Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Review: Andean Express

Juan de Recacoechea, translated by Adrian Althoff. Andean Express. NY: Akashic Books, 2009.
ISBN-13: 978-1-933354-72-9

With summer’s end on the near horizon, there’s still time to get in a good beach read, especially if the book in hand is a fast read, short, and a lot of fun. This is what’s in store for readers who pick up Adrian Althoff’s flowing translation of Juan de Recacoechea’s Andean Express from noir publisher par excellence Akashic Books. In fact, with all its conspiratorial machinations, murder, motives, perversity, bizarre events, and brevity, it’s a pleasure to recognize Andean Express as a sparkling example of what I’m calling light noir. Not heavy, not mindlessly silly, just the right book to pass a quick few hours by the pool, in an airplane, or a train ride over the Andes.

It is January 1952. The Bolivian school year has ended and 18 year old Ricardo Beintigoitia is boarding the overnight train headed from landlocked La Paz to the coastal resort port of Arica, Chile. Riding first class, he’s sharing his sleeping compartment with a Franciscan padre. Other passengers include his pimp uncle; another pimp known as The Marquis; an itinerant gambler, Ruiz; a Russian émigré; an Irish employee of the Bolivian railroad; and a highly unpopular fellow, Nazario Alderete. Later we meet a mysterious one-legged man named Rocha, who keeps to his compartment.

Then there are the women.

Ricardo recognizes eighteen year old Gulietta from a brief encounter in Buenos Aires. Like Ricardo, Gulietta’s a recent high school graduate, but she’s on her honeymoon. The teenager has been married off by her impoverished society class mother to the forty-something nouveau riche Alderete. Doña Clara, Gulietta’s mother, has joined the strange bedfellows couple, whom we learn, have yet to consummate their union. Shortly we meet other women: the Irishman’s wife, Lourdes; a free-spirited circus contortionist; Anita, La Paz’ most famous high class madam.

Not that the names are important. For the most part the cast of characters provide the backdrop for Ricardo and Gulietta’s star-crossed tryst.

Gulietta, who turns nauseous at Alderete's touch, has yet to allow him his way with her body. She makes up her mind she will lose her virginity to Ricardo, only then succumbing to her husband’s disgusting advances. Gulietta advances on Ricardo, a n’er-do-well by reputation and avocation, who reciprocates with little thought to the prospect of being caught out by the angry husband. Alderete even confronts Ricardo, reading his wife’s frequent eye contact with the boy, advising Ricardo that yearn as he might, Alderete is the husband who will possess the girl’s body at his own convenience.

Ricardo’s confidence comes of being in on the plot hatched by his male associates. Because Alderete has cheated several of them out of property by fleecing them in poker games, their plan is to engage the scorned groom in a poker game and cheat him out of a fortune. Even worse, Alderete’s criminal dishonesty cheated Doña Clara’s husband out of his fortune, hastening Alderete’s would-be father-in-law to an early grave. And Gulietta knows it. The late-night poker game will provide Gulietta the time she needs to complete her mission.

De Recacoechea wastes no time setting the poker game plot into motion then drops a bombshell. The one-legged man is an assassin, hired to kill Alderete. The one-legged man waits in his compartment for the signal, then drops out of the plot until the appointed hour.

The successful poker con goes off faster than expected, however, and the horny Alderete, infuriated at his humiliation at the taunts of his rivals, rages off to the sleeper cars to find his wife and force himself on her if that’s what it takes. When Gulietta isn’t in her mother’s compartment, Alderete crashes into Ricardo’s compartment and sees the two of them naked and aroused.

Ricardo is overwhelmed with guilt, thinking Alderete’s death resulted from witnessing the scene of his naked wife with the obnoxious Ricardo. The reader knows, however, that the one-legged man has gladly done the bidding of his employer. As the plot winds down to the sea, the only unknown element is the identity of the murderer by proxy. Who hired Rocha, one of the men? One of the women? As the plot has thickened, de Recacoechea has planted hints giving motive to several of the characters. I won’t spoil the fun nor a reader’s guessing game to discern the identity of Rocha’s employer. If one reads to the serious matter underlying the silliness, the identity will be readily discerned.

The reader owes special thanks to Adrian Althoff’s translation. It gets right to the heart of the matter, the story, and doesn’t divagate into attempts to give a flavor of the original language. None of the technique of printing something in italicized Spanish then translating in a useless apposition that interrupts the flow. I guess Althoff added a couple of “he said in English” tags to let readers know the upper-class Spanish speaker used a code-switch in the original, but for the most part, Althoff’s presence is almost completely invisible and Andean Express, originally titled Altiplano Express, reads as if it had been composed originally in English. Special thanks also must go to Akashic Books’ policy of bringing Spanish language noir mystery to the United States market including such gems as Paco Taibo and Subcomandante Marcos’ The Uncomfortable Dead, and Daniel Chavarría’s Adios Muchachos. It would be a wonderful addition to Akashic’s catalog to bring facing page translations to market. What a treat that would be!


From the altiplano to the sea to all of La Bloga, that’s the antepenultimate Tuesday of August. A Tuesday like any other Tuesday, except You Are Here. Thank you for visiting La Bloga.

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Monday, August 17, 2009

Interview with Gregg Barrios

Rancho Pancho, a play by former Los Angeles Times journalist and San Antonio playwright Gregg Barrios, is about the short-lived but intense relationship between playwright Tennessee Williams and South Texan Pancho Rodriguez from 1946-1947. The other characters are Carson McCullers (with whom Williams and Pancho shared a summer home in Nantucket), and pioneer stage director Margo Jones (who was in P-town for Brando’s Streetcar audition.)

Barrios based his play in part on previously unknown correspondence between Williams and Pancho. Williams used his relationship with the volatile Pancho as a model for the character of Stanley Kowalski and his relationship with both Blanche and Stella in A Streetcar Named Desire. Barrios chose the name of the play from the fact that Williams dubbed their home together “Rancho Pancho,” wherever they happened to be living. As previously noted on La Bloga, Rancho Pancho was presented in collaboration with Classic Theatre of San Antonio and was directed by Diane Malone. The Hansen Publishing Group has now published Rancho Pancho in paperback.

Gregg Barrios very kindly agreed to sit down with La Bloga and answer a few a questions about his play.

DANIEL OLIVAS: To be honest, until I read your play, I knew nothing of Tennessee Williams' relationship with Pancho Rodriguez. Are you surprised by this admission? Have others admitted this to you?

GREGG BARRIOS: I am not surprised. In fact, that was my impetus to write this secret history. I too didn’t believe the story when I first heard it. Even after I meeting Pancho and his twin brother Juancho in New Orleans in 1972 while teaching at Loyola University, I couldn’t get them to open up about the relationship. Nor could I engage Tenn into discussing the relationship when I met him soon afterward. So I figured the whole thing was fabricated or wildly exaggerated – a fiction.

Only after both Tenn and Pancho were dead, did I return to the idea when I read director Elia Kazan’s autobiography. Kazan who directed both stage and screen version of A Streetcar Named Desire reports an altercation between Tenn and Pancho while Streetcar was in rehearsal. Kazan used the incident to understand the dynamic of the play that was eluding him: “If Tenn was Blanche, then Pancho was Stanley.” And he was then able to direct the play in earnest. That too became my mantra as I began my research armed with the knowledge that their relationship had been real.

Of course once I began knocking on people’s doors to learn more, I was told by Williams’ scholars and biographers – and friends - that I was confusing Pancho with Frank Merlo, Williams longtime partner after Rodriguez.

Even more amazing was discovering that Pancho was from Eagle Pass, Texas, just a hop and a skip from Crystal City, Texas, flagship capital of La Raza Unida, where I had taught drama and journalism for eight years. Ultimately, my good friend the actor Peter Gonzalez - who is from the area, and starred as the young Fellini in Roma – related that Pancho was his uncle. He made contact with the Rodriguez family possible. Small world, verdad?

OLIVAS: The play is quite funny at times. Did you intend this or did this element naturally flow from the characters involved?

BARRIOS: In many of the Q&A’s that we have after a performance, I start out by asking the audience, “Did you find it funny?”

Humor is the dramatist’s saving grace. It’s an important ingredient. There has to be a balance. Heaven forbid, that life would be grim and unrelenting. Oscar Wilde used humor in the face of outrageous fortune. And Tenn and Pancho used humor, call it camp if you like, but it is in the humor that you can see the love and the bond, and then understand why the loss of love and separation become so tragic.

That harkens to the still modern Cervantes who used comedy in El Quijote to tell the sad tale of his “mad” caballero.

OLIVAS: One of my favorite scenes in the play is when Marlon Brando makes a cameo. Was it difficult to write lines for such an iconic actor?

BARRIOS: Well, as Tennessee says in the play, “You have to write what you know.” And as Pancho says about the Stanley character, “I just think there might be a little bit of me in him.” Actually, I have Brando off-stage during his cameo for the simple reason that having an actor portray him might have dashed the audience’s expectations. We all have our own idea of what Brando was like so don’t spoil the magic. Actually, the real Brando did repair the electricity and plumbing at Rancho Pancho on that fated day. Hilarious.

We had the actor Bennie Briseño who portrayed Pancho make a recording of his interpretation of Brando doing Stanley - sort of a mirror looking into the mirror, etc. It was quite effective especially when Pancho eavesdrops while Brando’s audition is taking place off-stage. It is also very moving.

OLIVAS: Pancho is, in many ways, a tragic figure, someone who could have become quite famous if he were alive today. Do you agree or am I just reading something into the play that isn't there?

BARRIOS: Jijole, that’s hard to answer. In the context of the play, he is a tragic figure. I don’t think he would have been famous if he were alive today. He kept his relationship with Williams under wraps. He wasn’t one to kiss and tell. And you have to add to that mix, the entire stigma attached to gay Latinos by the culture. And when I finally got Juancho his brother to open up about the affair, he too was reluctant.

Pancho was booted out of the military during WWII after serving two years in the South Pacific because he dared confide with an officer about his sexuality.

It is “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” happening 40 years before our present military policy. As a result, he received no GI benefits and he couldn’t face his family. That’s why I included the scene where Pancho while tooling around in Irene Mayer Selznick’s convertible gives a ride to a hitch-hiking Audie Murphy, the most decorated soldier of WWII, and laments not his own fate, but the way Murphy was treated in Hollywood, The irony is devastating.

Another aspect of Pancho’s openness is the debate over gay marriage. He tells Tenn in the play – as he did in real life and in his letters – that Williams is the one he wants to share his life with “para siempre.” If that isn’t a heart-breaking marriage proposal then what is?

What many people don’t know but as the play gets produced in other venues and other media (I wish I could talk about this, but my lips are sealed), they might come to know the true history of Pancho Rodriguez.

I have a proposal for a short Penguin Lives style biography of Pancho under consideration. In my research, I acquired a sizable trove of letters, photos, and personal mementos from his life. I truly believe we have to write our own stories many of which have been usurped and appropriated by others.

As Sal Castro tells his students in the film Walkout: “We were at Gettysburg during the Civil War, but you won’t find us in the history book. Why?” Ditto the recent flap about the absence of Latinos in Ken Burns’ The War. And I would add, we were at the creation of one of the greatest plays of the 20th century, but you’d never know it.

Pancho figures in the forthcoming second volume of the definitive biography Tom – The Unknown Tennessee Williams by the late Lyle Leverich. The book’s publisher signed New Yorker drama critic John Lahr to write the second volume, tentatively titled Tennessee. And in conversation with Lahr, he has expressed great interest in restoring the profound influence Pancho had on Williams.

For my part, I have started a Tenn Trilogy: Three plays about Williams. Rancho Pancho is the first. Tennessee Mon Amour the second and The City that Time Forgot the third.

I have finished the first and the third and am halfway through the second. The last play takes place thirty years after the breakup chronicled in Rancho Pancho. It opens as Tenn and Pancho meet in New Orleans on Jackson Square – just a block from the house where they lived and where Williams wrote Streetcar. It’s all based on a true encounter. It’s both hilarious and heart-breaking.

OLIVAS: Was it difficult getting "Rancho Pancho" produced for the stage? Were you surprised by the critical acclaim it received? Did you edit the play after watching the play performed?

BARRIOS: It wasn’t as difficult getting it produced, as it was time-consuming. The writing was the easiest part. Researching and getting the voices right took the most time. I got a Gateways-Ford Foundation grant through the Guadalupe Cultural Arts Center in San Antonio to develop the play – a commission of sorts.

The play went through several readings and each time I found ways to make it leaner. I originally had Juancho, Pancho’s twin brother as a character and narrator.

After we presented the play as a staged reading in San Antonio and New Orleans, we got excellent feedback. I was privileged to work with director Diane Malone who gave the best advice during this editing process. In many ways she was also the play’s dramaturge.

When I sent the script to the Provincetown Tennessee Williams Theatre Festival last year, they were pleased with my rewrites and accepted it as the only play in the festival not written by Williams.

I approached several Los Angeles theaters to consider producing it at the P-town festival, but most felt they didn’t have sufficient time or funding to mount a production and then travel to the festival.

Luckily, Malone was involved in a new theater company, The Classic Theatre of San Antonio. They agreed to mount a full production and then move it to P-Town.

I was not surprised by the positive critical response to the play, I was however overwhelmed by the enthusiastic response from the diverse audience – young and old, gay and straight, people of color and blue-haired doyennes. The theater had wrap around lines and some had to sit on folding chairs, it was so packed.

At the time, I wondered if the passionate response was due to the audience seeing themselves in the character of Pancho or if they were seeing a play that doesn’t pull any punches in portraying the love and sex life of a homosexual relationship. After all, San Antonio is still considered a conservative little town by many – even in the arts community.

In Provincetown, the thing that totally amazed me and I still treasure is that the audience composed of mainly New York City and P-town fans of Williams was so enthusiastic that they applauded after each scene. Unheard of.

Plus the San Antonio Express-News sent their theater critic Deborah Martin to review the play, and we got our rare notices the next morning via email as our cast and crew went to have “coffee” with Eli Wallach and his wife Anne Jackson.

OLIVAS: How did you go about getting the play published in book form?

BARRIOS: Months before taking the play to the P-Town, I was introduced to Jon Hansen of Hansen Publishing, who had published works – mostly scholarly and historical – about Williams. We discussed a T-shirt and a poster and then he suggested doing a souvenir publication of the script as a one-time thing.

Well, once the play moved into a more central position at the festival and the notices from the San Antonio production were glowing, we were suddenly on the Festival poster - front and center. And once the audiences at P-Town saw the play, we were on a roll.

Later, Jon and I brainstormed and he decided to do a trade edition of the play. And the more we talked, he decided to launch a new series: Hansen Drama. Rancho Pancho is the first of drama scripts that Hansen will publish.

Since then, we have discovered a very receptive audience eager to read new plays that perhaps they have no way of experiencing live. Once long ago, major publishers used to release reader’s editions of plays. Hopefully, that tradition will now find a new audience.

You don’t know what a thrill it was to go Barnes and Noble at Lincoln Center in New York City and have a friend ask for Rancho Pancho by title and be told: “That’s a new play by Gregg Barrios. You can find it on third floor, performing arts under drama between Albee and Beckett.” And there it was.

Better still, Hansen is publishing my new collection of poetry La Causa in October. I am blessed to have found a publisher who respects my work and hope that our literary relationship continues to flourish and prosper.

OLIVAS: Mil gracias, Gregg, for spending time with La Bloga.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Art-o-mat®--My Saint of Devotion for Five Dollars

Liz Vega

Among the things that I remember fondly from my smoking phase, back in the late 80's, are cigarette vending machines. In particular, I remember the one at Commerce Casino where my friends and I would go listen to "Wasted Days and Wasted Nights" blaring loudly from a jukebox while we drank and smoked. I loved the anonymity that a vending machine provided. I just pulled on the lever and no one needed to know that I picked Newport Menthols over Virginia Slims even if we had come a long way, baby! I was smitten by the vending machine.

These machines started being retired from public spaces in the mid 90's. Imagine my delight when two years ago as a late thirty-something touring the Crocker Art Museum in Sacramento, I spotted one, next to the gift shop. My youngest daughter, Xitlali, who was five at the time, saw it first.


"what the heck is this machine, mama?"


--"Ahhh, young grasshopper, this is a....a.....a?"


Upon closer inspection I realized I was staring at a vending machine that instead of dispensing cigarettes, dispensed art. An art vending machine? Was this an installation in itself? But where was the description? Who was the artist? How did this work? Who thought of this? Could anyone pull on the lever? And could this be even better than Homies? I had to find out!

I rushed back to the gift store, and like a Chicana Scheherazade bombarded the attendant with a thousand and one questions. His enthusiasm for what he told me was an Art-o-mat® was infectious. He explained that these Art-o-mat® machines were scattered across the country. Each dispensing works of art by different artists. The work is mini-sized, the size of a cigarette pack (ingenious!) and the cost is only five dollars and tax.

I purchased five tokens from the store and asked my daughter Gaby to join us. I was buying some art and damned if I wasn't going to inculcate in my daughters the beauty of owning an original work of art. We placed our hands on the smooth, knobby lever and pulled with all our might. With each pull, we waited in anticipation for the melodious clunk as each piece dropped to the bottom receptacle. This was not only a visual, but an auditory experience and once we had it in our hands it was a tactile one as well. In every sense it involved all the senses.
I let the kids each pick one and because I am the boss, and life isn’t fair I got three to their one. My favorite was a pewter life-size reproduction of a saltine cracker by an artist named Herbert Hoover.

After experiencing the Art-o-mat® in Sacramento I became its devotee. I love that it makes art accessible to anyone as it can be found in museums, as well as health food stores, public libraries, and even hair salons. I also like that it's very egalitarian in that all artwork can be acquired for the same price regardless of whether the artist is emerging or established.

The idea was first conceived by Clark Whittington of Winston-Salem, NC and originally created as an installation. In 1997, Artists in Cellophane (A.I.C.) was formed to become the sponsoring organization of Art-o-mat® and further develop the concept of taking art and "repackaging" it to make it a part of daily life. Today, there are more than 400 artists represented in 90 different art-o-mats across the country.

Whenever I visit a new place I check to see if there is an Art-o-mat® nearby and make it a point to stop by and acquire new pieces to add to my collection. I have amassed a pretty unique art collection that is a fun conversation starter and lets me learn about local as well as international artists. One of the newer artists in cellophane is Dhimas Santos Baez, whom I recently befriended on facebook and hails from the Dominican Republic. Some of his work has beautiful, whimsical, Chagallesque qualities. I promise to write more about Dhimas on a future column when I become more familiar with his oeuvre. In the meantime, here is a picture to whet your appetite. I hope to see more Raza join A.I.C. as this is a great way to have your work reach a wider audience. To learn more about Art-o-mat® and to find a location to experience one I invite you to visit the website: http://www.artomat.org/

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Another case of American racism?

guest post by Alvaro Huerta, doctoral student at UC Berkeley

Americans love to claim the death of racism. Conservatives in particular commonly posit that there’s no further need for affirmative action or so-called special treatment of racialminorities in higher education, government jobs and other areas, given the progress made in this country.

As someone who grew up in East Los Angeles housing projects, who attended elite universities--UCLA and now UC Berkeley--I often hear the “end-of-racism” claim in graduate seminars, academic conferences and in the news from conservatives, politicians and average Americans. Now that we’ve elected a black president, conservative political pundits argue racism has been defeated. The nomination of the first Latina to the Supreme Court, the argument goes, represents the end of discrimination in the U.S.

While millions of Americans were finally relieved to put racism in the dustbin of history, washing away all of that whiteguilt from over two hundred years of slavery, Jim Crow, segregation of racial minorities in barrios and ghettoes, white-flight to the suburbs, lack of minorities in higher education and high concentrations of minorities in prisons, here comes black Harvard scholar Henry Loius Gates Jr. to spoil the “victory party."

How dare the 58-year-old, black professor enter his house without a key and allegedly demand the name of the arresting officer? Doesn’t he know that providing proof of employment and residence doesn’t suffice for a black man in a white-dominated university town?

Sarcasm aside, what bothers me most about the national discourse surrounding the arrest of this prominent black man centers on how blame is being equally distributed on both parties, Cambridge police James Crowley and Harvard Professor Gates. If only both parties had acted rationally, many Americans assert, including President Obama after retreating from his assertion that the Cambridge police “acted stupidly,” then this “regrettable” incident could’ve been avoided.

Nothing can be further from the truth.

Based on the information provided to the public, it’s clear to me that we’re talking about an unequal power relation where Crowley abused his power by arresting Gates. On the one hand, we have a white police officer with a gun, with backup at his disposal, while, on the other, we have a 58-year-old black man in his own home, posing a danger to no one.

In addition, a recently released 911 tape shows that the woman caller, Lucia Whalen, stated she was not sure if the two men who forced their way into the house were actually breaking in or just had a problem with a key. Now, if these two men, one described by Whalen as someone who “looked kind of Hispanic” were actually breaking into the house in broad daylight through the front door, why did she patiently wait outside for the police to arrive?

Based on this scenario, the only issue the Crowley needed to resolve was whether Gates actually lived in the yellow house on Ware Street by obtaining proper identification. What was the need for Crowley to call campus police once Gates provided his Harvard ID and driver’s license, something Crowley writes in his police report? His report reminds me of high school bully who goes to the principal’s office and plays the role of victim.

Apparently, Crowley was just “doing his job” and represents a victim of verbal abuse by an elderly black man, claiming that Gates called him a racist and said to him, “Yah, I’ll speak with your mama outside.” For a moment I thought Crowley was talking about the rapper Snoop Dogg and not a respected professor from an Ivy League university.

While I found many contradictions in Crowley’s report, for the sake of argument let’s say Gates called him a racist and launched a “yo mama” joke at him. What kind of country do we live in where you--whether a professor or janitor--can be arrested in your own home for expressing how you feel to an authority figure, despite not posing a threat? Should we then arrest all the conservatives who called Supreme Court nominee Sonia Sotomayor a racist?

Finally, if Crowley told the truth in this report, why were the charges immediately dropped? This makes no sense. If Gates broke the law, as Crowley maintains without apology, he should be prosecuted regardless of his privileged status as a Harvard professor.

Instead of being invited to drink some beers with Gates, Vice-President Biden and President Obama at the White House, Crowley should be investigated to determine whether he broke the law for filing a false police report and unjustifiably arresting a black man who just happens to be a distinguished scholar, in his own home.

Friday, August 14, 2009

New from Rudolfo Anaya


The Essays
Rudolfo Anaya
Foreword by Robert Con Davis-Undiano
University of Oklahoma Press

The publisher's announcement:

“The storyteller’s gift is my inheritance,” writes Rudolfo Anaya in his essay Shaman of Words. Although he is best known for Bless Me, Ultima and other novels, his writing also takes the form of nonfiction, and in these 52 essays he draws on both his heritage as a Mexican American and his gift for storytelling. Besides tackling issues such as censorship, racism, education, and sexual politics, Anaya explores the tragedies and triumphs of his own life.

Collected here are Anaya’s published essays. Despite his wide acclaim as the founder of Chicano literature, no previous volume has attempted to gather Anaya’s nonfiction into one edition. A companion to The Man Who Could Fly and Other Stories, the collection of Anaya’s short stories, The Essays is an essential anthology for followers of Anaya and those interested in Chicano literature.

Pieces such as Requiem for a Lowrider, La Llorona, El Kookoóee, and Sexuality, and An American Chicano in King Arthur’s Court take the reader from the llano of eastern New Mexico, where Anaya grew up, to the barrios of Albuquerque, and from the devastating diving accident that nearly ended his life at sixteen to the career he has made as an author and teacher. The point is not autobiography, although a life story is told, nor is it advocacy, although Anaya argues persuasively for cultural change. Instead, the author provides shrewd commentary on modern America in all its complexity. All the while, he employs the elegant, poetic voice and the interweaving of myth and folklore that inspire his fiction. “Stories reveal our human nature and thus become powerful tools for insight and revelation,” writes Anaya. This collection of prose offers abundant new insight and revelation.

Rudolfo Anaya is Professor Emeritus of English at the University of New Mexico. He has received numerous literary awards, including the Premio Quinto Sol and a National Medal of Arts. Anaya and his wife reside in Albuquerque. Robert Con Davis-Undiano, Dean of the Honors College at the University of Oklahoma and Executive Director of World Literature Today, is Neustadt Professor of Comparative Literature.
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Anaya has been heavily involved in the Big Read project of the National Endowment for the Arts, including an immensely popular workshop presentation of his play based on Bless Me, Ultima produced by El Centro Su Teatro in Denver. The NEA has posted on its website two versions of A Conversation with Rudolfo Anaya, a film by Lawrence Bridges. You can watch the videos at this link.

The conversation is excellent; I recommend spending the time to watch the video, especially if you are a writer, to gain insight into the process Anaya has used to produce his timeless art and to understand how his intimate relationship with the natural world and his cultural history have infused his writing with the voice and heart of his beloved llano.

Here is the short version of the film:






That's it for this week.

Later.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

SILENCE AND POETRY

I'm getting ready to go on a silent retreat, so I turn to poetry to quiet the soul in preparation. Here's a poem by Miguel Gonzalez-Gerth, from his bilingual collection of the same title:

LOOKING FOR THE HORSE LATITUDES

(after the painting Rooms by the Sea by Edward Hopper)

Something unseen weighs heavy.

on the resilience of the mind.

The usual apparitions

have all been exorcised.

The sea that seemed at first

to hesitate has come

at last into the rooms

leaving in the dark a wedge of light.

It's there -somewhere-

a spectral springboard

from which one might jump

into the sea.

and yet drown in the sky?

Or else fall to the ocean floor

where unconfessed anxiety

can find oblivion?

So many things are heard

and yet are never said.

What solitude! What endless prize

of isolation that is not,

surprisingly, bereft!

Such silence can be seen.

It begs response and scatters

glimmers of reflection.

Here lies the telltale vacancy,

the vacant compass.

The emptiness that lures and cries

with mirror-like precision,

the essence that absorbs all substance,

inverted vision turned aright

past the axiometer's reflection.

Could one fall into color

and dissolve in sheer liquidity?

Is space the pure and primal

ruler of our eye,

so that no surge can lead

to anywhere but there,

to preordained discovery?

Those people, yes, the crowds

who are not here, they are so lonely

they crave the mystery

that can present the future of the past.

They are so lonely, and thus a door

has been left open quietly

that they and we and all can gaze

into the sound and some day,

when weary of the walls of time,

set sail and ride the wind toward the night.


I think my soul is now more alert than ever...

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Coming Soon- My New Books

René Colato Laínez

I want to share with La Bloga readers my new books. Look for them on line or in your favorite bookstore.


October 31, 2009

Illustrated by Fabiola Graullera Ramírez

* Publisher: Pinata Books
* ISBN-10: 1558855300
* ISBN-13: 978-1558855304

An engaging bilingual picture book about a boy’s clever efforts to help his classmates understand a Hispanic cultural tradition

Young René is from El Salvador, and he doesn't understand why his name has to be different in the United States. His new classmates giggle when René tells them his name. "That's a long dinosaur name," one says. "Your name is longer than an anaconda," another laughs. But René doesn't want to lose the part of him that comes from his mother's family.

This charming bilingual picture book for children ages 4 - 8 combines the winning team of author René Colato Laínez and illustrator Fabiola Graullera Ramírez, and follows their award-winning collaboration, I Am René, the Boy / Soy René, el niño. With whimsical illustrations and entertaining text, this sequel is sure to please fans and gain many new ones while explaining an important Hispanic cultural tradition.

March 23, 2010

Illustrated by Tom Lintern

* Publisher: Tricycle Press
* ISBN-10: 1582462968
*ISBN-13: 978-1582462967

What will happen when two legends battle for one lost tooth?

In the United States, the Tooth Fairy visits children and leaves a coin in exchange for a tooth. In Spain and Latin America, the charming and adventurous mouse El Ratón Pérez collects children’s teeth.

And what happens when they both arrive to claim the tooth of Miguelito, a Mexican-American boy? Look out!

This fantastical tale introduces a legendary Latino character to an American audience and provides a fresh, multicultural take on the familiar childhood experience of losing one’s tooth.


2010/2011

Illustrated by Fabricio Vanden Broeck

*Publisher: Boyds Mills Press
*ISBN-10: 1590783859

Mario is leaving his home in El Salvador. With his father by his side, he is going north to join his mother, who lives in the United States. She has sent Mario a new pair of shoes, and he is thrilled. He will need good shoes because the trip will be long and hard. He and his father will cross the borders of three countries. They will walk for miles, ride buses, climb mountains and wade a river.

Mario has faith in his shoes. He believes they will take him anywhere. On this day, he wants to go to the United States, where his family will be reunited.

René Colato Laínez’s inspiring story, dramatically illustrated by Fabricio Vanden Broeck, vividly portrays a boy who strives to reach a new land and a new life.