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Musical Accompaniment

Check out a playlist on Spotify put together by author Ann Dávila Cardinal of Puerto Rican music. 

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A The Storyteller’s Death-themed engagement prize featuring: A Storyworth Memoir, A Taste of Puerto Rico Adagio Tea, Bohiti Tarot Deck, “Patria” print by Lena del Sol, and a signed copy of The Storyteller’s Death!  

Interview with Author

The Big Library Read staff interviewed the author of the book "The Storyteller's Death" Ann Dávila Cardinal. This is what they asked and the answers to those questions. 

What inspired The Storyteller’s Death? How do you begin a new story?

Years ago, I had a conversation with two writer friends where we were discussing how different cultures treat their old people. I told them about how in Puerto Rico, the elderly family members are often right in the house. I said, “There was always some old woman dying in the back room when I was a kid.” One of my companions yelled, “That’s it! That’s the beginning of a story!” I’m grateful for her insight as otherwise the whole story might have passed me by. I started it as a short story for my first MFA workshop, and it grew over the two years in the program. I worked on it for seventeen years, all told, but that was where it began. My stories tend to start in very similar ways, sparks that flare and either catch or fizzle out. Little did I know, this story was a looong burning candle.

Like Isla, you spent your childhood summers in Puerto Rico. How do your experiences compare with hers?

Though they differ in specifics, my experiences are at the heart of Isla’s. My father died when I was eight, and my mother started shipping me off to her family in Puerto Rico for the summers while her drinking worsened. It was a very painful time but also beautiful, as it allowed me to dig some roots in that fertile soil. I credit my Puerto Rican family for saving my life. They taught me that adults could take care of things. At home, I did the laundry, the shopping, hid the car keys. When I was in Puerto Rico, I could be a child, though in many ways, that ship had sailed. As a result of my circumstances (and genes, let’s be honest), I was a strange and somewhat feral kid, a sinvergüenza, as my great-aunt used to call me, or one without shame. It was those summers that bonded me so strongly with that side, with that part of my blood. In Puerto Rico, those who are born there are said to have “la mancha,” the mark of the island, on them. Though it might not be visible, I like to think that I have something of la mancha on the inside, riding through my veins on tiny rafts alongside the platelets and anti-anxiety meds

Who were your favorite storytellers growing up, either in your family or in print? How did they shape your own storytelling?

So many members of my family can tell a story. In fact, all of the cuentistas’ stories in the book are based on Dávila family tales, but I grew up hearing mostly my mother’s. They were rich and dramatic, filled with slashing storms and vengeful shootings. Later, I found out that many of those she told weren’t exactly true. My mother had already passed on, and I was hurt and angry, feeling as though I’d been lied to. But then my cousin José Luis said, “Why does that bother you, Prima? Isn’t our family as defined by the stories that aren’t true as by the ones that are?” He changed my thinking about the role of storytelling in a family, that memory is a movable feast and there is more meaning in the telling of the stories themselves than the “truth” behind them.

As for in print, I was always an avid reader and was particularly drawn to magical realism and horror. Magical realism because so much of Latin culture seems infused with magic. No one questions the existence of ghosts, for instance. And I think I’ve always been drawn to horror because it made me feel better about my own difficult life, because though it might have sucked, at least there weren’t zombies

Puerto Rico comes alive throughout the story, and there are subtle signs that the times are changing. What do you feel the biggest changes have been in Puerto Rico in your lifetime?

First, I’m so glad I was able to bring some aspect of the island of my heart alive, thank you. But since I don’t live on the island year-round, I hesitate to speak as an expert of any kind. That’s why I set the book in the era when I spent the most time there: the 1970s. In part because I knew it best but also because it was a fascinating time in Bayamón and on the island. My older siblings had grown up with the family property surrounded by mostly farmland. They talked about chickens and pigs running around the property, miles of farmland, our tíos riding around on horseback. But in the seventies, all that started to change. It was interesting to see how much from summer to summer— interesting and difficult since not all changes were good. But one thing remains a constant: family is always first, and Puerto Rico survives hurricanes, earthquakes, political unrest, and a pandemic, sometimes all in a row! I am proud of that heritage of resilience.

How does Isla’s lack of physical wealth prevent her from seeing the privileges her family holds? Do you see a difference between privilege and personal circumstances?

This is something I’ve been examining my entire adult life. Like Isla’s mother, mine made the choice to support herself, my brother, and me—the only ones still living at home after our father died—with no help from her family. It made for lean times, but we always had a roof over our heads, food in the cupboard, and clothes on our back. But this was because generations of her family had worked hard and built resources, putting the strongest emphasis on education, and had sent my mother to Columbia, where she studied architecture. So even though we lived simply, we benefited from the privilege of her family through the foundation of her education. During the summers I spent on the island, however, there were servants and swimming pools and dinners out, and as a kid, I felt as though we were the poor relations. With adulthood, I realized that wealth was entirely subjective, and though we lived differently, I grew up with a tremendous amount of privilege. It was such a revelation that it pretty much had to be a theme in the novel.

Maria is an important ally for Isla in the Sanchez family. How does each generation change the course of a family’s history?

We’re in such a time of change these days, and I’m grateful to be around to see it. I was raised differently in New York and New Jersey, and when I was on the island, I encountered shock about everything from wearing flip-flops off the beach to tattoos to living with a boyfriend before marriage. But that was from the older generations. With my cousins? I could talk about anything. As our generations and the ones after us have come into power, some of the old ways of thinking are falling away, like scales from the societal eye. I have tremendous hope for Gen Z. They are not as constrained by binaries and outdated traditions as we were, as my mother was. Each generation finds a way to honor those who have come before but also allow the family to evolve.

In many different ways throughout the book, love paves the way for learning and greater understanding. How do you view the relationship between love and curiosity?

Love has always inspired me to look closer, deeper, to explore. And it keeps things new and interesting. The only way to learn is to ask questions and listen more. This book was inspired by my love and gratitude to the Puerto Rican side of my family, and sometimes you must look into the dark corners to bring out the textures and patterns that make life interesting and bring greater understanding. The friendship with José was based on a real incident with a boy when I was a child. The realization that a family member who was so very dear to me was a racist was almost unbearable for years. But love sometimes requires discord to reach understanding. I think this book is, in many ways, the way I came to terms with that.

What books are on your bedside table right now?

What, you mean the teetering stack that’s so big it might fall over and kill me in my sleep? Right now, I’m savoring Zoraida Córdova’s novel The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina. I love her work, and this book feels like…family. I don’t want it to end. I just finished Tender Is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica (translated from the Spanish edition). This dystopian/horror novel is very dark and not for the faint of heart, but it was one of the most thought-provoking books I’ve read in a long time. And finally, I’m relishing the essays in Kei Miller’s Things I Have Withheld. His stunning “The Old Black Woman Who Sat in the Corner” captures the heart of what I hope The Storyteller’s Death brings forth—the stories we dare not tell and the beauty of the women at the heart of them.

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"Food and drink are essential to the spirit of The Storyteller’s Death. Author Ann Dávila Cardinal shares some of her personal cocktail and snack recipes. Enjoy them while meeting with your book club!"

This is my great-aunt Concha’s recipe for guava cake. It is rich and buttery with the sweet tropical taste of guava, making it pretty much irresistible. I think I ate five pieces the first time I had it, which I do not advise!

  • ½ (12-ounce). can guava paste
  • 2 cups sugar
  • 4 eggs
  • ½ pound butter (melted)
  • 4 cups flour, sifted
  • 2 tablespoons baking powder
  • ¼ teaspoon salt

Preheat the oven to 325°F. Grease a 9 x 13-inch baking pan.

Slice thin pieces of guava paste and set aside.

Mix together the sugar, eggs, and butter (cooled) for one minute. Sift the flour, baking powder, and salt together. Add the flour mixture in three stages, only mixing until combined evenly.

Pour half of the batter (will be thick like bread dough) in the bottom of the pan and spread evenly. Arrange half of the guava slices on top of the batter with pieces arranged evenly. Then spread the remainder of the batter (carefully) over the top, and arrange remaining guava slices as a finisher (these will sink into the cake as it bakes).

Bake for 35 to 45 minutes. Let cool, then cut into small squares (the guava paste gets wicked hot, so be careful). Serve with a nice café con leche or beverage of choice.

This is my son’s recipe for piononos, stuffed plantain cups with a Puerto Rican twist. The perfect combination of savory and starchy, they are ideal finger foods for book club gatherings and are sure to evoke rustling palms, coqui song, and the smell of Tia Lourdes’s kitchen

Plantain Cup:

  • 6 plantains
  • 2 eggs, beaten

Picadillo Filling:

  • 4 tablespoons canola oil
  • 1 large yellow onion, chopped
  • 1 small green or red pepper
  • 1 pound ground beef
  • 1 cup tomato sauce
  • 5 tablespoons cilantro, chopped
  • 4 tablespoons chopped shallots
  • 1 tablespoon smoked Spanish paprika
  • 2 teaspoons cumin
  • 2 teaspoons oregano
  • 2 packets of Sazón or to taste
  • 4 eggs, lightly beaten
  • 1 cup green olives, minced

Preheat the oven to 400°F.

Mash the plantain until it’s oatmeal-like, then mix in the beaten eggs.

Fill a muffin pan with the plantain mixture and form to the sides, leaving room in the middle for your picadillo filling, like a cup.

Heat the canola oil in a large pan. Add the onions and peppers and sauté until the onions are translucent.

Add the beef to the pan, then the rest of your picadillo ingredients BUT NOT the olives or eggs yet. Only brown the meat for a few minutes, not fully cooking. Remove the mixture and place into a separate bowl.

Mix the eggs and olives into the beef mixture. Fill your plantain cups with the picadillo mixture. Don’t be afraid to overfill.

Bake your piononos for 20 minutes.

FINAL STEP! Remove your piononos cups and serve with avocado, salsa, or guacamole. (Carlos likes a little white vinegar with chopped shallots as a dipping option.)

¡Buen provecho!

  • 6 sprigs fresh mint leaves
  • 1 tablespoon unrefined cane sugar
  • 2 ounces white Puerto Rican rum (I prefer Don Q if you can get it, but definitely Puerto Rican rum.)
  • Juice of ½ a freshly squeezed lime
  • 1½ tablespoons passionf ruit puree (Fresh fruit is great, but I love the frozen pulp sold in little bags in Latino grocerie stores. Nectar can be used if you don’t have these options.)
  • 2 ounces chilled plain seltzer
  • Shaved ice

I use a taller glass, such as a hurricane or highball glass. Muddle all but one leaf of the mint leaves right in the glass with the sugar to release the taste and scent. Then add the rum, lime juice, and passion fruit pulp, and finish with the seltzer and shaved ice. Stir vigorously while listening to “Mi Gente” by Héctor Lavoe, and decorate with the last and prettiest mint leaf. Enjoy!

(Feel free to substitute mango for the passion fruit if preferred.)

Questions for the Storytellers in Your Family

In The Storyteller’s Death, Isla doesn’t learn many of her family’s stories until after people have died. After you read this book, we encourage you to connect with the storytellers in your own life…before they’re gone. Here, we’ve provided some questions for you to get started. Share your stories with us using the hashtag #TheStorytellersDeath.

  1. If you were in an elevator and only had until reaching the top floor to describe your life to a stranger, what would you say?
  2. What is one of your favorite memories from growing up?
  3. Can you tell me some of the things you remember from your childhood? Where do you consider “home”? What did you do for fun? What were some of your favorite things to eat?
  4. Do you remember what you bought with your first paycheck?
  5. Was there a particular member of our family who was known as a storyteller? What were their stories like?
  1. What is one story you heard from your parents, grandparents, aunts, or uncles that you would like to pass on to the next generation?
  2. Was there a particular story your family told that you believe, or believed, to be untrue?
  3. Are there stories that members of your family remember differently? In what ways did they vary?
  4. Who were the oldest members of your family that you knew personally? What do you remember most about them?
  5. What one story of your life would you want everyone to remember about you?