Art & Creativity Quote by Guillermo Cabrera Infante

The chill in Cabrera Infante's line comes from its speed: not exile as a single dramatic rupture, but as instant atmospheric change. "You cannot imagine" is doing double duty. On the surface it's a conversational shrug, the novelist addressing a reader. Underneath it reads like an indictment of a system so efficient at social erasure that the victim doubts language can keep up with the experience.

The key phrase is "a void was created around me". He doesn't say he was attacked or even argued with. He was removed from the room without being touched. That's the soft power of revolutionary culture when it hardens into orthodoxy: it doesn't always need prisons to discipline artists; it can weaponize absence. Friends go silent, invitations stop, publishers vanish, phones don't ring. The void isn't merely loneliness, it's a message sent to everyone else: this is what happens when you break formation.

The timing matters. June 1968 lands in a global year of dissent, but in Cuba the revolution's romantic sheen was already curdling into demands for ideological purity. Cabrera Infante had been inside the project early on (even editing a cultural magazine), which makes the reversal more scandalous: apostasy, not mere disagreement. "Fifteen months after my book" hints at the cruel lag between artistic achievement and political punishment. You publish, you become visible, then the line shifts and visibility becomes liability. The sentence captures how totalizing movements don't just debate writers; they delete their social oxygen.