Just a few more thoughts about Santa Evita (the person, not the book), and then I promise I'll move on.
Actually, first I have a comment about the book. I just pulled The Peron Novel off my shelf, also by Tomas Eloy Martinez, and started reading it. Initially it appears to be a more conventional novel than Santa Evita. But early on, a journalist assigned to write about Peron in his later years says: "The truth is beyond reach: it's buried somewhere in all the lies--like God." Guess Martinez started thinking about the blurred lines between fact and fiction quite early.
Last week I had dinner with friends, one of whom recently spent some time in Argentina (this is not the only friend I have who's been to Argentina--why do all these people get to go to Argentina and not me??). He was kind enough to pick up a few tchotkes for me from the Evita Peron Museum.
Bookmarks. Just think--I can always have Evita watching me from the books I'm reading.
A fridge magnet. We all agreed she looks a bit like Kate Winslet. That set me to wondering if the movie Evita would have been worthwhile if Kate Winslet had the lead role rather than Madonna, who, in my mind, butchered it.
Another bookmark--but how creepy is that! I might tape it on my face for Halloween. Then I'd have Eva Peron eyes.
And the piece de resistance:
Evita tape! Like crime scene tape! Obviously I would only use this for very, very special taping needs. In the meantime, it's watching me from the desk where I work. Evita's got her eyes on me.
I was stash-diving through my yarn this weekend, looking for something to go along with this pattern for a Twitter knit-along that starts this week, when I found something I'd forgotten I owned:
Schaefer Laurel cotton yarn, colorway: Eva Peron.