I’m from South Texas. I’ve taken Chicano literature courses. I’ve helped organize symposiums featuring Mexican and Mexican-American authors. But I had never heard of Amado Muro.
At the New Yorker, Francisco Goldman tackles the malaise shadowing his favorite city in the world: Mexico City feels different these days. Its usual vibrancy has been muted, and not only because…
I have so many questions for Cruz. Does she know the whole story about this painting? Did she attend catechism and Mass at Tía Zenaida’s house? Does she know why we took the painting from Las Nieves?
Even before there was a war in Ciudad Juárez, I remember that Juárez had the feel of a war zone. It wasn’t until I visited Detroit for the first time that I rediscovered this feeling all over again.
Prior to launching The Rumpus, during our test phase, we ran this incredible, thorough, and thoughtful review of Roberto Bolano’s 2666 by Michael Berger. Today seemed like a good day…