By Brando Skyhorse
Reminiscent of Luis Alberto Urrea and Dinaw Mengestu, The Madonnas of Echo Park is a superb and surely clean view of yankee life.
The Madonnas of Echo Park is either a grand mural of a l. a. local and an intimate glimpse into the lives of the boys and ladies who fight to lose their ethnic id within the pursuit of the yankee dream. each one bankruptcy summons a distinct voice—poetic, fierce, comedian. We meet Hector, an afternoon laborer who trolls the streets for paintings and witnesses a homicide that pits his morality opposed to his unlawful prestige; his ex-wife Felicia, who narrowly survives a taking pictures and lands a cleansing activity in a Hollywood Hills apartment as desolate as its proprietor; and younger Aurora, who trips via her now gentrified youth local to find her personal background and her position within the land that every one Mexican-Americans dream of, “the land that belongs to us again.”
Reminiscent of Luis Alberto Urrea and Dinaw Mengestu, The Madonnas of Echo Park is a superb and surely clean view of yankee existence.
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