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Deserted rural villages and municipalities, which are littered across the barren, lifeless desert, exist only in autonomous isolation. The land that these primarily agrarian communities farm is parched and infertile. Furthermore, the landscapes are rocky, dangerous and in a word, inhospitable. The weather is ruthless and can range from crop- destroying frost to suffocating heat in the space of a day. In the excommunicated pueblos, physical violence has superseded law and order. Crime, corruption and murder are the cultural norm. In this disturbingly realistic portrait of provincial Mexico painted by Rulfo, one must either kill or be killed. Born in , Rulfo experienced both against the backdrop of the bare, scorching, sandy plains of Jalisco, a large province in the west of Mexico. It was precisely this arid, imposing landscape that would come to characterise his literature years later. The main goal of the revolutionaries was to eliminate social hierarchies and create a more liberal Mexico. However, these idealist dreams were never realised.

Crime, corruption and murder are the cultural norm. In this disturbingly realistic portrait of provincial Mexico painted by Rulfo, one must either kill or be killed.

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Born in , Rulfo experienced both against the backdrop of the bare, scorching, sandy plains of Jalisco, a large province in the west of Mexico. It was precisely this arid, imposing landscape that would come to characterise his literature years later.

The main goal of the revolutionaries was to eliminate social hierarchies and create a more liberal Mexico. However, these idealist dreams were never realised. The land, healthcare, educational and social reforms that were promised by the new, post-revolutionary government were only ever established on a legislative level and were never actually brought into practice on the ground.

This was particularly evident in the pueblos, whose plights were subsequently ignored by the state. Thus began a mass exodus to the urban areas of Mexico, leaving the rural towns to rot in abandonment. The Catholic Church managed to mobilise vast numbers of peasant farmers from the countryside to take part in skirmishes and uprisings, many of whom would die as enemies of the state. Abuse, assault and murder have assumed the status of legal tender and are the sole regulating forces.

For the characters of the stories in El llano en llamas, violence and death are just another mundane constituent of life, no more nor less remarkable than the rising of the sun every morning and its setting each evening.

The Torrico brothers, who preside over the hillside village by means of force, frequently resort to violence in order to get what they want.

William Rowe, "Rulfo, El Llano en Llamas" (Book Review)

Whilst the narrator having only recently moved to the area seems taken aback by and fearful of the ferocity with which the elements batter the small town, the lifelong residents of Luvina do not even bat an eyelid. This is a cleverly-conceived metaphor which manages to convey how the inhabitants have grown used to the omnipresence of violent behaviour, regardless of whether it arrives by the hand of man or by the wrath of nature.

In many ways, in fact, and as Gordon concurs, the all-pervading hostility of the weather cycle seems to mimic the violent predisposition entrenched within the characters and their society.

As the three men set about their work, the narrator notices that the mule driver from whom they are stealing, who is seated a little distance away, has remained motionless since their arrival.

The 3 Wikipedia, Juan Rulfo [online]. As pointed out by Hill, the understated reaction of the narrator obviously indicates an inherent casualness surrounding the matter of death.

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This crude treatment of what is clearly a recently-deceased human being only serves to further highlight how violence and death have been disassociated from emotional reaction and ethical consideration. There is no hint of remorse in the Torrico brothers either. Even the narrator, who up until this point seemed a relatively virtuous man, has been sucked into the culture of violence.

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Es decir, coser costales. As Hill p. Inhospitable landscapes, mass exodus, infertile farmlands, and negligence on the part of the government are just some of the issues which relentlessly strip the characters of any glimmer of hope they may have and ruthlessly demolish it.

'Muchos Méxicos': widening the lens in Rulfo's cinematic texts

Both San Juan Luvina and La Cuesta de las Comadres stand, in their respective stories, as an embodiment of all of these issues and hence, as the archetypal pueblo of the post-revolutionary period. As Gordon p. Describing the geological 5 Diane E. Giacoman New York: L. Last week Aunt Jacinta died, and on Saturday, after we buried her and the sadness began to fade away, it started raining like crazy. This upset my father since the entire barley harvest was drying in the sun shed.

The downpour started suddenly, in great waves of water, giving us no time to stow even a handful; the only thing everyone who was at home at the time could do was to huddle under the shed and watch as the cold water fell from the sky and burned the yellow barley we had just harvested. The river started to rise three nights ago in the middle of the night. Even though I was fast asleep, the thunderous noise woke me up.

I jumped to my feet with the covers still in my hand, as though I thought the roof was caving in. Then I fell asleep again, because I realized it was only the sound of the river and because the sound lulled me to sleep.

When I got up, the morning sky was full of huge clouds and everything looked as if it had been raining nonstop.

The noise from the river was louder than ever and had drawn closer. You could smell it the way you can smell a fire, the rotten smell of roiling water.

It was quickly making its way into the house of the woman people call La Tambora. You could hear water splashing as it ran into the corral and as it exited through the gate in wide rivulets. My sister and I went back in the afternoon to see the cascade of water that is steadily growing thicker and darker and is already beyond the level where the bridge is supposed to be. We stayed there for hours and hours without getting bored with the whole thing.

So we climbed up the ravine where people were looking at the river and assessing the damage. To let herself be killed like that she had to be sleepwalking. Most of the time it was up to me to wake her when I opened the corral door to let her out. Something must have happened that kept her asleep. Maybe it happened that she woke up when she felt the heaviness of the water lapping at her flanks. Maybe that frightened her and she tried to go back, but when she turned around she was stuck and unable to move in that hard, black, mucky water.

Maybe she roared asking for help.

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