Buy new:
$30.00$30.00
FREE delivery:
Dec 22 - 28
Ships from: bookbiz75 Sold by: bookbiz75
Buy used: $12.00
Download the free Kindle app and start reading Kindle books instantly on your smartphone, tablet, or computer - no Kindle device required. Learn more
Read instantly on your browser with Kindle Cloud Reader.
Using your mobile phone camera - scan the code below and download the Kindle app.
Our Lady of the Assassins Paperback – July 1, 2001
| Fernando Vallejo (Author) Find all the books, read about the author, and more. See search results for this author |
Enhance your purchase
- Print length144 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherSerpents Tail
- Publication dateJuly 1, 2001
- Dimensions5.25 x 0.25 x 7.75 inches
- ISBN-101852426470
- ISBN-13978-1852426477
The Amazon Book Review
Book recommendations, author interviews, editors' picks, and more. Read it now.
Frequently bought together

- +
Customers who bought this item also bought
Editorial Reviews
From Publishers Weekly
Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information, Inc.
About the Author
Product details
- Publisher : Serpents Tail; 1st edition (July 1, 2001)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 144 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1852426470
- ISBN-13 : 978-1852426477
- Item Weight : 3.53 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.25 x 0.25 x 7.75 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #2,068,991 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #6,224 in LGBTQ+ Genre Fiction (Books)
- #83,182 in Literary Fiction (Books)
- Customer Reviews:
About the author

Discover more of the author’s books, see similar authors, read author blogs and more
Customer reviews
Customer Reviews, including Product Star Ratings help customers to learn more about the product and decide whether it is the right product for them.
To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average. Instead, our system considers things like how recent a review is and if the reviewer bought the item on Amazon. It also analyzed reviews to verify trustworthiness.
Learn more how customers reviews work on Amazon-
Top reviews
Top reviews from the United States
There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later.
The north, primarily colonized by the British and the French, was viewed as place where individual colonists and their families could create a new homeland and work toward self-sufficiency, exporting valuable natural resources back to the home countries in Europe and provide, in return, a market for what Europe could produce. The southern regions, on the other hand, were primarily colonized by the Spanish and the Portuguese, who sought only to extract natural and agricultural resources for themselves (they wanted gold, mostly), and pay the native inhabitants back by converting them to their brand of Christianity.
So now that all the countries of the Western Hemisphere are nations independent of Europe, the gap between the north and the south has expanded to its ulimate polarity: the United States and Canada are global economic powerhouses with high standards of living for the majority of their people, whereas in Latin America the people groan under the yoke of their own exploitative governments, an impractical and hypocritical rule of the church, and by imposed agricultural economies that do not, on the whole, raise sustaining food for the people, but superfluous, non-food-items for wealthy nations elsewhere--chocolate, coffee, sugar, rubber, tropical woods, and, the most lucrative of all, coca, that is processed into cocaine.
The country of Columbia (interestingly, one whose name is the closest to "Columbus") is almost archetypal in this concept...coffee, cocaine, and Catholicism (the kind of Catholicism that, for example, continues to forbid contraception in a country where the population has completely overrun its viable economic opportunities), and "Our Lady of the Assassins" is a desperate, but powerfully human cry from deep in the heart of that situation in a country still struggling for survival and meaning.
Fernando Vallejo, in presenting this tragedy, seems to offer no obvious hope of solution out of the misery, but only torturously writhes around and around within it, reporting rampant gang killing after gang killing like the city of Medellin's (idiomatically renamed "Medallo" in reference to a sub-machine gun) own news media in a never-ending cycle of ever-avenging death and despair while eternally on its knees supplicating "Santa Maria Auxiliadora" or whatever other Saint also bled and suffered, unable to really provide much help beyond solace through sympathy and maybe a hope of spiritual liberation after death.
Yet, as long as there is humanity, there still can be hope in THIS world, and where there are tears and laughter, there is humanity. The book is actually very funny in parts, and certainly ironic, as if, better than even crying, all one can do is laugh and attempt to enliven the otherwise-too-horrendous-to-fully-contemplate journey to Only God Knows Where. I found it fascinating that in the prayers requesting a "blessing" of the assassin's bullets, their requests were that the bullets wouldn't miss and in their deaths, the victims WOULDN'T SUFFER...as if even in their killing the assassins retained some germ of love. In fact, in the distortions of their slang, to "be in love with" somebody is to be out to kill them. They're all angels...avenging angels.
Most importantly, this book is a love story, a love story between a youth whose fellow gang members had all been destroyed, and an older man whose family had all died, that in their aloneness and solitude, they found a place for each other in their lives. I cannot fail to see that this, too, is a metaphor for hidden forces on the side of survival, for when the departing elders and the emerging youth love each other, there is a knitting together of life's circle and the wheel will somehow find a way to keep spinning. Vallejo may see that wheel like a Buddhist wheel of karma, where the only hope of escape is to be individually snuffed out into nirvana, or else maybe like an ancient inquistion torture wheel upon which the bones of humanity are broken and put on elevated display to engender a fear of God, but I think in a culture that did not, industriously, invent the wheel, THIS wheel, an engine of love and humanity, will be, instead of industrialism, its strength and ultimate salvation. And the best expression of that is through the arts such as this one, now in translation made accessible to those of us who reside in the northern hemisphere and may have heretofore remained ignorant of just what was going on in the cultures of a people with whom we once shared a common beginning. This is either a dire warning or a prayer for assistance...either way, we can no longer practically or philosophically afford to remain so isolated.



