Few novelists have managed to create a successful short novel- some that instantly spring to mind are Turgenev (Father and Sons, Rudin), Juan Rulfo (Pedro Paramo), Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse Fiftyfive Five ), even Flaubert (Madame Bovary) and perhaps a few more complete the list.
Villa? Obregon? Carranza? Who do I care? I love the Revolution like I love the volcano that’s erupting! The volcano because it is a volcano; the Revolution because it’s the Revolution!… But the stones left above or below after the cataclysm? What are they to me?
“Why do you keep on fighting, Demetrio?”
Demetrio, frowning deeply, absentmindedly picks up a small stone and throws it to the bottom
of the canyon. He stares pensively over the precipice and says:
“Look at the stone, how it keeps going…”
The stone falling into a bottomless precipice is allegorical about the fate of the Mexican Revolution itself.