The Acrobats by Silvina Ocampo

 


Too cruel!

So those critics in her home country of Argentina proclaimed back in the days when Silvina Ocampo published her short fiction.

Speaking of cruel, writing a review for this blistering three-pager underscores just how brutal Silvina could be on her characters. Spoiler Alert: I recount the entire tale, beginning to end.

THE ACROBATS
"They lived in dark, chilly corridors where drafts of air blew in from the plant-filled courtyards. They had the souls of acrobats, playing under the archways of the building's chain of courtyards."

The narrator could be talking about the two kids in the foreground of the above photo. Clodomira, their mom, is a deaf woman who does the ironing for the neighbors. She calls her sons Cipriano and Valerio, both of whom have grown more and more distant from her. The boys devise secret plans that come from a storybook about acrobats, a book they were given by the owners of the house.

"Cipriano leapt though the arches like a galloping white horse, and Valerio sometimes balanced on a broken chair and carefully concealed his fondness for dolls." We can appreciate the kids' acrobatics but the one boy, so much like a girl, having a fondness for dolls - very odd. But Valerio didn't realize being a boy and hugging a doll was a no-no until he was laughed at by five girls. With tears in his eyes, Valerio threw away the doll. Shame, shame. No more dolls for Valerio, ever.

Meanwhile, mom continues to do the laundry as she attempts to figure out what her two acrobatic sons are up to. She fails to discover anything specific but she sure admires how they both are experimenting on imaginary trapezes.

One day Cipriano goes to the circus with his mother. Feeling the vertigo of being up high that he'd once felt on the rooftop, Cipriano rushes into the circus arena: he gallops like a horse, does somersaults, hangs from a trapeze, starts acting like a clown. The audience breaks out in wild applause.

Mom calls out "Cipriano, Cipriano!" thinking she's lost her son forever. But just then an usher walks the boy back to her side. Although furious initially, mom's rage quickly turns into admiration since, after all, such astonishing acrobatics.

From that day forward, Cipriano lived to return to the circus. Not to be outdone, Valerio also lived for Cipriano to return to the circus. Thus Valerio experienced joy in all things through Cipriano - with the exception, of course, of his odd fondness for dolls.

Up to this point we're right there, sharing Cipriano and Valerio's excitement and joy for acrobatics and the circus. Who would expect Silvina Ocampo to end her story the way she does? I certainly was not prepared. Here's the concluding paragraph in its entirety:

"One afternoon they no longer felt the chilly draft on their bare arms. Standing on a window ledge on the third floor, they took a glorious leap, and, holding each other in a farewell embrace, they fell, crashing on the tile of the courtyard. Ironing in the side room, Clodomira, saw the marvelous act and felt, with a smile, that from all the windows came millions of shouts and claps, but she kept on ironing. She recalled her initial anxiety at the circus. Now she was used to such things."

Now that's cruelty squared! Not only to have two beautiful young boys leap to their death but to have their mother take it all in stride and continue ironing as if all those imagined cheers and her stack of neatly folded laundry are infinitely more important, the things in life that truly count. Oh, Silvina!


Silvina Ocampo, 1903-1993

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