El Lector

El Lector

by William Durbin


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ISBN-13: 9781561646784
Publisher: Pineapple Press, Inc.
Publication date: 01/01/2014
Pages: 208
Sales rank: 430,182
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.70(d)
Age Range: 9 - 12 Years

About the Author

William Durbin was born in Minneapolis and lives on Lake Vermillion at the edge of the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness in northeastern Minnesota. He and his wife, Barbara, have two grown children. A former teacher, Mr. Durbin has published biographies of Tiger Woods and Arnold Palmer, as well as several books for young readers, including The Broken Blade, Wintering, Song of Sampo Lake, and Blackwater Ben. The Broken Blade won the Great Lakes Book Award for Children’s Books and the Minnesota Book Award for Young Adult Fiction.

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El Lector

By William Durbin

Random House

William Durbin
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ISBN: 0385908881

Chapter One

Ybor City, Florida
March 1931

Chapter 1

The Paradise Tree

The paradise tree above Bella Lorente's head was as wide as it was tall, spreading its green canopy over the roof of the El Para'so cigar factory. Bella sat on the lawn below the open windows of the second-floor workroom and listened as her grandfather read to the workers who were rolling cigars. It was Saturday, and the March sun was warm. Grandfather's resonant voice carried out over the wind-rippled grass.
Behind the factory a dozen brightly colored kites flew over an open field. Bella heard her younger brother Pedro and his friends laughing as they unreeled their strings and steered their homemade kites higher. The larger kites, made out of red, green, and blue tissue paper, hung in perfect balance in the magical blue sky, their white tails swishing from side to side. The smaller kites, like Pedro's, made from plain brown paper, dipped and veered as they rode the gusty wind.
Bella turned her attention to Grandfather's reading. As El Para'so's lector, Roberto Garc'a sat on an elevated platform in the main workroom for four hours each day and entertained two hundred cigar rollers by reading news, literature, and politics. One of Ybor City's most respected lectores, Grandfather always wore a white suit coat, a white shirt with gold cuff links, a silktie, and dark pants.
Grandfather's performances were so popular that women from the neighborhood, many with babies in their arms, walked to the factory at midday and spread their blankets on the lawn to listen. Today, Bella and two dozen women sat quietly, their faces marked by leaf shadows and their eyes intent on the story of Don Quixote de La Mancha.
"What a gift Se-or Garc'a has," a young mother whispered to Bella. "It's not so much what he says as how he says it. So many lectores use microphones these days, but feel the fuerzo de grito-the strength of his voice! Every reading is like music."
Bella smiled. She'd heard Grandfather read the story of Quixote's quest before, but she never tired of the funny, sad tale. Grandfather was reading the famous passage where Quixote charges a windmill. Mistaking the blades for the arms of a giant, the nearsighted knight lowers his lance and spurs his horse forward. Grandfather's voice mirrored the pounding of the hooves, the creaking of the windmill arms; and Bella heard the cigar workers chuckle as the knight toppled from his saddle.
When Grandfather closed his book there was a moment of silence. Then one worker slapped his chaveta, his rounded cigar knife, on the wooden workbench. Soon two hundred blades were clapping down in appreciation and filling the factory hall with a dull thunder.
Bella left the picnic basket she'd prepared for Grandfather under the tree and hurried upstairs to the workroom. Grandfather stood and bowed to the cigar makers. A shock of silver hair fell onto his forehead, and the ends of his salt-and-pepper mustache turned up in the hint of a smile. When the noise of the chavetas faded and the workers pushed back their chairs for the lunch break, Grandfather put on his Panama hat and stepped down from his oak lectern.
"Good afternoon, Bella." Grandfather beamed. "Welcome to paradise."
"Calling this factory El Para'so doesn't make it paradise." Bella wrinkled her nose at the clouds of blue cigar smoke that filled the hall.
"So the smell of damp tobacco and cigars is not your idea of heaven?" Grandfather said.
A cigar maker tipped his hat to Grandfather as he walked past. "A fine reading, Se-or Garc'a," he said. The rollers were skilled craftsmen who regarded Grandfather as a fellow artist.
"Gracias." Grandfather nodded to the man.
Bella waved the smoke from her face. "I'm glad you don't smoke." Most workers smoked at their benches and took three cigars home each evening, but Grandfather never used tobacco.
"I need to protect my voice. But don't forget that cigar money fills your soup pot at home."
"Mama's job is doing laundry."
"And where do you suppose her customers dirty their clothes?" Grandfather motioned toward the rows of benches, their tops stained dark from tobacco leaves. Then he offered his arm to Bella. "Shall we dine on the lawn today, se-orita?"
As they stepped outside, Grandfather looked up at the clusters of tiny yellow blossoms on the paradise tree. "Now will you admit that we have entered paradise?"
"The flowers are beautiful," Bella said, admiring the delicate petals that swayed in the breeze and gave off a sweet perfume. Bella had played under the paradise tree from the time she was a little girl. Its broad crown of waxy, pink-veined leaves shaded the lawn and the factory windows in deep green.
Bella spread out a blanket while Grandfather held the picnic basket. "What treats do we have today?" He lifted a corner of the white cloth.
"Cold soup," Bella said, "and fresh bread from Ferlita's."
"You made gazpacho Andaluz!" Grandfather smiled as he sat down. "A feast fit for the gods."
Bella didn't care for the Spanish tomato soup, but it was Grandfather's favorite lunch. Though Bella was only thirteen, she'd been helping Mama with the housework and doing her part in caring for the four younger children since she was eleven. That was the year her papa, Domingo, had been killed on a tobacco-buying trip in Cuba. He and Grandfather had planned to start a cigar factory called Garc'a & Lorente. Papa had their life savings with him on the day he was robbed and murdered.
Grandfather broke off a piece of bread and sniffed the crust. Then he tasted the soup. "ADelicioso!" He touched his napkin to his lips. "This soup would make Pijuan jealous."
Bella smiled. Pijuan was the head chef at the Columbia, the finest restaurant in Ybor. Since Grandfather didn't cook, he often ate there.
"What's in the newspapers today?" she asked. Grandfather subscribed to La Gaceta and La Traduccion, as well as two English papers, which he translated into Spanish and read to the workers.
"The usual trouble. Riots in Madrid. Martial law declared in Lima. But local matters worry me most."
"You mean the Tobacco Workers International Union vote?"
"Yes," Grandfather said. "If the TWIU wins, the Anglo business owners are threatening to form a citizens' committee. That would give a free hand to the vigilantes who want to crush the cigar makers' union. And you know, the Ku Klux Klan will keep attacking the union and the Negroes."
"Could it get as bad as last year?"
"Let's hope not."

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El Lector 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
camcleod on LibraryThing 10 months ago
I liked El Lector better than the 3 star rating might suggest, mainly because it takes on labor issues and that is apparently a tough topic to write about for children without sounding too strident. Or too ambivalent. This book veered a bit toward the didactic before reining in. The character of Tia Lola was wonderful. There is such a tendency to characterize female workers during the Depression as downtrodden drudges in sunbonnets, but in fact, many of the younger ones were thoroughly modern with bobbed hair, lipstick, and a pretty darn insouciant attitude toward the opposite sex. Lola let the reader see what that might look like. It was refreshing to read a book set in Florida during the Great Depression, and Durbin did a wonderful job of explaining the culture of the tobacco workers and the practice of el lector. Like the main character, Bella, I want to be el lector!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I met Evan outside the house at night."Ok,"He said"let's go!"We walked down the streets.We finally reached a old shack.He brought me inside."Woah!!"I said.He turned me around and ripped my clothing off.I ripped off his.Then he took off my bra.He trailed over where my bra was moments before.I pulled his boxers down.He pulled my panties down.He layed me down.Then he slid himself into me.I screamed in pleasure.He slid even further.I screamed at the top of my lungs."Can you top it?" He asked,panting.I got on top of him a rubbed all over him."Wait,I might get pregnant."I said,stopping."We are 23"He replied.We got dressed and went to school.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book is amazing. It may seem boring at first but it gets a lot better
Anonymous More than 1 year ago