The Feast of the Goat Mario Vargas Llosa It took several days and some hundred odd pages, for me to reach where the Caribbean crashed on the reefs. Once there, I couldn't leave. I time travelled to thirty five years back, and lingered around Ciudad Trujillo, Santo Domingo, San Christobal, around the mahagony and palm trees and along the the Malecon. Urania Cabral pulled me back to the present, time and again. The day the Goat- the Chief, the Generalissimo, the Benefactor , the Father of the New Nation, His Excellency - Dr. Rafael Leonidas Trujillo Molina was assassinated, I watched him walking along the beach, with his entourage walking behind at a respectable distance, waiting to be called for the honour of walking with him. I could see his piercing gaze that could unsettle anyone who came face to face. Yet, the ugliest and pathetic picture of the erstwhile dictator was revealed by Urania, only towards the end. The story unfolds through t...
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