She must have just finished reading this Adolfo Bioy Casares snapper. Her expression certainly captures my reaction. Here you go with my write-up:
MARGARITA OR THE POWER OF PHARMACEUTICALS
Family Tensions: The narrator of this tale (let's call him Juan) begins by informing us his son (let's call him Pablo) is a family man, a husband with wife and four children, the oldest child an eleven-year old son and the youngest, a two-year old little girl, Margarita.
At one point in the recent past Juan is reproached by Pablo who tells him directly that he, his father, always had everything in life go too smoothly and success come too easily.
Juan is concerned, sensing resentment in Pablo's words. Sidebar: Although I have never been reproached in this way by anybody in my family (accusing me of having too smooth a life and success come too easily – you must be joking!), as a grandfather myself, I can empathize with Juan, since as a father and grandfather, Juan wants nothing more than to live in harmony with his family.
Many Faces of Success, One: At one point Juan broaches the topic with his daughter-in-law, admitting there is something repellent about success, especially the kind of rousing success he himself has experienced.
His daughter-in-law (let's call her Maria), in turn, answers by asserting success is perfectly natural; success is the natural result of work well done. Juan replies by noting that a person's success always involves a degree of vanity as well as vulgarity. No, no, Maria says, it is not success but the desire for success that has an element of vanity and vulgarity. Maria goes on to assert that condemning success appears excessively romantic.
It sounds to me like his daughter-in-law is a sensible woman; she certainly isn’t resentful of her father-in-law’s success. But then again, the resentment of a less than successful son for an overachieving success-driven father is all too common, most notably fathers who are the pinnacle of success in the eyes of society - company executives, lawyers, doctors come immediately to mind.
Many Faces of Success, Two: Juan remains unconvinced. Why does he feel guilty? Juan reflects back on his life: all the chemistry books and years of arduous study, all the long days and late nights in the pharmaceutical laboratory. He raised a family, owns his own house and has always earned a good income. True, he must admit, a number of his formulas resulted in common balms and ointments sold at corner drugstores, but then again, he came up with something really helpful: Iron Plus.
Again, I can appreciate Juan’s mixed feelings about his success. I remember speaking with a company chemist in the food industry years ago who told me the crowning achievement of his twenty-five year career with the company was developing a bestselling cream puff. A cream puff! Now, that’s something worthy of years of professional devotion! Goodness.
Poor Margarita: Daughter-in-law Maria is concerned for daughter Margarita’s health since Margarita has very little appetite for food. Maria turns to her father-in-law. Juan’s heart goes out to his beautiful little granddaughter, poor Margarita with her blue eyes and golden hair, so pale she looks very much like those nineteenth century engravings of little girls who, tragedy of tragedies, joined the angels at a tender age.
The Hero: Grandpa to the rescue! Now Juan has the most serious motivation in his career - to develop a formula to restore health to the little granddaughter he loves with all his heart. His efforts pay off – he comes up with a formula he is sure will do the trick.
I can imagine the proud grandpa. Happy day!
Turnings: Ah, Success! Four daily spoonfuls was all little Margarita needed. In a few weeks his granddaughter is brimming over with radiant good health.
Well, actually, more than just health - a somewhat disturbing voracious appetite. Margarita demands food as if there is no tomorrow and if her mom and dad do not immediately meet her demands, she attacks with fury.
What? Yes, you read that correctly – little Margarita goes on the attack.
Guilty: Here’s the story’s ending in Adolfo Bioy Casares' own words:
“This morning at breakfast time, in the dining room, a spectacle awaited me that I won’t forget easily. In the center of the table sat the little girl with a croissant in each hand. I thought I noticed on her blonde doll cheeks a coloration that was too red. She was smeared with jam and blood. The bodies – or remains, rather – of the family rested against one another with their heads together, in a corner of the room. My son, still alive, found the strength to pronounce his last words: 'It’s not Margarita’s fault.' He said this in the same reproachful tone that he always used with me.”
Adolfo Bioy Casares of Argentina
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