"Havana knew me by my shoes", begins Miller's
lively account of more than eight months travelling through
Cuba, from coastal cities to mountain villages, from the
Bay of Pigs to both sides of the fence at Guantánamo,
mixing with its literati and black marketeers, its cane cutters
and cigar rollers.
Granted unprecedented access to travel throughout the country,
Miller presents us with a rare insight into one of the world's
only Communist countries. Its best-known personalities and
ordinary citizens talk to him about the U.S. embargo and
tell their favorite Fidel jokes as they stand in line for
bread at the Socialism or Death Bakery. Miller provides a
running commentary on Cuba's food shortages, exotic sensuality,
and baseball addiction as he follows the scents of Graham
Greene, José Marti, Ernest Hemingway, and the Mambo
Kings.
The result of this informed and adventurous journey is
a vibrant, rhythmic portrait of a land and people long shielded
from American eyes.