"Century of the Wind" by Eduardo Galeano is the third and last volume of the Memory of Fire trilogy, a riveting account of Latin American history. Galeano doesn't skip over difficult events but surprises readers by helping them feel the significance of every historical moment. He oversteps boundaries by breathing life into a “boring subject.” In the preface of “Century of the Wind,” he even states that the book does not conform to any literary form, such as a “narrative, essay, epic poem, chronicle, testimony,” claiming that “perhaps it belongs to all or to none.” This book has easily become one of my favourites, and I'm embarrassed to say that it was recommended by a university professor I often complained about.
Water droplets raced across the window as our plane accelerated into the winter night. Flickering outside, a lonely red light blinked against the silhouette of a wing. I couldn’t see the horizon nor the people working on the tarmac. It was in that moment, buckled in place, surrounded by sleeping passengers, suddenly aware of the new year, when I faced an old realization. No matter where I am, I cannot escape the feeling of time flying.
Elisa is a Vietnamese-Canadian writer and editor. Her work focuses on familial love, self-discovery, and immigrant experiences.