Hold Me Tight and Tango Me Home

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Maria Finn's husband was cheating. First she threw him out. Then she cried. Then she signed up for tango lessons. It turns out that tango has a lot to teach about understanding love and loss, about learning how to follow and how to lead, how to live with style and flair, take risks, and sort out what it is you really want. As Maria's world begins to revolve around the friendships she makes in dance class and the milongas (social dances) she attends regularly in New York City, we discover with her the fascinating ...

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Overview

Maria Finn's husband was cheating. First she threw him out. Then she cried. Then she signed up for tango lessons. It turns out that tango has a lot to teach about understanding love and loss, about learning how to follow and how to lead, how to live with style and flair, take risks, and sort out what it is you really want. As Maria's world begins to revolve around the friendships she makes in dance class and the milongas (social dances) she attends regularly in New York City, we discover with her the fascinating culture, history, music, moves, and beauty of the Argentine tango. With each new dance step she learns—the embrace, the walk, the sweep, the exit—she is one step closer to returning to the world of the living. Eventually Maria travels to Buenos Aires, the birthplace of tango, and finds the confidence to try romance again. 

As exhilarating as the dance itself, the story whirls us into the center of the ballroom dancing craze. And buoyed by the author's humor and passion, it imparts surprising insights about how to get on with life after you've lost in love.
 

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Publishers Weekly
Shaken by the discovery that her Cuban husband and salsa partner was having an affair, Finn, a contributor to New York magazine, embarked on learning to tango as a way of healing her broken heart, and chronicles her journey in this rather dry memoir. In tango, an Argentinean dance form originating in the immigrant neighborhoods and brothels of Buenos Aires, she tapped the “sources of human sorrow and human happiness” and found a safe comfort and intimacy among strangers. From standing on the sidelines watching the elegant, accomplished couples to plunging into her initial lessons at the South Street Seaport and attending her first milongas, or social dances, Finn had to connect with a series of constantly changing partners, some better at leading than others, and some more forgiving than others about her mistakes. Finn organizes her memoir around the tango steps—from la salida (the basic) through la caminata (the walk), la volcada (the fall), el boleo (the throw), all the way to el abrazo (the embrace)—which also cleverly mirror her stages of grief, from anger to acceptance. Sadly, her foray remains journalistically stilted rather than tango sensuous, and rarely warms the reader. Along with her personal story, involving a trip to a wedding in Buenos Aires and documenting there the gay tango scene, she nicely elucidates the evolution of the dance, through the music of Astor Piazzolla and Carlos Gardel, and traces briefly its flashpoints across the globe, from America to Finland and Turkey. (Feb.)
Kirkus Reviews
A gracefully rendered memoir of a woman seeking post-divorce healing through tango. The tango first evolved in late-19th-century Argentina, spreading to clubs in Europe and the United States in the years leading up to World War I. Known for its fiery drama and stylistic flair, the complexity and emotive breadth of authentic tango has been diluted by simplistic Hollywood numbers and, more recently, TV dance competitions. Finn (editor: Mexico in Mind, 2006, etc.) conveys an abiding veneration for tango, from its rich historical origins and romantic vocabulary to the nuanced precision in gestures and footwork. With chapters named for the structural elements of tango-El Abrazo, La Sacada, El Boleo, etc.-the author bluntly recounts the unraveling of her marriage, along with the machinations of dating, elegantly drawing metaphorical lines between challenging dance maneuvers and the phases of relationships. "These fixed patterns," writes the author, "set to melodies and harmonies, give order in the chaos of emotions. Patterns are what we follow to find the source, and in tango, the source is why a person chooses this dance." Other tango-based journals, such as Marina Palmer's Kiss and Tango: Looking for Love in Buenos Aires (2005), are more provocative; Finn's narrative remains rooted in inner growth and sociological observation than stockings and stilettos. Despite refreshingly candid analyses of her choices and a vivid cast of friends and dance partners, the author's sardonic wit is sometimes eclipsed by cumbersome reiterations of the finer technical points of tango. Nonetheless, from the public tango milongas in New York to her immersion in the Buenos Aires tango community after the 2001economic crisis spawned a renewed interest in the dance, her devotion to the art is obvious. Mixing equal parts personal-growth story, social commentary and Tango 101, Finn demystifies the illustrious world of tango with wry yet reverent insight. Agent: Jen Unter/The Unter Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781565125179
  • Publisher: Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill
  • Publication date: 2/9/2010
  • Pages: 223
  • Sales rank: 1,041,895
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.19 (h) x 0.69 (d)

Meet the Author

Maria Finn has written for Audubon Magazine, Saveur, Metropolis, the New York Times, and the Los Angeles Times, among many other publications. She has an MFA in creative writing from Sarah Lawrence College, and her essays have been anthologized in Best Food Writing and The Best Women's Travel Writing

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Table of Contents

Contents

PROLOGUE....................1
Chapter 1: El Abrazo, The Embrace....................5
Chapter 2: La Salida, The Basic....................14
Chapter 3: La Caminita, The Walk....................32
Chapter 4: El Ocho, The Figure Eight....................46
Chapter 5: La Milonga Primera, The First Milonga....................66
Chapter 6: La Sacada, The Take....................86
Chapter 7: El Gancho, The Hook....................105
Chapter 8: La Volcada, The Fall....................123
Chapter 9: El Boleo, The Throw....................142
Chapter 10: El Molinete, The Wheel....................153
Chapter 11: El Candombe, Afro-Uruguayan Music and Dance....................173
Chapter 12: La Arrastrada, The Sweep....................182
Chapter 13: El Abrazo, The Embrace....................202
Chapter 14: La Salida, The Exit....................209
GLOSSARY....................219
SELECTED READINGS....................225
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS....................227
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First Chapter

Hold Me Tight and Tango Me Home


By MARIA FINN

Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill

Copyright © 2010 Maria Finn
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-56512-517-9


Chapter One

El Abrazo, The Embrace

On the first night I went to a tango lesson, an occasional breeze, redolent of brackish river water, drifted over the docks. I stood on the coarse wooden planks as the evening light softened and ships silently slipped by. The masts of old wooden schooners and their zig zagging rigging created a theatrical backdrop for the crowd gathering outside New York's South Street Seaport for tango lessons before the social dance started.

In the center of the group a poised man with slicked-back hair began speaking as if he'd said this a thousand times yet still struggled to get his point across. As if it were perfectly natural and also a matter of life or death - that we must first and foremost understand the embrace. A slim, dark-haired woman joined him. They were going to teach an introduction to tango to the random gang of New Yorkers scuffling around them. Tango, in its strictest definition, is a form of music and dance. In essence, though, it is a way of being - and it lures you, maybe by a phone call or by an e-mail you weren't meant to see; it pulls you from the job that's too staid; it beckons on a night when you're feeling lonely; it promises escape from the grind of daily life. Tango is a journey for those who want their lives to change course; and for others, like me, who believe that their lives have ended, it's an attempt to start living again.

"The tango is about connection. And the way you do this is with the embrace," our teacher began. "There are two main points of connection: your arms and your hands. Through these, you will create and maintain your frame." His partner demonstrated by lifting her arm into the air and gracefully letting it settle on the nape of his neck. Despite the gentleness of her motion, her entire body participated in this single, simple gesture. The bending of her thin arms showed the grooves and ridges of her muscles, and beneath her billowing indigo skirt, her calf muscles flexed.

"And followers, feel your back connect to your fingertips," she said. "Respect the present, be engaged. You're both an individual and part of a pair, contributing fifty percent of everything."

"This is your second point of connection," the instructor said. "Your hands here."

He held his hand open, inviting her to put her hand into his; then they pressed their palms together. "The man must make the woman feel comfortable and protected."

"Don't lean on the man," the woman added. "You always carry your own weight. And the leader, always give her enough time. Don't hurry her. That way" - she paused and smiled slightly - "she feels beautiful."

"Okay, everyone take a partner," he said.

As in musical chairs, people shifted, rotated, men approached women and held out their hands. The basis of their selections - height, age, beauty, proximity, maybe uncritical eyes or an understanding smile - was a mystery to me.

Some of the couples were clearly on dates. They bickered over who had the embrace right or wrong or who was pushing or pulling too tightly or too softly; others, unable to hold the distance between them, botched the embrace with sloppy kissing. Most of the people who gathered here, though, were strangers; mismatched partners, their styles, heights, and ages incongruous. They were not looking much at each other but standing straight, at attention, waiting for the next order.

I stood by myself. In the shuffle, I and a few other females hadn't moved fast enough, and there just weren't enough men to go around. The old saying "It takes two to tango" is true, especially when it comes to the embrace, and I wasn't going to stand there and practice hugging the air. I went to the bar, ordered a margarita, and took a few sips, wanting numbness but getting a cold headache instead.

I watched the couples moving their shoulders by twisting their torsos, keeping their chests aligned and their legs rooted to the ground. I hated being there without a partner. In our first year of marriage, my husband and I had gone out almost every Saturday night to a club in our neighborhood and danced to Latin music. I had loved showing up with my dance partner, working up a sweat, and going home with my husband. My days of waiting, of hoping to be asked by men to dance salsa, had ended. And those weekly rituals were good for us - dancing was a conversation that never became an argument. We stepped together, broke apart, then found our way back, moving in sync with each other while the crowd pulsed around us. Now I was alone again.

The sky darkened and red neon lights from the Watchtower Building across the water in Brooklyn bled onto the East River. More experienced dancers started to fill the docks, getting ready for the milonga to start. (I would come to learn that many milongas, or social dances, offered a lesson before the actual dance began.) I stood on the sideline, content to watch. Some people tangoed quickly and maneuvered complicated steps. They wore loose, comfortable clothing and challenged each other. Others held their partners tightly and moved in slow, subtle synchronicity. I noticed their facial expressions, especially the women's. Again I saw some wistfulness, but every once in a while a certain woman passed by with her eyes closed, wearing a slight smile on her face, as if she were experiencing a lovely dream. That sensation was so alien to me right then that I almost hated her for it.

When men asked me to dance, I refused, explaining that I didn't know how. Still, I didn't leave. The music played right to me - the melodies and harmonies of the violin, flute, guitar, bandoneón, and piano mourned the maladies of the heart. The classic song "Volver" by Carlos Gardel particularly struck me. He pulled the notes that emphasized the inescapable pain of betrayal that stretches on and transforms into bitter melancholy and finally a bruised heart. The song came to an end with the lyrics "Vivir / con el alma aferrada / a un dulce recuerdo / que lloro otra vez." (To live / with the soul clutched / to a sweet memory / that I cry once again.)

Tango understood my broken heart.

I spotted Marcel, a man I knew from salsa dancing. He insisted I dance with him.

"Hey, where's your husband?" he asked.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "It's over," I told him.

"I've been divorced," he answered. "I'm sorry. It's awful." Then he took me in his arms and helped me with the embrace.

Marcel is not someone I would have noticed on the street and considered strikingly good looking, but he was attractive. He had thick lips and soft brown eyes whose lids drooped slightly.

There was something about him - his deep voice, his natural warmth and wide, solid chest - that made him more handsome than he appeared at first glance. He also had a girlfriend who danced, so his attention was not romantic.

"There's close embrace, like this," he said, pulling me to him so my arm reached all the way across his shoulders, my hand resting on the slope between his neck and shoulder. "When dance floors get really crowded, you have to stay close and keep all the steps subtle. But if there's room for bigger or longer steps, you need to be in open embrace." He stepped away from me and we slid apart until my hand lay on his bicep. "Either way, we never lose the connection with our arms, but the most important one happens between our chests."

He started walking forward and I stepped backward, moving slowly while he talked me through the steps. "Just relax," he said. "Move to the pace I set. Okay, good."

I felt warmth from his upper torso go straight into my chest, my solar plexus, my stomach, and the leaden feeling inside me softened. I could feel the dark, gaping hole - the deadness I had felt since learning of my husband's affair - and I let the heat coming from this man fill that void. The second song started, and I became aware of Marcel's arms around me: He supported my hand in his and kept the circle of connection, but it was the other arm I really felt, the one wrapped around my back that held me to him and made me feel secure and cared-for. By the third song, I had started to sense his pulse, and for a moment, with my chest pressed against his, I felt all the good intentions of the human heart.

He led me through three songs, a set known as a tanda, and that was enough. I had immediately gone from considering tango lessons to needing to know this dance. Marcel suggested a studio for classes and a few private teachers he thought were good.

"Honestly," he said, "it takes a village to make a tango dancer."

Marcel excused himself and disappeared into the crowd. The shrieking of gulls filled the air, and a thick humidity started to settle over the port. I touched the place where my wedding ring used to be and for an instant wondered where it was. I had grown so used to it - fiddling with it unconsciously at times, at other times acutely aware of it. I had thought that being married meant never having to go through another breakup.

I decided to leave and when I had almost hit the street, the tango music fading to a distant buzz, I turned to watch the group. They were no longer individuals, each with a story, a distinct style; from a distance, they had become a collective noun, part and parcel of the tango community around the world, slipping off on the crisp nights to embrace one another in places as remote as Lapland, or moving in the shadows of the Hagia Sophia in Istanbul, or arriving very, very late, so late that night bleeds into day, at the milongas of Buenos Aires.

The people of Buenos Aires are known as porteños, or people of the ports. Currents and winds once ushered in boats full of immigrants from the Mediterranean, carrying remnants of their homeland up the Río de la Plata; black slaves from Africa had been shackled and hauled there; and white slaves, mostly women from Eastern Europe, were tricked into moving there - through marriage proposals and offers of a better life - not knowing until too late that they were to be forced into working the brothels to service this huge influx of men. The tragedy, hardships, and homesickness of these groups overlapped in the south side of the city, where the ships arrived. At these ports the tango was born.

The origins of the word tango are debated. Some claim it's African, and in certain dialects it means "closed place" or "reserved ground." Others say it has Latin roots in the word tangere, "to touch," and was brought by the Portuguese slave traders. It came to mean the places where African slaves and free blacks gathered to dance. In the ports of Buenos Aires tango grew in popularity, particularly when the Cuban sailors started arriving and introducing a rhythm known as the habanera.

By the mid-1800s so many more men than women had arrived that the port brothels overflowed and men danced tango with other men, holding each other at arm's length; they had contact: skin, human warmth, the pulse of another person's heartbeat and the flow of his blood. According to some accounts, though, more than anything they wanted to catch the attention of a woman -and most of the women in the ports were prostitutes. Even prostitutes were in such short supply that they could be picky, charging men for just a dance. If a man danced the tango well enough, she might notice and acquiesce to partner with him. The money he paid her was well worth it: It bought him the touch of a woman's skin, the smell of her hair, the finding of a sort of home, at least for a moment, in the arms of a stranger. In Spanish, the term for the tango embrace is el abrazo, which literally means "the hug." This embrace is a hug that doesn't pull too tight, last too long, or promise anything but a song's worth of pleasure. It is neither friendly nor amorous. Much more complex than that, it is a tangle of paradoxes.

Tango is a way to learn through the body, to take one's pain into muscle memory and translate it into something else, something nobler. The contradictions - that comfort could be found among strangers, intimacy felt within a crowd, songs about heartbreak help a person find a way out of it - are embedded in the tango, and it begins and ends with the embrace.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted May 31, 2012

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    The art of dancing is something that can become all-consuming to

    The art of dancing is something that can become all-consuming to a person. Look to professional dancers who take class upon class, perfecting their technique and learning new styles. For non-professionals, dance can also be a source of exercise, stress release, or just a way to let loose and have fun. As someone who took tap dance lessons for 13 years I can relate to how infectious dance can become for a person. I remember as a child taking my first tap lessons, and becoming obsessed with old black-and-white musicals with my aunt and grandma just so that I could watch the elaborate tap numbers. Dancing is one of my fondest memories from childhood and conversely it helped me get through some harder periods of life. Knowing I could lose myself in class with my friends each week and just tap out my feelings on the floor was helpful with the stresses of a teen life. When I heard about Maria Finn’s Hold Me Tight and Tango Me Home, I knew I had to read it and learn how dance had not only affected her, but changed her life.

    In her memoir, Finn, a journalist and regular contributor to New York Magazine, finds herself free-floating and lost upon finding out that her husband (and salsa lesson partner) has cheated on her. To try to cope with this and find some sense of reality again, she signs up for tango lessons in New York City. As she slowly rebuilds her life, she learns the sweeping and seductive moves of the Argentine Tango as well as the history behind this passion filled dance. Finn rejuvenates her life by creating a new circle of friends that she meets while taking lessons. She realizes that she has been built back up to a new level of happiness and inner peace, and culminates her lessons with a trip to Buenos Aires, the birthplace of the Tango. What she finds is that she’s been reborn herself.

    Finn’s journey of self-discovery through the use of tango is absolutely inspiring. Her memoir proves that dance can and does have major impacts on a persons self-esteem and self-worth. Upon finishing this novel I looked at Todd and said, “I really need to start taking tango lessons.” Finn’s memoir is written with a personality that is 100% infectious. The way she chooses to look at her life makes the reader want to step back and re-evaluate the things that are important in his/her own life. The ending is truly a culmination of the dance of tango, as well as Finn’s rebirth.

    An added surprise in the memoir was learning about the extensive history and technique of the tango. It’s obvious that Finn did her research and enjoyed doing it. The portions of the work that deal with the background of the dance were clear, concise, and well researched.

    The book is a great poetic ode to dance and to the tango. I’d be highly interested in reading a follow-up to see where Finn is now in life and with her tango! (I’m also really curious to find out where all her tango friends are and what they’re all doing!)

    (Reflections of a Book Addict)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2012

    I liked it

    I'm not a book reviewer, but I enjoyed the book. Makes me want to go take tango lessens, but then I have always wanted to take tango lessens.

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  • Posted February 21, 2010

    An interesting, easy read.

    In Hold Me Tight and Tango Me Home Maria Finn relates how she recovered from a broken heart by learning the tango. It begins when she finds out her husband has been cheating on her. After throwing him out she turns to the world of tango for the intimacy, physical closeness, and mental spark she is suddenly missing in her life. As she learns each new step she gains back her confidence, makes new friends, and gradually is able to open up again. By the time she travels to Buenos Aires she is ready for all the fire and romance of dancing the tango in the country that created it.

    Maria Finn does a beautiful job describing what it is that draws people to dancing, and to dancing the tango in particular. Her explanations of the connection two dancers sometimes feel and the constant quest to capture that feeling will make anyone want to tango. I liked her humble accounts of messing up the new steps and frustrating her more experienced partners and I loved her descriptions of all the personalities frequenting the milongas. Social dances make for the best people watching! I wish the book had included a bit more about the people and a little less of the technical dance talk, but still an interesting, easy read.

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