
An ambitious, panoptic novel about exile as both condition and state of being by a major young Cuban writer
The characters in False War are ambivalent castaways living lives of deep estrangement from their home country, stranded in an existential no-man's land. Some of them want to leave and can't, others do leave but never quite get anywhere. In this multivoiced novel, employing a dazzling range of narrative styles from noir to autofiction, Carlos Manuel Álvarez brings together the stories of many people from all walks of life through a series of interconnected daisy chains. From Havana to Mexico City to Miami, from New York to Paris to Berlin, whether toiling in a barber shop, roaring in Yankee Stadium, lost in the Louvre, intensely competing in a chess hall in Cuba, plotting a theft, or on a junket for émigré dissidents in Berlin, these characters learn that while they may seem to be on the move, in reality they are paralyzed, immersed in a fake war waged with little real passion. The fractured narrative, filled with extraordinary portraits of ordinary people, reflects the disintegration that comes from being uprooted. At the same time it is full of tenderness, moments of joy and profound release. False War confirms Carlos Manuel Álvarez as one of the indispensable voices of his generation in Latin American letters."Cuban writer Álvarez (The Fallen) constructs a mesmerizing novel out of vignettes featuring characters who left Castro's Cuba only to experience more dispossession and indignity."--Publishers Weekly, starred review
"Carlos Manuel Álvarez's second novel is a hugely rewarding, polyphonic narrative of migration from Cuba. Through its characters' rich and eccentric interior worlds, it gives articulation to people whose lives are often reduced to stereotypes and offers a new vision of migration...False War is a rich and capacious novel that has much to say about our contemporary moment."--Arin Keeble, The Guardian "No matter how fractured you feel, no matter if you're standing in the Louvre while your mind is in Havana, no matter if you're stuck in Havana and dreaming of Berlin--your body is whole. Your body moves, it holds you, and it is whole. False War is written with this same sense of containing the uncontainable, for perhaps the only space beyond the human body that can bear so many fractures is the book, which exists to cohere--even if just temporarily--the infinite fragments of our indeterminate, unsettled reality. Brave, inconsolable book."--Xiao Yue Shan, Asymptote "What happens when exile becomes style, and style becomes a kind of home? False War is that question asked with tenderness, fury, and precision."--Carlos Fonseca, author of Austral "The dissidents, migrants, and exiles of False War travel the world in search of some kind of refuge, but the cities they arrive in are places of purgatory, allegorical waystations of the permanently displaced, where everyone is an outsider, caught between landfalls, hurrying nowhere: 'Brightness inside, darkness outside--until we crash.' This is a timeless and urgent work, in turns lyrical, hardboiled, tender, fragmented. It maps a way forward for the twenty-first century novel."--Jeet Thayil, author of Names of the Women