Lost Children Archive. Valeria Luiselli

      

      

       Copyright

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      Source ISBN: 9780008290023

      Ebook Edition © February 2019 ISBN: 9780008290030

      Version: 2019-07-26

       Dedication

       To Maia and Dylan

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      PART I: FAMILY SOUNDSCAPE

      Relocations

      Box I

      Routes & Roots

      Box II

Undocumented

       Box III

       Missing

       Box IV

       Removals

       PART II: REENACTMENT

       Deportations

       Maps & Boxes

       Box V

       Continental Divide

       Lost

       PART III: APACHERIA

       Dust Valleys

       Heart of Light

       Echo Canyon

       PART IV: LOST CHILDREN ARCHIVE

       Box VI

       Document

       Box VII

       Works Cited

       Illustration Credits

       Acknowledgments

       About the Author

       Also by Valeria Luiselli

       About the Publisher

PART I

       RELOCATIONS

      An archive presupposes an archivist, a hand that collects and classifies.

      —ARLETTE FARGE

       To leave is to die a little.

       To arrive is never to arrive.

      —MIGRANT PRAYER

      DEPARTURE

      Mouths open to the sun, they sleep. Boy and girl, foreheads pearled with sweat, cheeks red and streaked white with dry spit. They occupy the entire space in the back of the car, spread out, limbs offering, heavy and placid. From the copilot seat, I glance back to check on them every so often, then turn around again to study the map. We advance in the slow lava of traffic toward the city limits, across the GW Bridge, and merge onto the interstate. An airplane passes above us and leaves a straight long scar on the palate of the cloudless sky. Behind the wheel, my husband adjusts his hat, dries his forehead with the back of his hand.

      FAMILY LEXICON

      I don’t know what my husband and I will say to each of our children one day. I’m not sure which parts of our story we might each choose to pluck and edit out for them, and which ones we’ll shuffle around and insert back in to produce a final version—even though plucking, shuffling, and editing sounds is probably the best summary of what my husband and I do for a living. But the children will ask, because ask is what children do. And we’ll need to tell them a beginning, a middle, and an end. We’ll need to give them an answer, tell them a proper story.

      The boy turned ten yesterday, just one day before we left New York. We got him good presents. He had specifically said:

      No toys.

      The girl is five, and for some weeks has been asking, insistently:

      When do I turn six?

      No matter our answer, she’ll find it unsatisfactory. So we usually say something ambiguous, like:

      Soon.

      In a few months.

      Before you know it.

      The girl is my daughter and the boy is my husband’s son. I’m a biological mother to one, a stepmother to the other, and a de facto mother in general to both of them. My husband is a father and a stepfather, to each one respectively, but also just a father. The girl and boy are therefore: step-sister, son, stepdaughter, daughter, step-brother,