Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Emerging Authors. Hollywood bites. On-Line Floricanto

Michael Sedano


Supporting Emerging Authors: Buy & Read & Spread the Word

Thousands of authors get published every year, leading readers to look forward to the new title by a favorite writer. Perhaps you got one for Christmas thus already know there are few comforts better than settling down to a new book by a favored author.

Unless it's the satisfaction of discovering good work by an emerging author and being able to share the news with one’s reading compañeras compañeros.

Because finding those new books and authors can be haphazard, here’s useful news.

La Bloga friend Teresa Marquez, in the course of professional duties as a university librarian, conducts annual surveys to identify emerging authors, that is, writers who have published one or two books.

With the new year hot upon us and gente likely asking “what are your new year’s resolutions?” a suggestion: make a resolution to support emerging writers by reading your way through the list. There are few better ways to support emerging authors than reading their work. OK, buying the book goes it one better. That's your new year's resolution, "I am going to read one new writer every month in 2011."

Pick and choose, there’s rich diversity listed. Teresa includes one 2008 emerging author (and the author’s earlier work), 10 for 2009 and 11 writers in 2010. Make a random choice, be experimental.

La Bloga has reviewed a number of these titles. Note, too, bloguera Melinda Palacio’s upcoming Ocotillo Dreams on Teresa’s 2010 list, though the publisher’s website now lists publication as March 2011.

2010
David Bajo. Panopticon. (The 352 Books of Irma Arcuri, 2008.)

Belinda Acosta. Sisters, Strangers and Starting Over.

Melinda Palacio. Ocotillo Dreams.

Rafael C. Castillo. Aurora.

Brando Skyhorse. The Madonnas of Echo Park.

Mike Padilla. The Girls From the Revolutionary Cantina.

Carlos Cisneros. The Name Partner. (The Case Runner, 2008.)

John Phillip Santos. The Farthest Home is in an Empire of Fire: A Tejano Elegy. (Places Left Unfinished at the Time of Creation, 2000.)

Kathy Cano Murillo. Waking Up in the Land of Glitter.

Tim Z. Herrnandez. Breathing, In Dust.

Maceo Montoya. The Scoundrel and the Optimist.


2009
Emma Perez. Forgetting the Alamo or Blood Memory. (Gulf Dreams, 1996.)

Josefina Lopez. Hungry Woman in Paris. (This is her first novel.)

Mario X. Martinez. Converso.

Stephen Gutierrez. Live From Fresno y Los. (Elements, 1997.}

Oscar Casares. Amigoland. (Brownsville, 2003.)

Barbara Renaud Gonzalez. Golondrina, Why Did You Leave Me?

Gloria Zamora. Sweet Nata.

L. M. Gonzalez. A Love for Eternity. (Too Late for Romance, 2008.)

Diana Lopez. Confetti Girl. (Sofia's Saints, 2002.)

Chuy Ramirez. Strawberry Fields: A Book of Short Stories.

2008
Patricia Santana. Ghosts of El Grullo. (Motorcycle Ride on the Sea of Tranquility, 2002.)



Hollywood Bites

Author Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez must have been elated when a production company bought rights to develop Valdes-Rodriguez’ breakthrough novel, Dirty Girls Social Club, into an NBC television series.

What writer would not enjoy the thought of seeing one’s novel as a television series?

In the case of Dirty Girls Social Club, Valdes-Rodriguez wrote it to be a spirited, light-hearted slice of life comedy featuring six successful women of diverse Latina backgrounds: black, white, brown; Cubana, Colombiana, Puerto Riqueña, Chicana.

The plot resources of such a cast would send a faithful to the book teevee series’ ratings through the ceiling, like Roots did a generation ago.

Instead, what the scriptwriter wrought was television. Valdes-Rodriguez' interesting, intelligent characters reduced to lowest common denominator sluts and hot mamacitas.

Gone completely the author’s depiction of Latina diversity, her plotting of important issues in women’s lives like body image, adultery, coming out lesbian.

Replaced by—wait for it--las sucias as sluts, with group sex and T&A as the order of the day. Familias, don’t let your daughters grow up to be college students.

Although the novel has been optioned so all’s fair from the producer’s side, the author’s reaction has been visceral, ranging from ad hominem assessments of the producer’s qualifications to concluding racism motivates the rape of her novel’s characters by the scriptwriter. The pedo has been picked up by gossipmaven Perez Hilton and the blogosphere. You may wish to follow the story--and the comments--at Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez’ author blog. http://alisavaldes.wordpress.com/

NBC sent the author a “cease and desist” letter for Christmas, looking to muzzle the author’s outrage at what the producer is doing to Valdes-Rodriguez’ novel. Peor, the author’s agency, CAA, has dropped her as their client on another project. I’m surprised Valdes-Rodriguez has not been required to emend from the author’s blog segments she published from the NBC-owned pilot script.

Hollywood bites, the author has learned. But would it not be Just if the author could have the last chew?

What if NBC produces the teevee series and no one watches? Given what Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez cites of the script she has read, NBC would earn the wrath of audiences in all age groups for putting crap like this on the screen. Worse would be if the flop hit Alisa in the future projects pocketbook.

The silver lining: NBC so dismays gente that large numbers turn off their televisions and pick up books instead. They read Dirty Girls Social Club and Valdes-Rodriguez’ current holiday heartwarmer, The Three Kings. As a result the quondam teevee audience is all the richer for reading and the author's readership make teevee all the more irrelevant.

Valdes-Rodriguez might think such an outcome worth the pain and blacklisting she’s begun to feel as doors slam in her face for speaking up in behalf of her work. It'll be frustrating if this incident sours more effective producers on developing the author's titles for film or teevee. If the production remains honest to the book, the audience will find it.

Here's wishing Alisa the best possible outcome from this altercation and the hardball fallout. Her work has been invariably entertaining and deserves to find the wider appreciation that comes of having your stuff on prime time television. Excoriation is what she's in for if the pilot project gets made. She knows this, so she's fighting for her life. Lástima.




On-Line Floricanto December 28th, Ending the Year That Was.



1. "Our Children Are Not Anchors" by Susana de Jesus Huerta

2. “To the Elders” by Hedy García Treviño

3. “One Dream / Un Sueño” by Francisco X. Alarcón

4. "What Kind of Indian Do You Think I Am? (For Poet Responding to SB-1070)" by Diana Joe

5. “Semillas” by Odilia Galván-Rodríguez




“If we are going to have an effect on the anchor baby racket, we need to target the mother. Call it sexist, but that’s the way nature made it. Men don’t drop anchor babies, illegal alien mothers do.” Arizona Senator Russell Pearce

Our Children Are Not Anchors

To Arizona Senator Russell Pearce since you are so concerned about the tactics of domination and because the destiny of dreams and justice will manifest in spite of you:


Our children are not anchors
like the ones dropped in Atlantic waters to
unload African corpses en masse.

We don’t just drop our babies onto this land
the way bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and
Nagasaki.

The way words and promises are dropped from treaties.

Our children do not drop like collapsed lungs
from small pox in clean bodies under
wool blankets and thick air.

Our children are not the weights used
in that system of pulleys, noosed ropes
over Oak and Magnolia branches tied to
the gravity of brown and black bodies.

They do not fall hard like strong brown
soldiers on front-lines holding
their breath to be made
citizens while pledging patriotism and pride.

Our babies do not keep us
on these furrowed fields of crouching backs
under summer heat the way
threats to hire another force us to stay
even without running water, even without
a paycheck.

Our children are not anchors.

They do not fall.

They are already the root,
complex connections centuries old, aflame
with the power of history, knowledge
of collective pain and promise.

They become. They bloom. They unfurl like
lavender flowers and protest signs under desert
sun. Even as seedlings they push through
concrete, poisonous policies, and
the sting of barbwire borders.

Our children are the pulsating sky that sings
thunder and bleeds
to break open and burst forth
like monarch clouds

returning home.


© Susana De Jesus Huerta 2010



To the Elders
by Hedy Garcia Treviño


To those that came before
to those that were confronted
by storefront windows signs
that read no Mexicans or dogs allowed.

I placed his walking stick into the ground
I waved his walking stick at the moon
and cried out for justice.

To those that came from the other side of the
mountain.

To the ancient ones that never spoke English
or carried a drivers license
I shutter to think how you would
be treated today in Arizona.

I remember the lanterns
the ringing of the bells
the river flute you carved for me abuelito.

The heart of my people beats like a tight drum
we will not stumble we will not fall we must hold steady the line
for those that came before are walking ahead they
have arrived in full armor and
are waving the lantern of truth and justice.

In the moon light I see your face
that face of abuelito the gentle one
with the big beautiful brown hands
weathered from working the land.

He never walked on stage
he never wrote a sonnet
but his very life was a poem.

Abuelo the man who taught me to kneel and ask
the rivers permission before crossing.

Abuelo the man who scattered cracked corn
to replenish the Winter dens of mice and deer who's
winter supply of food we had stolen
when we gathered pinon nuts in the forest.

When you take from the earth you put back an offering
he would say.

Those simple seemingly insignificant deeds
the lessons learned and yet he raised me an orphan child
the child of his child whom he took into his heart.

To the people that could stop a dangerous storm cloud
with the wave of a hand

To those that understood the call of the owl

To the people that could cure with herbs roots and flowers
To those that understood the weather the birds the moths the butterfly's
they knew his name and he knew their flight plans arrivals and departures and
what it meant for the harvest or the coming of Winter
or the crops when the butterflies left or arrived and in which direction they headed
or the density and the color of the foliage of the leaves upon the trees
all this told them about the pending winter storms and how and when
to gather the harvest.

They had survived the depression
they had had survived the common hangings and so called
repatriations of brown people in the 1940's.

These were the people of the corn
the children of the man god that could fly

Over there from the other side of the mountain
the man who showed me where the buffalo herds
were slaughtered.....
the man who whittled me magic flutes
from river willows
Over there he would say, we came from over there,
from the other side of the mountain.




ONE DREAM

to Gaby, Carlos, Felipe, Juan, and all other Trailers of Dreams after the “Dream Act” failed to pass in the US Senate 55 to 41 votes on December 18, 2010

by Francisco X. Alarcón


where
will we go
from here

the doors
have been
now closed

can dreams
be deferred
to nowhere

the will of
the majority
frustrated

by those
so stubborn
so dim

choosing
to be blind
deaf, mute

not wanting
to see, hear
speak up

swearing
to turn off
all lights

scheming
a wall of terror
and darkness

now rain
and snow
cover most

our nation
in a Winter
cold blanket

but we are
the Spring
of this land

the green
new leaves
sprouting again

everywhere
from bushes
and trees

our collective
dream will rise
like the Sun

giving us all
a warm day
of Summer

you are Moses
–the very young–
facing Pharaoh–

your are sisters
and brothers
our familia

innocent from any
transgressions
by parents

your tears
are our tears
never in vain

we will recall
the names of all
those turning

their backs
on our gente
in most need

your thirst
is our thirst–
we will draw

water from
indifferent
desert stones

none of us
is no longer
all alone

we are as
numerous as
the night stars

we are writing
up in the sky
the future

the dream
of this land
this nation

made out
of the broken
dreams

of so many
that no dam
no wall

can ever
contain
or erase

your dream
is our dream–
one dream

flying free
like the wings
of an eagle

December 18, 2010

* * * * * *

UN SUEÑO

a Gaby, Carlos, Felipe, Juan y todos los otros Caminantes del Ensueño tras no pasar el “Acta del Ensueño” en el Senado con 55 a 41 votos el 18 de diciembre de 2011

por Francisco X. Alarcón


a dónde
iremos
ahora

que nos
han cerrado
las puertas

se pueden
deferir a nada
los sueños

la voluntad
de la mayoría
frustrada

por ésos
tan tercos
tan apagados

escogiendo
estar ciegos
sordos, mudos

no queriendo
ver, oír
hablar

prometiendo
apagar
toda luz

tramando
un muro de terror
y oscuridad

ahora lluvia
y nieve cubren
la mayor parte

de nuestra nación
con una colcha
invernal fría

pero somos
la Primavera
de esta tierra

las verdes
hojitas nuevas
retoñando

dondequiera
en arbustos
y árboles

nuestro sueño
colectivo saldrá
como el Sol

Uds. son Moisés
–el muy joven–
encarando al Farón–

Uds. son hermanas
y hermanos
nuestra familia

inocentes de toda
transgresión
de padres

sus lágrimas son
nuestras lágrimas
nunca en vano

recordaremos
los nombres
de los que dieron

la espalda
a nuestra gente
más necesitada

su sed es
nuestra sed–
sacaremos

agua de piedras
indiferentes
del desierto

ni uno de nosotros
está nunca más
todo solo

somos tan
numerosos como
las estrellas

escribimos
en el cielo
el futuro

el sueño
de esta tierra
esta nación

hecho de
los sueños
rotos

de tantos
que ninguna
presa o muro

podrá nunca
contener
o borrar

su sueño es
nuestro sueño–
un sueño

volando libre
como las alas
de un águila

18 de diciembre de 2011




WHAT KIND OF INDIAN DO YOU THINK I AM?
(FOR POETS RESPONDING TO SB-1070)

by Diana Joe


WHAT KIND OF INDIAN DO YOU THINK I AM?
A DEAD ONE WITHOUT THE RIGHT TO VOTE, HUH?
A SAVAGE ONE?

AN UNTEACHABLE ONE.
ONE WITHOUT LAND.
WITHOUT A RESERVATION.

WITHOUT WORTH FOR AN EXPLANATION.
ONE WITHOUT A PLACE IN YOUR NATION?!
WHAT KIND OF AN INDIAN DO YOU THINK I AM?

A CONQUERED ONE.
THATS THE KIND OF INDIAN YOU THINK I AM.
YOU SAID GO MY SON GET AN EDUCATION.

AS IF I DIDN'T ALREADY HAVE ONE.
WHAT KIND OF AN INDIAN DO YOU THINK I AM?
A CONQUERED ONE HUH?

THE DREAM ACT MIGHT BE SOMETHING YOU USE
AGAINST MY CHILDREN BECAUSE
THEY ARE VULNERABLE AND YOUNG.

BECAUSE YOU LIE!
YOU LIE
LIAR.

WHAT KIND OF AN INDIAN BACKGROUND
DO YOU WANT ME TO HAVE
A COLORLESS, TASTELESS ONE?!

JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE TAKEN OUR NATURAL LANDS?
YOU HAVE STRIPPED US OF OUR IDENTITY AND GAVE IT TO SAM.
WHAT KIND OF INDIAN DO YOU THINK I AM?

THE RIGHT ONE?
THE GOOD ONE?
THE DEAD ONE?

THIS IS THE DAY YOU MADE THE DREAM DIE.
YOU MADE THE DREAM APPEAR LIKE AN ACT.
LIKE THE SORCERY THAT YOU HAVE ALWAYS USED AGAINST US.

THIS IS THE DAY YOU MADE THE CHILDREN CRY.
WITHOUT A SOUL IS HOW YOU ACT.
WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE WITHOUT MERCIFULNESS.

WHAT KIND OF AN INDIAN DO YOU THINK I AM?
DO YOU THINK THAT BECAUSE YOU HURT MY CHILDREN
YOU WIN?

DO YOU THINK THAT BECAUSE YOU PLAY WITH THEIR HEARTS
YOU TEAR AT MINE?
REMEMBER THIS SAM, I STILL HAVE ACCESS TO THE CHOCMUL.

I AM MAYAN,TOLTECAN,ZAPOTECAN,P'UREPECHAN,YOEMERAN..
BEFORE I AM YOUR AMERICAN.
I AM THE DREAM IN THE MAKING.

WHAT KIND OF AN INDIAN DO YOU THINK I AM?
A CONQUERED ONE HUH?
WRONG.

I AM THE LEADER THAT PROTECTS THE PLAN DE TENOCHTILAN.
THE ONE THAT JUMPS THE FENCES LIKE A TOXTLI TIMES FOUR HUNDRED!
I AM CUETZPALLI INDITA IN ACTION, I AM AZTLAN, I AM ANAHUAC... LIVING BREATHING.

THIS FIST UPRISING EVERY MINUTE TOWARDS THE SUN.
A BEACON SEEN FROM SEA TO SEA FROM OCEAN TO OCEAN.
SO LONG AS I AM THE INDIAN... THEN WE ARE ALL FOREVER IN LIBERATION.

*in solidarity for the children of the persecuted underdocumented..from all over Latina america.
Diana L.--joe
Navajo rez\Tsaile,Az





Semillas/Seeds
a poem for two voices

by Odilia Galván Rodríguez


una madre

a mother

con hijos muriéndose de hambre

with children starving

una madre

a mother

con hijos que tienen mucha hambre

with children who are very hungry

una madre que nunca aprendió

a mother who never learned

cómo leer ni escribir

to read or write

como leer ni escribir

to read or write

un día la madre

one day the mother

encuentra un paquete

finds a package

un paquete con una imagen

a package with an image

una imagen de bellas flores

of some beautiful flowers

una imagen de bellas flores

of some beautiful flowers

flores

flowers

ella abre el sobre

she opens the envelope

y adentro hay semillas

and inside she finds seeds

y piensa

and she thinks

mis hijos están tan hambrientos

my children are so hungry

mis hijos comerán estas semillas de bellas flores

my children will eat these beautiful flower seeds

es todo lo que tengo para darles de comer

it is all I have to give them to eat

mira las semillas y piensa,

son tan pocas y son para los niños

she looks at the seeds and thinks,

there are so few, they are all for the children

les da las semillas

she gives them the seeds

para comer

to eat

para comer

to eat

a sus tres hijitos

to her three little children

les da semillas para comer

she gives them seeds to eat

sus tres hijos se enferman

her three children become ill

y después de mucha agonía

and after much agony

después de agonía terrible

after terrible agony

fallecen

they die

la madre es acusada

the mother is accused

de matar a sus tres hijos

with killing her three children

por darles semillas

for giving them seeds

semillas venenosas

poisonous seeds

por darles semillas venenosas

for giving them poison seeds

no semillas bellas

not beautiful seeds

llenas de vida

full of life

semillas de muerte

death seeds

les dio a sus hijos semillas de muerte

she gave her children death seeds

¿cómo podía haber sabido

how could she have known

que el sobre con las semillas bellas en el frente

that the envelope with the beautiful seeds on the front

eran un nuevo tipo de semilla envueltas en su propio veneno

were a new kind of seed wrapped in their own poison

una semilla de demonio que sólo crece un cultivo

a demon seed that only grows one crop

este cultivo es la muerte y la codicia

that crop is death and greed

el paquete que ella no pudo leer decia,

"Monsanto"

the package she could not read said,

"Monsanto"



©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2010




BIOS

1. "Our Children Are Not Anchors" by Susana de Jesus Huerta

2. “To the Elders” by Hedy García Treviño

3. “One Dream / Un Sueño” by Francisco X. Alarcón

4. "What Kind of Indian Do You Think I Am? (For Poet Responding to SB-1070)" by Diana Joe

5. “Semillas” by Odilia Galván-Rodríguez


Susana de Jesus HuertaI am a first-generation Chicana, born and raised in San Jose, California, where I currently live with my husband, muralist/artist, William Moran. I come from Mexican parents who talked politics and justice at the dinner table and took us to union rallies and farm worker strikes as children. My mother taught me to speak up and be active. My father introduced me to liberation theology, which has greatly influenced my work as an educator. Though I have always been an activist at heart, I didn’t actually begin organizing until I started my college career at San Jose State University. In the shadow of Propositions 187, 209 and 227, I learned how to work with people in my community to bring change to our often ignored and segregated neighborhoods. I marched against the hateful propaganda and political lies that enabled the passage of such backward, racist policies. And I found my voice in community action that addressed injustice at the local level. It is this history that feeds me as an educator and has recently opened me up to the transformative power of poetry.

Today I teach at Foothill College, a community college in Los Altos Hills, California. I am blessed and grateful to have the opportunity to work with inspiring students who struggle with dignity and fight for their right to learn and become leaders in their own way. I teach writing, but it wasn’t until recently that I considered myself a “real” writer. Thanks to the encouragement and support of a few close friends who have believed in my writing, I applied to and was accepted into the VONA (Voices of Our Nation) writing residency program out of the University of San Francisco this past summer. It was in this program that I truly understood the value of being part of a writing community, and I am humbled to be surrounded by such passionate artists who dedicate themselves to creation. I am proud to declare myself a work in progress, relishing in my own revision.



Hedy García TreviñoHedy M. Garcia Treviño. Has written poetry since the age of eight. Her first poem came as a result of being punished for speaking Spanish in school. Her poetry has been published in numerous journal's and other publications. She has performed her poetry at numerous cultural events. She continues to write poetry, and inspires others to use the written word as a form of self discovery and personal healing.




Francisco X. AlarcónFrancisco X. Alarcón, award winning Chicano poet and educator, is author of twelve volumes of poetry, including, "From the Other Side of Night: Selected and New Poems" (University of Arizona Press 2002), and "Snake Poems: An Aztec Invocation" (Chronicle Books 1992) His latest book is "Ce•Uno•One: Poems for the New Sun" (Swan Scythe Press 2010). His book of bilingual poetry for children, "Animal Poems of the Iguazú" (Children‚s Book Press 2008), was selected as a Notable Book for a Global Society by the International Reading Association. His previous bilingual book titled "Poems to Dream Together" (Lee & Low Books 2005) was awarded the 2006 Jane Addams Honor Book Award. He has been a finalist nominated for Poet Laureate of California in two occasions. He teaches at the University of California, Davis. He is the creator of the Facebook page POETS RESPONDING TO SB 1070 that you can visit at:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Poets-Responding-to-SB-1070/117494558268757?ref=ts





Diana JoeI am Diana Joe.
I am a native of Brownsville,Texas.I presently reside on the Navajo reservation in a little town called Tsaile,Arizona. I am a grassroots Cultural Consultant,my experience and career counts with over 25 years of exchange on different fronts,mainly veered for the empowerment of traditonal education of tribal peoples . I work primarily in the United States but my work has taken me to the international community In various parts of Mexico,mainly with the indigenous communities of our Mexican tribes. I have many interests and hobbies,which I incorporate as part of my teaching and exchange methods,in and for my consultant facilitations.

My story-telling ability is also very important to me, as it brings my own personal indigenous background into perspective,especially when I do present to the local tribes here in the Southwest. I have been writting poetry since I was about eight years old. I love poetry. I have found that my writing enables me to free myself of the pains and troubles that come to people of color and or of economic disadvantage.

I am a product of farm worker generational families. I write a whole lot about the earth and nature as I became very near to the earth in my many years as a migrant. I am very active in human rights and earth protection issues. I am an activist from as far back as I can recall. I began working first with the migrant peoples in the farm labor camps and later went on to become involved in frontera issues along the US/Mx. border. I write about all these issues as well. I write to raise awareness and consciousness. I am an active curandera as it was passed to me by my mother and grandmother. I enjoy working with diverse people. I advocate for the rights of indigenous people so as to empower ourselves with the rights to practice freely our migratory rights.




Odilia Galván-RodríguezAuthor, Odilia Galván Rodríguez, is of Chicano-Lipan Apache ancestry, born in Galveston, Texas and raised on the south side of Chicago. As a social justice activist for many years Ms. Galván Rodríguez worked as a community and labor organizer, for the United Farm Workers of America AFL-CIO and other community based organizations and served on various city/county boards and commissions. She is the author of three books of poetry, of which Migratory Birds: New and Noted Poems is her latest edition. Her creative writing, both fiction and poetry, has been published in Reinventing the Enemy's Language: Contemporary Native American Women's Writings of North America; New Chicana / Chicano Writing: 1& 2; Here is my kingdom: Hispanic-American literature and art for young people, and in many other literary journals, and anthologies.

From 1998 – 2000 Odilia taught creative writing at the East Bay Institute for Urban Arts in Oakland California an art program for young people ages 15 – 23 whose goal it was to empower inner-city youth to become artists and activists; she has most recently worked as the English Edition Editor for Tricontinental Magazine, in Havana, Cuba under OSPAAAL an NGO, a non-governmental organization, with consultative status to the United Nations. She is also one of the facilitators of Poets Responding to SB1070 a Facebook page dedicated to calling attention to the unjust laws recently passed in Arizona which target Latinos.

Ms. Galván Rodríguez is hard at work on two books of poetry and a collection of short stories, and offers Empowering People Through Creative Writing workshops internationally.

5 comments:

julito77 said...

The Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez is indeed a sag to say the least. Don't know if your readers would be interested, but we had the chance to interview her online at Being Latino:

http://beinglatino.wordpress.com/2010/12/27/the-social-media-saga-of-alisa-valdes-rodriguez/

To discuss the issues surrounding what has transpired.

Manuel Ramos said...

Great list that Teresa put together. Please note that I reviewed "Breathing, In Dust" and interviewed Tim Z. Hernandez for La Bloga on June 8, 2010.

msedano said...

review now linked in revised column. thanks for the update. hope i didn't miss others.

mvs

jmu said...

The brouhaha between Alisa and "Encanto Productions" is interesting to say the least. Alisa claims that her story and sexual orientation has been turned into trash. Not surprisingly, she is outraged and has let it be known a los cuatro vientos. So who are her adversaries? Can they be considered to be "our own?" All of them seem to owe their position to George Lopez. Shouldn't this have been a red-flag during negotiations? After reading all I could find about the principals elsewhere (and then finding Mr. Varela's fine report), I can only say that no one who creates anything should trust others, even "our own," to be faithful to their vision in an adaptation. Get it all in writing and vetted by a good lawyer!!

Chuy Ramirez said...

Thank you for your support!
-Chuy Ramirez
firsttexaspublishers@gmail.com