How do you write a city? How, with a pen, do you delve into the consciousness of a people? How, with mere words do you portray a society, its streets and parks, its political chaos, its passions and, yes, the soul of its literature and its music? But, of course, I should not leave out the tango, the very spirit of the city. How, especially, if that city is Buenos Aires? A city that overflows with all of those things. And who would dare to try, knowing that Jorge Luís Borges had already been there?
Tomás Eloy Martínez has taken on this task admirably. In his story, a young American graduate student, Bruno Cadogan, who is writing a thesis on Borges and the tango, is lured to BA by the rumour of a voice, a tango singer who went by the pseudonym of Julio Martel, . . . and of whom it was said, although there are no recordings, that, “He’s better than Gardel.” (Words which, if spoken in BA and not in New York, would inspire a charge of heresy.)
Thus, Eloy Martínez has set up the reader for a mysterious, joyous excursion through the ‘labyrinths’ of BA. An excursion that takes us throughout the city, into the setting of Borges’s ‘The Aleph’, into the time of Péron, the era of the military dictatorship, the protests in the streets. We are guided through various moments of BA history, both minor and major. Mostly, we wander the streets of BA with no apparent plan, only to find ourselves at the heart of the city.
As well, we are guided through the music of the tango, the old tango of which Borges wrote. The tangos lost in the houses of ill-repute of the past, often heard only by immigrant dock workers and sailors passing through.
I must admit that I had a bias towards this book. Buenos Aires is a city that sits at my core. I once had the pleasure of spending five weeks there, mostly wandering. I walked numerous kilometres each day, rain or shine. I rode the buses and the “Subte”, always popping up into the sunlight totally disoriented by that sun shining brightly in the northern hemisphere. I discovered a city of rich and poor, modern and antique. I spoke to people who sympathized with the poor indigenous people and others who claimed Argentina as a “European” country and longed for the days of the dictatorship when those people would be kept off the streets. Somehow, Tomás Eloy Martínez has evoked this many-faceted city with all of its beauty and all of its warts.
There is a story to The Tango Singer, a charming story. But I will not go into it here. The story is there to put the city of Buenos Aires on display. It does so wonderfully. A book for all who know and love, or would know and love, this most vibrant of cities. If you are one of those people, do read The Tango Singer.