The Wind Knows My Name

Now 81 years old, the prolific Allende is skilled at weaving historical drama rich with meaning for today’s troubled world. In this novel-cum-political polemic, Allende draws emotive parallels between the Nazi atrocities that ruptured Jewish families in Europe and the Trump-era separation of migrant families at the U.S. southern border. Allende colors her historical comparisons with her trademark magical fantasies—haunted old homes, departed souls, and fateful chance encounters—punctuated by critical swipes at U.S. foreign policy. The Chilean American author finds redemption in family love and social empathy; admirable pro bono lawyers and dedicated nonprofits make a decisive difference in the lives of desperate migrants. Some may question the way Allende equates Nazi crimes with U.S. border brutalities or fault her somewhat stereotypical characters and rushed, formulaic plots. But others will welcome her imaginative storytelling replete with strong women, powerful denunciations of sexual abuse, and exhortations for the humane treatment of migrants fleeing untenable circumstances.