"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.
I’ve been on a journey of accepting my short-comings, especially regarding what I don’t know, and it’s making me more brave. I was under the impression that if I didn’t grasp all the nuances of a topic, if I didn’t express every possible argument and rebuttal to display that yes—I had considered all sides of the story—then I had no right to speak. And while it’s important to be critical and well-informed, which I will always strive to be, I am learning that my standards are both unrealistic and harmful, specifically for spaces like a personal blog where, I think, it’s well-established that these are my opinions.
Elisa is a Vietnamese-Canadian writer and editor. Her work focuses on familial love, self-discovery, and immigrant experiences.