Money to Burn

Leyendo "Plata quemada" uno recuerda que el español es mucho mas que lo enterrado en el cementerio de la RAE. Piglia se vale de la crónica policial, de la información periodística, de legajos judiciales y de testimonios para formar un puzzle en el que ofrece una visión polifónica de los hechos. Una imagen de gran verosimilitud en los excesos por la utilización de la jerga de los bajos fondos bonaerenses como vehículo de las emociones y pensamientos de los personajes. No es necesario conocer de antemano el significado de bulín, bacán, cana, chiche, yeta, pinotea, jetra, yoruga, chongo, bichar,...; el contexto define cada palabra "porque la policía y los malandras (pensaba Renzi) son los únicos que saben hacer de las palabras show more objetos vivos, agujas que se entierran en la carne y te destruyen el alma como un huevo que se parte en el filo de la sartén."(Siete, pag.168). La novela no explica nada porque la vida no tiene explicación, es la descripción de un sacrificio, desde el título, "porque sólo lo más valioso merece ser sacrificado y no hay nada más valioso entre nosotros que el dinero", (Siete, pag. 174). Es una novela dura, trágica, contada "con un lenguaje que sonaba hostil, como suele sonar el lenguaje cuando se lo usa para contar una derrota." (Epilogo, pag. 225). show less

Not what I was expecting. "Money to Burn" is not your typical Ricardo Piglia work. No charming, albeit aging, detective. Here we have a very detailed and graphic look at the criminals who carried out the now legendary 1965 Bank heist in Buenos Aires. Not a pretty picture by any means. Yet, Piglia's historically accurate and intensely personal re-creation is strangely fascinating. The sociopathic and brutal behavior becomes no more than the natural arc of these men's lives. We do not come to justify the horror but are led to a better understanding of it. Not a book for the squeamish or righteous but, for a reader who wants to see inside the extremes of violent personalities, a valuable read.

This noir thriller starts in Buenos Aires and is the fictionalized re-telling of a botched September 1965 armored car robbery. A gang of criminals led by two psychopathic homosexuals Dorda a.k.a. 'The Blonde Gaucho' and Franco 'Kid' Brignone hit the armored car right after it departs from a bank. Intent on killing everything in their path and taking the money these two along with their colleagues Malito and Crow Mereles are almost immediately running from the cops as almost at the same time their lookout Twisty Bazan is being arrested. After some hairy twists and turns they cross over the Rio Plate to Montevideo Uruguay where some weeks later they are tracked to their hideout in an apartment building and then surrounded by some 300 cops show more led by the very corrupt police commissioner Silva. In the meantime they've been stocking up on food, alcohol and lots and lots of drugs and weapons and trying to figure out how to get to NYC. They are trapped but their hideout in the middle of the city has great sightlines and a vicious and long and bloody battle takes place ending ultimately in the police winning at great cost but not before the criminals accomplish pretty much what the title describes. Piglia writes this one somewhat in the style of a journalist writing a newspaper story. It is nicely plotted and excellently imagined from the criminals standpoint. Fast moving but very tense and violent. From start to finish it reeks of menace and the two main characters of rebellion. Very entertaining for fans of noir thrillers. show less

An Elmore Leonard-style fast-paced crime thriller, also a meditation on 1965 society gone violent and grotesque, Money to Burn makes for one gripping, spellbinding, engrossing read – once I opened the book, I simply couldn’t put it down; I even continued reading while taking my afternoon walk, keeping to paths so as not to be hit by a car, and eyes still riveted to the page, kept on reading deep into the night.

Based on actual events, Argentine author Ricardo Piglia’s novel begins with an action-packed, multimillion dollar bank robbery and bloody getaway in Buenos Aires and ends in the legionary battle in Montevideo between the cocaine-fueled bandits and three hundred Uruguayan police. Never a dull moment – I had the feeling I show more was right there with the desperados, living through their blood-splattered, death dealing mayhem.

The life of each bandit is laid bare: drug-happy, trigger-happy Twisty Bazan, sex obsessed Crow Mereles, bossman Mad Malito with his phenomenal intelligence, a man who knew absolutely everything about motors, circuits, planning, scheming, controlling, a man who could assemble a bomb in minutes to send an entire police station up in smoke, and, lastly, two bandits so bonded together they consider themselves twins: little Kid Brignone and Blond Gaucho Dorda.

Skinny, pale, agile Brignone turned his back on his well-to-do family to embrace a life of violence and crime with all his heart; big, corpulent, slow moving Dorda is a psychotic killer and, according to his mother who saw him in action as a child, thoroughly evil; he hears women’s voices in his head and can go for weeks without speaking a word, and, oh yes, Dorda is obsessed with drugs. In addition to having occasional sex together, one of the many things Kid and Blonde Goucho share: they would both like nothing more than to see the entire Buenos Aires police force lined up against a firing squad.

Did I mention cocaine back there? The bank robbers imbibed the white powder before and during their bank hoist, machine gunning down with glee bank tellers, guards, police and pedestrians. And they didn’t take a break from cutting lines all through their getaway in a nifty, souped-up Chevrolet. Well, once they reached their first hideout, occasionally the boys did switch to drinking whiskey and popping speed and happy pills, but only very occasionally. Witnesses later remarked how young they all were.

Rumors float the police had their dirty blue hand in the robbery so as to get a cut of all those millions. And what part did politics play in the hoist? When occupying their last hideout, the apartment on the ninth floor in Montevideo, they're surrounded and the chief of police tells the robbers via a loudspeaker to hand themselves over. The Kid calls down, taunting, claiming they are Peronist activists, exiles fighting for the General’s return and have information they can use against Police Commissioner Silva. As perhaps expected, the Buenos Aires Commissioner himself is on the scene in Montevideo to make his presence felt. In the rich tradition of Latin American literature, Money to Burn is a very political novel.

No doubt the strong arm of politics manifests in Police Commissioner Silva. Among Silva’s first moves following the robbery was to round up sixteen-year-old Blanca Galeano, girlfriend of Crow Mereles, and beat her face to a bloody pulp in an attempt to extract information. A big burly man in his fifties, representing the state, torturing and defacing a sixteen-year-old girl. Part of the author’s running commentary on a society gone violent and grotesque.

One of the more intriguing aspects is how Mr. Piglia's story is encased in documents of one variety or another, that is, events are detailed and conversations relayed with the aside “as reported in the newspaper” or some such reference to other media coverage or official papers. In the short Epilogue, the fictional author (maybe Ricardo Piglia?) goes on to tell us he has utilized original sources in his account of what the characters say and do and documents have been employed to confirm the facts as they appear throughout the book. My own sense is the “facts” add to the vast imaginative landscape throughout every creatively constructed chapter.

Another telling example of the media’s influence: the trapped banditos watch on television as police take up various tactical positions, in the building opposite, up on the roof, down below on the street. Recall members of the Palestinian terrorist group at the 1972 Olympics admitted doing exactly the same thing: watching on television as soldiers with high power rifles climbed on the roof in order to catch them by surprise.

The siege by three hundred police equipped with tear gas, bombs and military-style rifles takes on epic proportions – much more than simple cops and robbers, spectators at the scene and millions of viewers glued to their television screens are witnessing a historic event, on the level of a decisive military operation. And, as if on cue, the three robbers (yes, only three in that apartment!) mount an effective counter-attack inflicting multiple casualties.

Some months after the siege, the narrator relates his conversation on a train to Bolivia with Blanca Galeano who served six months in jail for her association with the gang and was now fleeing from the authorities. She recounts the astonishing tale. The narrator takes it in: “I listened to her as if brought face to face with the Argentine version of a Greek tragedy. The heroes were determined to confront and resist the insurmountable, and chose death as their destiny.” show less

Piglia’s Artifical Respiration and The Absent City are intricate, demanding fictions that play off of crime and detective fiction, Argentine politics, Poe and Joyce, and the Argentine writers Roberto Arlt, J.L. Borges, Adolfo Bioy Cásares, & Macedonio Fernández. In the noir-suspense-thriller Money to Burn, a pay-roll heist and the ensuing manhunt culminate in a bloody siege at a Montevideo apartment block witnessed by Piglia’s alter-ego, the journalist Emilio Renzi. Between the lines is a commentary on the confounding intersection of criminals, urban guerillas, revolutionaries and violent nationalists that made Argentina such a dangerous (and interesting) place in the 1960s, and it turns out that Piglia is also good at portraying show more the imagined interior life of drug-addled, murderous sociopaths. show less

Apettative altissime, e questo mi ha un po' fregato. Se potessi, sarebbero tre stellette e mezzo.
Scritto molto bene, molto cinematografico: io le scene le ho viste praticamente tutte davanti ai miei occhi. Il fatto che poi sia abbastanza chiaro che è il frutto di uno studio e di una raccolta di materiale rende la lettura molto piacevole e in qualche modo fresca.
Però mi è mancato qualcosa. Cosa? Forse una qualche esplosione di sentimenti nei contronti dei personaggi? Non si parla dei personaggi, ma si fa un quadro di un certo tipo di realtà, e in questo mi è piaciuto rimanere un po' distaccata (e non sono una che stravede per empatizzare coi personaggi o che giudica un libro, oltre che dalla copertina, dalla quantità di lacrime show more versate), però c'è qualcosa che mi è mancato. Se mi verrà in mente, lo aggiungerò qui a (mia) futura memoria. show less

Intuimos que algo está mal en este robo, será la incómoda espera, serán los incómodos perpetradores con pasados de los que no queremos saber. Los temores se concretan a cada momento, todo va de mal en peor, hay muertos, muchos polis, socios que desaparecen sin más. Existe un menosprecio del Nene, el Cuervo y el Gaucho Dorda por aquello que normalmente se considera valioso, han tenido vidas difíciles, sí, pero ¿se justifica su maldad? Sin embargo, pondrán al lector en una posición compleja, pues de algún modo esperamos que salven la situación. Este es un libro de ritmo rápido de uno de los autores más importantes de la literatura argentina, Ricardo Piglia.