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Tropico

Marcela Huerta

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this does not belong to you

it belongs to me

I made it square

and you are round

 

 


 

Marcela Huerta’s debut collection of poetry tackles grief, memory, and the experiences of a second-generation immigrant. The daughter of political refugees from Chile, Huerta shares memories of her recently departed father, who becomes a symbol for Chilean culture and leftist resistance after his passing. Through the intimate detailing of everyday occurrences, Tropico reveals how intergenerational trauma disrupts childhood and lays bare the lived effects of American imperialism.

Marcela Huerta was born in Victoria, BC. She was raised speaking Spanish, and grew up in subsidized housing with her sister and mother. Both of her parents were political refugees displaced by the 1973 Chilean coup who met and married in Winnipeg in the late ‘70s. She attended Emily Carr University, where she graduated with a Bachelor’s of Design, and was shortlisted for several design awards, including the 2011 Applied Arts Redesign, the 2014 Gestalten Creative Pool Spotlight, and the 2014 Hiiibrand Awards. After working as a design intern at the Satellite Gallery and Museum of Anthropology, she held positions as a Junior and Mid-Level Designer at Working Format and Free Agency Creative, respectively. She then moved to Montreal, QC, where she worked with graphic novel publishing house Drawn & Quarterly, first at their flagship store, then at their headquarters as a Production Assistant and Assistant Editor with their Editorial Department. She now works as a freelance graphic designer and author, and is based in Montreal. This is her first book.

First edition, first printing
72 pages
Perfect-bound
Cover art | Sidney Masuga
Editor | Jay Ritchie
ISBN: 978-1-988355-07-8


 

 

“Marcela Huerta sifts through crumpled photos, family stories, and the past—both remembered and imagined—that tethers her to another place, scented by terror and sorrow. In these beautifully observed poems, the mundane and the cataclysmic tumble together, burnishing a daughter’s grief. With exquisite tenderness, Huerta writes her father back into being.” 

– Kathleen Oliver, author of Swollen Tongues

 

“Huerta clearly describes the ambivalent love one can have for a father, the back and forth between being proud of a parent but having to protect yourself from them, between being at once always too close and always too far. Huerta’s words never try to reconcile this attraction and repulsion. Instead, they let them both exist in the complexity of grief, like blunt and rational facts, creating a vibrant homage to her father.”

– Julie Delporte, author of Journal and Everywhere Antennas

 


 

 

Press + Reviews + Interviews + Excerpts

 

 

“In Marcela Huerta’s debut poetry collection, she digs to the roots of her family tree, unearthing grief, memory, and the experiences as a second-generation immigrant.”

– Books of the Week via Largehearted Boy

 

“Passionate and gut-wrenching.”

– Fall Book Preview via Cult MTL

 

FALL 2017 BOOKS BY POETS OF COLOR

 

“The game I buy is called Tropico. In it you are the jefe of a tropical island, and the tropical island is Cuba, though of course the game doesn’t say that. I learn to play the theme song on the accordion. I always play it for you when you come over and mami tells you how nice it is they make video games for little socialistas como tú y yo.”

– From Tropico via Lemon Hound