by
Ernest Hogan
The
lizard on the ceiling is still watching over me. Or maybe I’m
hallucinating. Those fumes at work yesterday because of the
remodeling were something.
I’m
tempted to do a stream-of-consciousness rant about the latest
developments in the election, and the new literary movement that
spoinked out of American
Dirt pendejada
when it’s just the media finally noticing Latinoid writers like we
just snuck across the border while in reality we’ve been around for
a long time and they just haven’t been seeing us . . .
The
lizard moved again. It’s not hibernating. Just moving really slow.
And
there are other things, good things happening.
Like
my contributor’s copy of American Monsters Part Two (Part
One being about South America) making its way from Merry Olde England
to Wild and Wooly Arizona.
My
story, “Cuca” about a luchadora, the monsters of Aztlán, and
21st century culture come together in the sixth volume of a series of
coffee table books from Fox Spirit Books about monsters from all over
this crazy planet. Chicano fiction crashes a global monster bash!
In
a gorgeous book with classy illustrations, it will jazz up your
coffee table and show your guests that you're hip to monsters.
Ya
gotta know your monsters. Especially when a lot of them are running
for office.
Uh-oh,
the lizard moved again. It’s getting closer . . .
Ernest Hogan is not just a Chicano cyberpunk.¡Viva Myriam Gurba!
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