Whenever I’m performing obsessive searches for tango-related books, I get really irritated when tango is used in the title, but the book has nothing even remotely to do with the dance or the music. I was relieved, then, when this one did. It’s rather trashy chick-lit, but the descriptions of dance and the dance world are interesting. Living in the NY area, one gets to experience the warm fuzzies of recognition when Palmer mentions gossip about classes at this studio, or milongas at that one. It’s a sherbert book — sweet, sticky, enjoyable, but not really filling.
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miss tango | 24-Jul-06 at 12:29 am | Permalink
There is a new book called The Tango Singer by Tomas Eloy Martinez. I bought it before my trip to Buenos Aires. Can’t wait to start reading it, but I am waiting to visit the barrio of San Telmo and sit in an old cafe there. Unfortunately El Britanico is now closed
Ruth | 24-Jul-06 at 9:35 am | Permalink
I just bought it, but haven’t had a chance to read it yet!