FONCHITO AND THE MOON

Fonchito, please get the moon for me.

Translated from Spanish, this tale by Vargas Llosa, the 2010 winner of the Nobel Prize in literature, follows a young boy’s chaste wish to kiss the cheek of his beautiful classmate, Nereida. When he finally gathers his courage to ask permission, Nereida informs him that she will allow it only if he fetches her the moon. Deflated, Fonchito despairs of ever fulfilling such a request. Despairs, that is, until the night he notices the reflection of the moon in a bucket full of water. So inspired, he at last presents such a moon to Nereida, who, after some contemplation of the moon in her possession, allows the prized peck. American adult audiences may find themselves a bit torn on a tale of a preadolescent so fixated. It is well worth noting, however, that every step of the way, Fonchito asks for permission, obeys Nereida’s dictates, and never presses his case. Even after he fulfills her request, it is Nereida who gives the final permission, casting this tale perhaps less as one of dedication and more about consent. The stylized curves within the art lend the book a sinuous continuity, while clever problem-solving proves to be far more effective than any ladder to the skies. Nereida and Fonchito both are light-skinned. (This book was reviewed digitally.)

Heavenly bodies are all well and good, but this tale of permission asked and granted is worth more than the moon.