Solito: A Memoir 

Javier Zamora

(Hogarth, 2022)

Review by Daniel Rey

About a year before he left El Salvador, Javier Zamora’s parents started talking about a ‘trip’. ‘One day you’ll take a trip to be with us,’ they said over the phone from the US. ‘Like an adventure. Like the one Simba goes on before he comes home.’

Javier’s parents had fled El Salvador in the 1990s, during waves of migration caused by the country’s civil war. Javier’s father left when the boy was one year old, and his mother when he was four.

Javier’s memoir, Solito, begins in March 1999. He is nine, and living with his grandparents in El Salvador. His nickname at school is The Grammar Whiz; he has represented his region in the national spelling bee, appeared on television and shaken the president’s hand. The nuns who run the school believe he has a bright future. 

Javier’s parents hire a people-smuggler, who promises to take Javier across the border to Guatemala, then to Mexico, and into the U. S. Javier, who is not yet completely toilet-trained, will be going without anyone he knows. He is solito – an endearing, diminutive word that means ‘on his little ownsome’. 

Travelling by coach, minibus, motor-launch and on foot, Javier has to grow up quickly. The smuggler says he must pretend to be from Mexico, learn its national anthem, and support Chivas, a Mexican soccer club. A woman he has just met is now his mother, and her daughter – on whom he has a crush – is now his sister. 

‘I do feel older,’ Javier reflects after his first puff of a cigarette. ‘Like the smoke gave me courage to get on that boat. To not cry. To not vomit. To be here now in another country without Grandpa. I’m scared, but I’ve smoked.’ 

Javier is at the mercy of the smugglers, his fellow migrants, random civilians, and the authorities of three countries. Many people he and his new family meet on the journey detest them. ‘Learn to speak,’ says an old lady at a roadside food stand in Mexico after they use the Salvadoran word for ‘straw’. And when soldiers checking for migrants with false passports board their bus, another old lady says, ‘Take them! They are not Mexican.’ 

Solito is written in the present tense, in the form of long diary entries. To write it, Zamora, who is one of the rising stars of American poetry, retraced his steps and underwent therapy. Zamora generally adopts the tone of a child, and scatters Spanish words and Salvadoran idioms. The latter present a challenge for non-Salvadoran Spanish-speakers, but using them allows him to reclaim the place of his true identity in the narrative. Some of the similes are unimprovable. His father’s voice, for instance, is ‘deep and raspy, but still soft, like a sharp stone skipping over water.’

Zamora, who volunteers with a migrant charity in Arizona, has written an extraordinarily personal account that transcends literary endeavour. Given the current crisis on the US-Mexico border, and the US government’s policy of separating families, Solito is a well-timed illustration of the particular courage demanded of child migrants.

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Daniel Rey

Daniel Rey is a British-Colombian writer currently based in New York City.