Gilb can write. I've always gone for writers who had to come up the hard way, had their ups and downs, never had it easy, never had anything handed to them on a silver platter, so Gilb is somebody I would like right off the bat. I admire the man's accomplishments. There's no trickery here. Gilb takes his time and tells his tale in his own, unique style. I also read THE MAGIC OF BLOOD and liked that as well. Looking forward to other works by this fine writer. I gave it five stars .

I've become pretty blase with most novels that I read. They are stylistically the same so often, with a lot of phony action or angst that I'm supposed to know in my soul or some such. To me those are the usual middle-class to rich kid books with clever inventiveness attached. But a couple of weeks ago I came across a New Yorker that had an essay by Dagoberto Gilb that was so beautiful to read that I decided to go out and buy his books. At first I wasn't sure waht his novel wanted to do, where it was going, but then I realized I wasn't supposed to care about that. it's about as character drawn and plot driven as a poem. The language at first seems unpolished, but it only seems that way. This is a really well written book that made me think about more than just El Paso, Texas and the Mexican border. It reminded me of the book "The Stranger" by Camus--when I was done both, I felt a similar way.

I only finished Gilb's "Magic of Blood" a few days ago and yesterday went out and purchased his novel. I read it without stopping. I felt like I had read a Camus or Beckett set in a border town. His novel is not much like the stories, the subject of this being darker and deeper, and about people who are YMCA residents, people with almost no where else to go. The novel reads smooth and you don't even know something is happening to you until you have finished it. Amazing. A review (above) calls this work "slight"! The novel is not a mixed drink. It's straight bourbon, cognac, or tequila.

if I could give woodcuts of women more stars i would...it is so good...it is the best book i read this summer...i have been hearing about it for a couple of months now and so i decided i would have to read it and i did. yes it is about love and sex but it is about alot more too. and if you watch how beautiful is the writing not to mention the deeper thouhgts that it creates...a profound book by a writer who understands and loves woman and not just sex altough i think he obviosuly does...i recommend this book especially to women. because we do not always think of men as this aware of us. i read a review that said gilb made them to idealized in woodcuts if that is so i want to be idealized then. go buy this book, the art fits to it too.

Some books can slap you awake.. Gilb's "Woodcuts of Women" is like that. It was like I'd been asleep and it woke me up and I had energy again. There is not a story in this collection that can't be read more than once. the best book I've read in years. I am not a person who usually like short story collections, they are usually like "assignments" in creative writing classes that please teachers. I read novels. But this collecton isn't like a collection of stories. It's arranged around maybe not one "theme", though all of them are about love and sex and sex and love, and all that confusion about love. It's better and deeper than that. It is chicano, but its not just a chicano book. Not about it only. Like "100 Years of Solitude" is about Columbia but not about Columbia only. No, the whole of it takes your breath away. Sure its the fine writing Gilb has-poetic writing and scenes that, common as they might seem to be, make you feel like you've seen it for the first time. Chicano Zen?.

I got on amazon.com to write this, never written one before. I don't usualy rave about books.

The stories have a wide scope, even if on the other hand they are all so much the same. The last one titled "Snow" was maybe the finest. About a man going to New York because his girlfriend is pregnant. There's a scene (imagined) in an abortion clinic that is the saddest. And the end. The snow and the silence on Broadway Ave in NYC. That is the end of the whole book, the mood. Silence. Everything changed.

I think anyone would love the story "Bottoms." It was wild funny. About this gigantic woman, she keeps getting bigger and bigger, a fantasy and not, who decides to have this journalist who is all messed up about someone else. There's a story about "Tere" who he fantasizes about while he's staying with another woman, while some other woman he's staying with wants him to fall in love with her. This book isn't about only men or only women, we all act and feel this, all of us are confused and conflicted about love. Battling one dream that we lost while getting another that we can't pay attention to. I could go on more and about every story.

I mentioned Marquez. I read Gilb's novel before. It's not Marquez like in the slightest, it is more European, or Steinbeck, but it has the depth of an major book. And I'd only read a few of his stories in "The Magic of Blood". (I plan to get that and really sit down with it because it's suppose to be great). But his "Woodcuts of Women", I wll say, is an American Marquez. Beautiful and profound. Someone says it is short It might not be that many pages but evey single page counts, and you read every sentence. Not like so many books. It is just right, no padding. I guarantee you will love this book as much as I do

Anthony Park Chicago, Illinois

Dagoberto Gilb's "Woodcuts of Women" is one of the most honest, entertaining, well-crafted short story collections about love and lust that I've read in a long while. Gilb doesn't spare us when he allows his male characters to delve deeply into their obsessions with the opposite sex. In "Maria de Covina," the first story in the collection, a young Chicano (nineteen but he thinks he passes for twenty) simply tells us: "This is the thing: I like women. No, wait. I love women." In "The Pillows," the male protagonist, Jorge, thinks he figured out why his pocho friend, Danny, is having women problems: the only pillows he owns are old, raggedy and dirty. Jorge is obsessed about this particularly while housesitting for Danny. Jorge tells his own girlfriend: "I can't imagine a woman getting in a bed with those pillows. I can't imagine a woman wanting to, even to take a nap." Some of the stories are heartbreaking, like "Shout," where poverty pushes a man to be abusive to his wife and children; even here, there is a glimmer of hope, hope based on love of women. Gilb is a master at ambiguities, our ambiguities as people searching for companionship. The only bad thing about this book is that it is too short (a mere 167 pages).

Much praise is also due to the artist, Artemio Rodriguez, who illustrated each story with linocuts (similar to woodcuts); these illustrations capture the wonder, danger and craziness of loving women too much.

Gilb's collection of short stories detail the lives of working class people (not heroes, per se) in a very true to life fashion. I can almost picture Mr. Gilb working with his hands on a high rise or on some odd job, observing what was going on around him and in his own life, preparing to write about what he saw and felt. His stories read that way, and I very much enjoyed this book each time I read it. For the record, the working class Mexican-American friends I have given this book to tell me it is authentic. A corporate suit wouldn't have been able to write it, and thank God Mr. Gilb is not a corporate suit. Hooray for the common man who thinks!

Sometimes you come across a book that can change the way you see things. I am not a Latino or from the Southwest, but I come from a family of construction workers. This is the first book that I have ever read that touches that world with honesty, humor, and pathos. The stories make humans out of characters, people usually not given a voice. Gilb makes every ordinary event resonate with mystery. He is a writer of great beauty, even as the language is coarse. Several of his stories are among the best I've ever read. He may be the most original of Latino writers publishing, and his stories are better than most of the well-known, anthologized American ones.

If I could give this more stars I would. The best book of stories about working people I've read ever. And Mexican American. I can't wait to read more by this guy. I love his novel too, "The Last Known Residence of Mickey Acuna."

When Dagoberto Gilb stays on point, ain't nobody can touch him. Some of these essays are sheer genius. But too many of them are undisciplined rants. When he's self indulgent, it's embarrassing. He's so busy foaming on about being discriminated against for being Mexican, he lets the hard work of writing slide, and loses the reader's natural sympathy. He'd have a better case if he wrote it and didn't just type it half the time.