a little bit afraid," I said.

Alicia thrust out her chin. "I'm not. I'll go first."

"That's my girl!" Abuelo dropped my hand and held Alicia's up in the air as if she'd won a prizefight.

"Now follow me and try to move your arms like this when you kick." Abuelo circled his arms over his head and Alicia imitated him as best she could while I stood with my arms glued to my side, aware that this lesson wasn't meant for me. Abuelo pulled his guayabera up over his head and threw it onto the sand before diving smoothly into the sea with hardly a splash. Three or four strokes of his powerful arms and in no time at all he was pulling himself up on to the platform and waving for Alicia to follow.

She began with more of a belly flop than a dive, but it roused a cheer from Abuelo just the same. Her head dipped in and out of the water with jerky motions as she swam slowly, but steadily toward the platform. She tried to swing her arms over her head like Abuelo instructed, but she floundered a bit and resumed her less than graceful, but reliable dog paddle. She'd never swum this far without stopping ever in her life, but she kept going well past the point where the water turned from a light green to an ominous deeper blue. And Abuelo kept cheering her on, standing on the very edge of the platform and reaching for her even when she was too far away. Her neck craned with the strain of her effort as she neared the platform and she was barely inching forward when Abuelo reached down and pulled her up easily by both arms. She collapsed on to the platform with a thud, panting and laughing and holding her sides. Once she'd caught her breath she stood up next to Abuelo, triumphant and glistening — a real swimmer.

She called out to me. "Come on, Nora. You can do it."

Abuelo turned his attention to me now that Alicia had proved herself. He wanted to be doubly proud. "Don't think about it any more. Just dive in like your cousin."

They looked so far away on that platform of champions, but I could see their smiles bursting out at me even from there. They believed in me. They knew I could do it too.

I dove in and felt the warmth that, for the first time, failed to calm my heart. My feet kicked and my cupped hands shoveled in a valiant dog paddle. Suddenly the water felt thick like jelly and it filled my ears, my nostrils, my mouth dulling my senses in an alien way. I filled my lungs with dry air in pockets and spurts between gulps of salty water as encouraging screams broke through the monotony of my labored breathing. I looked toward my goal and caught their smiles, their arms waving wildly against the bright blue sky. Momentarily blind and deaf, I tried desperately to find a rhythm for my arms and legs that would propel me forward. I had to make it. I had to prove I could do it too.

Listening for their calls, reaching for Abuelo's big hands that should be only inches away, I looked up again, but they were still waving, no closer than before. Could it be that I was actually farther away?

I pointed my toes toward the sandy bottom. If I reached it, I might push myself up and catch my breath, but the bottom was much further down than I'd thought. I knew suddenly there was no need to go forward any more, just up. Up to the sun that's a splash of watery light, up toward the birds watching me as they flew in gentle circles above my thrashing attempts to stay afloat, for even a bird would know that whatever I was doing, it wasn't swimming.

Somehow I managed to force my nose and mouth above water one last time, but the silky blanket covered my head and there was no sound, no sky, no wind, just the rush of water inside my head as I sunk deeper in the quiet blue. It was cool and dark, only bubbles, clear white bubbles spinning me around.

I awoke lying on the sand with the afternoon sun full upon me. I felt my chest rise and fall in shallow spasms, but when I tried to breathe deep I coughed up enough seawater to fill a good-sized pitcher. Abuelo's face was very close and I detected the sweet fragrance of cigar on his breath. Alicia was crouched next to him, but he held her away from me with a protective arm. Their mouths moved, but there was only silence. Finally the faint hum of their familiar voices grew into clear and understandable words.

"Nora, can you hear me?" Abuelo asked smiling, though his voice was firm as if directing me more than asking me. "Oh yes, you can hear me. She's OK now," he said to Alicia and then he chuckled nervously as he did when caught by Abuela in a white lie of some sort.

He allowed Alicia to peer in closer with instructions that she should give me room to breathe. I wanted to turn and smile and say I was fine, like I did when I fell off my skates, but I could hardly move.

"You almost drowned, Nora," Alicia said in wonderment.

Abuelo came in close again and they both dripped on me, forcing me to blink.

"Now, now, Alicia, that isn't true," he said. "I was watching her every minute. There's no way she could've drowned."

"But her hand went up like this, Abuelo," Alicia said, thrusting her hand up in the air like a claw grasping at nothing. "And she had that horrible look on her face."

"You were always safe, Norita. I would never let anything happen to you."

I tried to nod and felt my head shift in the sand, but this small movement caused their faces to start spinning, and I had to close my eyes just to settle my stomach which felt as if it was still sinking to the bottom of the sea.

In a few minutes, I felt much better and was able to sit up and look around. The world was still the same as I'd left it except that Abuelo and Alicia watched me as if I'd just hatched out of an egg or grown horns on my head.

Abuelo directed Alicia to bring me an ice-cold Coke from the house, and when she returned I drank it down. Soon I was able to stand and we sauntered back toward the house hand in hand. Just as we arrived, Abuelo reminded us that Abuela promised to welcome us back from our swim with a piece of her delicious rum cake.

"By the way, there's no reason to tell your grandmother what happened here today," he told us, "She'll only get very upset and worry for no reason."

We needed no convincing of the need for secrecy. We could well predict our grandmother's reaction, and we were quite familiar with her particular brand of worry. It was the kind that made the world stop until the worry was finished. And it usually involved complicated promises to various saints who made her cut off all her fingernails and eyelashes, or never wear lipstick again. Perhaps this time our eyelashes would be cut, and we couldn't risk the possibility of never wearing lipstick. We'd already chosen our colors for when we were old enough. At the very least, we'd never be allowed to go swimming with Abuelo again, of that much we were sure.

Copyright © 2004 by Cecilia Samartin

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Introduction

Broken Paradise By Cecilia Samartin

Introduction

Broken Paradise reveals the pain of political turmoil when two cousins, Nora and Alicia, take very different paths following the Cuban revolution. Accustomed to living among Havana's privileged class — lavish dinners, days at the beach, dances, and dresses — their idyllic lives take a turn for the worse after Castro's rise to power. Food becomes scarce, religion is forbidden, and disease is rampant. Alicia stays behind while Nora emigrates to America and struggles in an unfamiliar land. Both of their identities are challenged as they try to adapt to the changes forced upon them. The situation in Cuba deteriorates, and Alicia is beset by bad fortune, while Nora painfully assimilates into middle-class US culture. Her heart, however, remains in Cuba. Letters between the cousins track their lives until Alicia finds herself in such dire straits that Nora is forced to return and help. What she finds in Cuba is devastating.

In Broken Paradise, Samartin offers heart-wrenching insight into the tender balance between optimism and grief that shapes the immigrant heart. How can one find peace and belonging when one's sense of home is so dichotomized? This story involves reflection about home and country regardless of where they may be.

Group Discussion Questions

1. Samartin tells the story of the Cuban revolution through the eyes of Nora, who is a child as the novel unfolds. How did this affect the book's descriptions of the revolution? How would the story be different if it were seen through the eyes of either Alicia or Nora's parents orgrandparents?

2. At the novel's beginning, Abuelo saves Nora from drowning. Are there times when this early act of salvation is repeated, when others close to Nora are able to save her from "drowning," just like her Abuelo did?

3. Nora introduces Alicia to the reader with: "She's hardly a year older than me?but for some reason she seems older and wiser. Perhaps it's because she's so sure of what she likes" (p. 1-2). Do you think this assessment accurately describes Alicia and her actions throughout the book?

4. In chapter seven, the description of Nora's first dance and transition to adulthood is positioned in between Carlos's disappearance and the increased bombing of Havana. How do the two seemingly separate stories of the girls' coming of age and Cuba's revolution interact to propel each other forward? Throughout the course of the novel, how does the author transition between the two stories and when do they overlap?

5. What events are the most pivotal in revealing Nora's and Alicia's progressions from childhood to adulthood? Are there any childhood beliefs that they struggle to hold on to?

6. The ocean in Cuba is mentioned frequently throughout the course of the novel. It is a common place for excursions when Nora is in Cuba, and it is the focus of her nostalgia when she lives in the United States. What do you think the ocean represents?

7. The themes of feminine chastity and racial pureness are recurrent in the conversations and inner dialogues of the book's female characters. Examine the contrasting viewpoints held by Nora and Abuela on these issues, beginning with the examples found on pages 6, 63, 109, 110, and 137. Is each character constant in her opinions, or do her views change as the story progresses? What might explain their new viewpoints?

8. When Nora arrives in the United States, she writes Alicia to tell her the words Beba spoke just before her departure, "Give them your ghost heart, for they'll insist you give them something, but keep your real heart for yourself?always" (p. 96). What leads them to their separate decisions?

9. After Castro's rise to power, each family has to decide whether to leave for America or to stay in Cuba. Do you understand why each character made the decision he or she did? What would you have decided in a similar situation?

10. Throughout the novel, there are several clues present that Tony has died. The hints are delivered through the eyes and ears of Nora, yet the reader discerns the truth before Nora herself realizes what has happened. At what moment did you realize Tony was dead? Were there any other points in the novel when you realized something before Nora did?

11. Times of trial are frequently chances to demonstrate courage and inner strength. What points in the novel serve as defining moments from which to judge the strength of the characters? Do all the characters successfully pass through their trials?

Creative Tips For Enhancing Your Book Club

1. Visit the author's website before your meeting, www.ceciliasamartin.com, to learn more about her.

2. Examine Cuban culture through a different lens. Try renting a movie such as I Am Cuba, Guantanamera, or Cuba: the Forgotten Island to watch as a group.

3. Bring along some Cuban music to accompany your book club meeting. Los Muñequitos de Matanzas are a well-known group living in Cuba, with music available in the United States. You can research other Cuban musicians on www.amazon.com or www.allmusic.com.

4. Prepare some Cuban drinks or food to enjoy as a group. Check www.tasteofcuba.com for tasty recipes of mojitos, empanadas, and arroz con leche.

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  • Posted June 11, 2012

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    LOVED THIS STORY I loved this story, the author has a beautiful

    LOVED THIS STORY
    I loved this story, the author has a beautiful way of writing, you feel your on the warm beach in Cuba. All the characters are so well written and blend in the story perfectly. Nobody leaves their home Country because they want to, there is always a reason, its very very difficult to leave family and friends and start your life in a new country. Loved Nora, Alicia and Beba. Cecilia Samartin is one of my favorite authors and I thank her for her beautiful stories.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2014

    Awesome!

    My favorite! Great story & characters that keep you longing for more!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2008

    Great Book!

    This book has it all: historical and cultural insight, suspense, vivid imagery, characters that become real and a story that engages you from beginning to end. I was so incredibly disappointed for the book to end. I hated not being able to spend more time with these characters. Be sure to read this author's second novel (Tarnished Beauty) as well. If you're not reading Cecilia Samartin you should be!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2007

    'Fear doesn't float...But courage...not only floats, it flies.'

    Cecilia Samartin blooms in the garden of new novelists as a rare and exotic species of flower, a gifted artist whose talent is mature, making it difficult to believe that BROKEN PARADISE is a first novel. Samartin bears watching: she seems to have the gifts of such authors as Isabel Allende and Carlos Eire among others - very fine company for any writer. Samartin offers a story of two cousins - Nora and Alicia - who were born into status and money in Cuba during the Batista years, witnessed the Revolution led by Fidel Castro, and suffered the ultimate results of the changes that revolution brought to the citizens of Cuba: Nora, the pragmatic one, escaped to the USA to live in Los Angeles with her parents while Alicia, the beautiful one, stayed behind, falling in love with a revolutionary black man Tony whom she married and gave birth to a blind child Lucinda, caring for her daughter after Tony's disillusionment with the revolution lead to his imprisonment. The two cousins continue their bonded relationship via letters and through these letters we are able to visualize the gradual crumbling of life and sustenance in Havana, the extremes to which the ever-optimistic Alicia must submit in order to maintain life, and the manner in which the two cousins reunite in Cuba years later, a time when the conditions of the current life in Cuba sadly separate them forever. Gabriel Garcia Marquez once wrote 'Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it': Samartin's gift is the ability to invite us into the lives of her characters and allows us to create our own memories of what we have been told. Samartin's writing style is a dichotomy of tone. When she is telling the lives of the girls and their wondrously colorful families and extended families caught up in the paradise that was Cuba, her language is apropos to the tenor and rhythm and illusion of life as a child speaks it. When the Revolution changes (or 'breaks') the paradise, the maturing girls speak with the reality of adults, able to perceive the realities of the changed land and psyches of the people. This movement from the child's voice to the adult's narration is subtle but secure and adds enormously to the credibility of the novel's flow. 'Some people sell their bodies and others sell their souls' Nora tacitly observes as she returns to her beloved Cuba of the past to care for Alicia now fading from disease (presumably AIDS) she contracted in her only way of providing money for her imprisoned husband and blind child. The needs for sustaining life meet the needs for preserving soul and it is this pungent message that Samartin weaves through her novel. No matter what version of the 'change' in Cuba each reader may own, Cecilia Samartin invites us to revisit a paradise broken by a hopeful change from the Batista reign into the Castro communism. She paints her version with words in a way few authors can or have: Cuba is her native home, Los Angeles her adopted one. She is a very bright light beginning to glow in the literary world and we can only hope she is already at work on her next novel! Highly recommended. Grady Harp

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2007

    Very impressive!

    I have read countless books in my day - novels, biographies, histories, but there have only been a handful of instances when I did not want to reach the end of the book. This was one of those times. Samartin has an evocative writing style, with an ability to expressively convey joy, passion, & pain, and at the same time bring that era into sharp focus. I was dazzled.

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