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        <h1 class="reader-title">A Chronicle of Mexico City and Its
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        <div class="credits reader-credits">Rubén Gallo</div>
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                <p>Nonfiction</p>
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                        station in Mexico City, April 2020. Juan Villoro
                        offers some glimpses of the recent
                        transformations that have turned the city into a
                        much darker and less humane place."
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                    <figcaption><span><span>Credit...</span><span><span>Daniel
                            Berehulak for The New York Times</span></span></span></figcaption></figure>
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                    <li><time datetime="2021-05-04T17:28:40-04:00"><span>Published
                          April 6, 2021</span><span>Updated May 4, 2021</span></time></li>
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                  <p><strong>HORIZONTAL VERTIGO</strong><br>
                    <strong>A City Called Mexico</strong><br>
                    By Juan Villoro</p>
                  <p>Mexico City, a vast megalopolis of over 20 million,
                    founded 500 years ago and erected on what was once a
                    lake bed, is above all a place of contradictions: It
                    is home to some of the world’s richest billionaires
                    as well as to Indigenous migrants who live on the
                    streets; it is one of the most progressive capitals
                    in the Americas (same-sex marriage was legalized
                    over a decade ago and businesses are required by law
                    to display notices stating they do not discriminate
                    based on race, gender or handicap) and also a place
                    where, on average, five people are murdered every
                    day. It boasts more museums than Paris (over 150) as
                    well as tens of thousands of illiterate residents.</p>
                  <p>With its intensity and penchant for hyperbole, the
                    city has also attracted the attention of writers.
                    “Where the Air Is Clear” (1958), Carlos Fuentes’s
                    most ambitious novel, seeks to portray the myriad
                    social classes, professions and places that made the
                    capital into one of the most modern urban centers in
                    1950s Latin America. In the 1970s and ’80s, Carlos
                    Monsiváis explored the city’s marginal areas — from
                    sleazy gay bars to working-class cabarets — and
                    narrated the rise of a civic movement in the wake of
                    the 1985 earthquake.</p>
                  <p>Juan Villoro — an accomplished novelist and
                    journalist — has followed in their footsteps.
                    Villoro was born in 1956 and came of age in the
                    1970s, a dark decade marked by corruption, economic
                    crises and state violence against students and
                    social activists. In his 20s, he hosted a radio
                    program devoted to rock music and published
                    nonfiction in La Jornada, the country’s most
                    politically engaged newspaper. He attended concerts
                    by the Rolling Stones, joined a radical leftist
                    party and, when <a
href="https://www.nytimes.com/2021/05/04/world/americas/mexico-city-subway-accident.html"
                      title="">Mexico City</a> became the country’s 32nd
                    state, he was invited to participate in drafting the
                    city’s constitution.</p>
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                    <figcaption><span><span>Credit...</span><span>Victor
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                  <p>In “Horizontal Vertigo” Villoro recounts his
                    remarkable engagement with <a
href="https://www.nytimes.com/live/2021/05/04/world/mexico-train-metro-crash"
                      title="">Mexico City</a> in chapters devoted to a
                    wide array of topics: U.F.O.s (a taxi driver
                    eloquently explains the different shapes these
                    objects can take and details his encounters with
                    them); the subway (opened in 1969, it transports
                    over five million passengers per day, and functions
                    as a full-fledged underground city); the
                    rag-wielding <em>franeleros </em>who illegally
                    rent out street parking spaces and charge a few
                    pesos to “watch your car”; the church of Santo
                    Domingo, where an erudite, aging priest spent
                    decades denouncing political violence as he quoted
                    Giorgio Agamben and the Gospels in his sermons; the
                    2009 swine flu pandemic; and the 2017 earthquake,
                    which leveled dozens of buildings and left over 300
                    dead.</p>
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                  <p>Villoro recounts his adventures with a mix of irony
                    and empathy, with a sense of humor and a feeling for
                    the absurd. He is exquisitely attuned to the
                    capital’s contradictions and nuances, and he knows
                    how to listen to its inhabitants. There are deeply
                    moving moments in this book, such as the
                    recollection of a social justice activist who once
                    visited a woman in a shack: She asked him if he
                    wanted to wash his hands or have some tea. He said
                    he’d like both. “But I only have one cup of water,”
                    the woman answered.</p>
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                  <p>For those of us who have witnessed the evolution of
                    <a
href="https://www.nytimes.com/2021/05/04/world/americas/mexico-city-train-derailment.html"
                      title="">Mexico City</a> from what Monsiváis
                    described as a “postapocalyptic” megalopolis in the
                    1980s to the global city of the 2020s, Villoro’s
                    book is like a time machine. In its pages, the
                    reader revisits a place that is no longer there: an
                    urban center where the avenues were once jammed with
                    VW bugs; a city where the secretaries of government
                    officials would send an email, then phone the
                    recipient to make sure it had arrived; a place where
                    a visit to a city office could turn into a
                    Kafkaesque ordeal after an employee announced that
                    the matter required summoning <em>el encargado</em>,
                    the higher-up.</p>
                  <p>Despite his unwavering upbeat tone, Villoro offers
                    some glimpses of the recent transformations that
                    have turned the city into a much darker and less
                    humane place as the capital “became the hostage of
                    drug dealers, tribes of vendors, distributors of
                    pirated goods, the most speculative real estate
                    interests, and an economy that privileged
                    international franchises and augmented social
                    inequality.”</p>
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                  <p>One could add to this list the ravages produced by
                    the sudden embrace of screens, apps and social
                    media. In a city where every single person seems to
                    be staring at a phone, will Villoro be the last of
                    Mexico City’s chroniclers?</p>
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