Tenochtitlán,
that is known to Western Civilization as Mexico City, is one of the
lost (in that Gringolandia does its best to ignore its existence)
metropolises of North America, is our planet's largest urban complex,
was founded by the Aztecs, and is teeming with universes of mythology on
streets where you find the true meaning of magic realism. I'm a bit
obsessed. I wrote a book about it. I like to read books about it. The
first two novels of Silvia Moreno-Garcia, “Mexican by birth,
Canadian by inclination,” delighted me.

species from all over the planet that can give any other fictional blood-suckers a run for their money. And they hold up when shown next to gritty, modern realities, and remind me more of walking Tenochtitlán's streets among the blind beggars, fire-eaters, and snake-charmers than watching old movies. I personally would like to see more of these characters and this world.
I highly recommend
both these books, realizing that they are outside the usual white
middle-class comfort zone of the New York publishing industry. They
may disturb those looking for light reading, and the characters aren't
“likable” suburbanites. But reading about them makes me smell Mexico
City, which makes me homesick and fires the imagination.
I think that's a
good thing.
And
later this year, Moreno-Garcia has another book coming out, The Beautiful Ones!
Ernest Hogan is the author of High Aztech
and stories in Latin@ Rising and The Jewish Mexican Literary Review.
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