The Motorcycle Diaries (Spanish: Diarios de Motocicleta) is a memoir that traces the early travels of Marxist revolutionary Ernesto "Che" Guevara, then a. Start by marking “The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey” as Want to Read: The young Che Guevara’s lively and highly entertaining travel diary, now a popular movie and a New York Times bestseller. See all 6 questions about The Motorcycle Diaries. Editorial Reviews. From Publishers Weekly. Argentine revolutionary Ernesto " Che" Guevara The New York Times best-selling book of the popular movie STARRING GAEL GARCIA BERNAL. The young Che Guevara's lively and highly .
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The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey [Ernesto Che The book of the popular movie STARRING GAEL GARCIA BERNAL NOW A NEW. Book Review: The Motorcycle Diaries by Ernesto “Che” Guevara. "Travelling changes us in a way or another. Sometimes we are aware of that. New Man, in The Motorcycle Diaries we see the formative man. It redoubles his image about this book is that Che Guevara is never a bore. It satisfies both as.
The Motorcycle Diaries is a journey in both senses of the word.
It is an arduous, event-filled travelogue from Argentina across South America and ultimately to Miami. It is also the mental journey of a young man learning about poverty, politics and philosophy on his way to becoming a Marxist revolutionary.
But what The Motorcycle Diaries is, at heart, is a tale of boozy, laddish fun. As Guevara says in his opening chapter: But there is derring-do, of the rawest kind.
They are barely off on the first leg of their journey when they are offered a shed to sleep in for the night and warned that a puma is active in the vicinity.
They appear to cause chaos wherever they go, quite literally doing the dirty albeit often unintentionally on those who try to help.
Put up by some Germans for the night, Guevara has a bad stomach upset.
He writes:. It is in cases like this, when a doctor knows he is powerless in such circumstances, that he longs for change; a change which would prevent the injustice of a system in which until a month ago this poor old woman had had to earn her living as a waitress, wheezing and panting but facing life with dignity … it is then, for people whose horizons never reach beyond tomorrow, that we see the profound tragedy which circumscribes the life of the proletariat the world over.
Shelves: true-accounts I have always been intrigued by this charismatic, utterly good-looking, athletic man who was instrumental to the toppling of the Cuban government, and who is now largely forgotten, remembered only as a mythological figure in legends about faraway lands.
Suddenly this May, I chanced upon a biography of his in a book fair and grabbed it. I knew he was some kind of revolutionary.
But nothing had prepared me for what was to come. The biography tormented me f I have always been intrigued by this charismatic, utterly good-looking, athletic man who was instrumental to the toppling of the Cuban government, and who is now largely forgotten, remembered only as a mythological figure in legends about faraway lands.
The biography tormented me for weeks on end, and I spent days thinking about him. It was traumatic for me. But I was not prepared to meet a man so deeply committed to the cause, without bothering which country he was fighting for.
It was enigmatic for me how Guevara, born into an affluent family, immensely good-looking, lively, easy-going, friendly and with a prosperous future earmarked for him, would later become one of the most determined, daring and charismatic guerilla leaders.
Here was a compassionate man not only outraged by political, social and economic injustice, but also one who transcended nationalistic barriers, the roots of which were, undoubtedly, sown in his travels through Latin America.
An Argentine who fought for Cuba, and then, instead of resting on his laurels for the rest of his life, went off to fight in Congo, coming to his end in yet another warfare in Bolivia. I did not find it particularly useful in any way.
It did not entertain too well. In that sense, I was disappointed. But then, it was about Guevara, and I eagerly lapped up every little detail I could, like a star-struck fan clamoring for every single gossip about her favorite celebrity.
What I clearly liked about the diary is that it was humorous and light-hearted in tone, but not flippant.