![]() He visits the homes of bereft, bewildered families, where photos of more vanished or murdered relatives appear as months pass. Goldman accompanies an intrepid journalist friend investigating the disappearances. Corruption and savagery have reached the Distrito Federal. The police investigation is incompetent, uninterested. In mid-2013, a dozen apparently innocent young people are abducted ("levitated") from an inner city nightclub ironically called Heavens. Then, halfway through, the book darkens with shocking abruptness. He threads its nearly-100,000 streets, eats at its restaurants specialising in protein-rich beetles and worms. In an account that's travelogue, memoir and social commentary, he evokes its police on rollerblades, fire-eaters at traffic lights, elderly men who never leave home without collar and tie. It's a delight and a solace to Goldman, in spite of its overflowing sewers, imminent earthquakes and summer thunderstorms "like cosmic sledgehammers". ![]()
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