MYTH OF PTERYGIUM

In this novel, an aspiring poet with eyesight problems, a baby on the way, and a dark family legacy struggles in Mexico City.

At first, it seems as if the unnamed narrator has a perfectly benign, if annoying, eye condition. He is told that it’s pterygium (and likely caused by the ever growing pollution problem in Mexico City), given eye drops, and sent home. There, he faces his dwindling editing career, his ambitions to be a poet, and a very pregnant wife on maternity leave from her urban planning job. But just as his eye worsens, so does his financial condition, and the pressures of upcoming parenthood lead him to break a lifetime commitment to avoid his shameful family’s weapons-dealing business. He ends up asking his relatives for a job. And this is where a seemingly contained, small slice-of-life story about a frustrated poet and his pregnant wife unveils its hidden depths. The narrator—sometimes called Arthur due to his similarities to poet-turned–arms dealer Arthur Rimbaud—feels his eyesight diminishing and the walls closing in on him. (“The news on TV can best be described as the bastard child of current events and slasher films….The gunfire on the screen makes me wonder if my mother’s gun enterprise is feeding all this drug violence.”) He suffers the humiliation of asking a favor from his abrasive brother, going back to the abhorrent family enterprise, and becoming a part of a vicious, corrupt cycle of destruction that affects a decaying society. His other problems range from the worries of bringing a child into this collapsing world to the misfortunes of editing the prose of a terrible writer. This all builds up to a finale that is a skillful blend of the micro and the macro—the idiosyncrasies of one person’s life and the magnitude of a country’s future. The short novel offers succinct chapters—sometimes just a few lines—in which every word is not only meaningful, but also carefully chosen to smartly match its main character’s status as an editor, a lover of language, and a failed poet. And amid all of the devastation, Morrison manages to deftly weave threads of optimism into the bleak claustrophobia of his story.

A well-crafted tale of despair and hope.