Heartbreak Tango Book

Two friends and three girlfriends - their fates turn out to be complicatedly and tragically intertwined…
Letters, notices, diaries, remembrances, investigations: Manuel Puig tells his story with the documentary precision. But Manuel Puig is also very rich in style - he even manages to combine whimsically a stream of consciousness with the fragments of tangos…
'…I was happy in the sweatshop, felt no need to dance at all…' those girls in Buenos Aires make more money in the sweatshop but they'll get theirs just the same, let them laugh at me '…till the day a gallant wooer came to take me to the hall…' he must have been dark and handsome, when Pancho holds me so tight it's as if he'll never let me go… I wonder why her boyfriend left that girl in the sweatshop? this comb in my hair so the wind won't mess it up on the street corner, it's so cold I better wear my coat - right? - such an old coat '…my obsession, heartbreak tango, plunged my soul to deepest sin, as the music of that tango set my poor heart all a-spin…' a step, then a turn, he moves his leg forward and pushes mine, I'm not too good at dancing the tango, going backward all the time, he would go forward while my part was to go backward, his legs pushed my legs to go backward and when he'd stop for a second waiting to start up again in time with the music, it was real lucky he didn't let go of me, because he'd suddenly stop dancing and I could have fallen on the floor, but he held me nice and tight, and the boyfriend left the girl in the sweatshop because she didn't have a new dress! '…oh such a lovely melody, it changed my destiny, my heart sang and bled that night… in the glow of candlelight…'
Heartbreak Tango is a story of love: deceived love, unrequited love, lost love. And it is a story of regrets and human meanness. And the tale is told very powerfully.
The past is always a mystery, however small but a mystery…