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The New York Review of Books
February 17, 2018
In the spring of 2017, and all through the year, social media feeds in Venezuela were filled with images of deprivation and despair: long lines of people hoping to purchase food; women fighting over a stick of butter; mothers who could not find milk to buy; children picking through garbage in search ofÃâà...
The New York Review of Books
May 18, 2017
Yet another journalist has been murdered in Mexico. It was the usual pattern: Javier Valdez, fifty, wrote a drug story, revealed too much information, said something someone did not want said, and was killed at noon on a busy street near his place of work. Six other journalists, none of them quite asÃâà...
The New York Review of Books
November 30, 2016
From a distance he was monumental. The heroic profile and horizon-sweeping gaze were as inescapable as the memory of his triumph against a venal regime that was, with its brothels and casinos, whites-only golf clubs and beachfront hotels, utterly at the service of a Miami-based US mafia and the worstÃâà...
The New York Review of Books
April 20, 2016
One could swear that nothing has changed. The chaotic lines we travelers form in front of Cuba's stern immigration officers; their belligerent slowness; the noise and heat in the too-small room; the echoing shouts across the room from one olive-green-clad person to another (an argument or a conversationÃâà...
The New York Review of Books
August 19, 2015
At some point during the day of July 31, perhaps between the hours of two and three in the afternoon, in a peaceful middle-class neighborhood in Mexico City, five young people were murdered. They were Nadia Vera, age thirty-two, a cheerful radical activist who had moved from the southeastern state ofÃâà...
The New York Review of Books
November 6, 2014
There must be few instances of a head of state spending long hours listening to the poorest of the poor of his country's citizens, and then accepting their demands. But thanks in large part to the stubborn, combative parents of forty-three kidnapped teenage boys, this was at least one outcome of the horrificÃâà...
The New York Review of Books
October 20, 2011
I'm back in El Salvador for the first time in thirty years, and I don't recognize a thing. There are smooth highways from the airport up to San Salvador, the capital, and even at this late hour, along the stretch of dunes dividing the road from the Pacific Ocean, there are cheerful stands at which customers haveÃâà...
The New York Review of Books
April 13, 2010
Alma Guillermoprieto is a frequent contributor to The New York Review, often writing on Latin America. She is the author of Dancing with Cuba: A Memoir of the Revolution, among other books. (May 2016)Ãâà...
