Monthly Archives: May 2012

Tales of despair

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Technology (Photo credit: david__jones)

Honestly, I don’t know what possessed me to start reading Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales. Sure, I’ve read it before and I wasn’t that fond of it either. But I always felt ashamed by my not liking it that much.

It may be the verse thing. The same happened last year when I re-read Beowulf, and Lancelot, the Knight of the Cart. I don’t want to think that the problem is the Medieval period literature because I don’t want to give up reading medieval literature.

I did manage to laugh out loud more than once, and to recognize some influences in later writers, but most of all I found it cryptic. For me it’s quite shameful that I’m extremely moved by Romantic and Realistic narrative, but totally unmoved by Medieval one. Someday I’ll say why.

Or maybe, just maybe all lies in the fact that poetry is not my thing.

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RIP Carlos Fuentes

Carlos Fuentes.

Carlos Fuentes. (Photo credit: A. Bouirabdane)

He was a Boom writer. He was a Gothic writer. He was THE writer.

I’ve discovered Carlos Fuentes during my punk days and I instantly fell in love with him.  He’s one of the reasons I don’t feel like writing prose in Spanish; I’d never write like him.

Last Tuesday when I read news of his passing, I stopped reading every else and reread Aura, Fuentes’ famous novella and my all time favorite. There’s no other way to honor a beloved author.

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Happy Mother’s Day!

The c. 1916 image in red shows a seated young mother with her baby, and a puppy.

This project wouldn’t be possible without my mom’s support. She was my first reader, my first fan, and the one who keeps encouraging me to meet my goals.

She’s such a mom that she’ll move in for the summer so I can finish my story and work in some other project I’ve been talking her about. And she’ll do it too because I’m having a bit of separation anxiety since my tiny little baby isn’t the baby I think she is and will start school next Fall. I know we’re talking preschool here but she’s been my day-to-day companion for almost four years and although she’s mature enough to start socializing, I’m the one who’s not ready. So my mother is moving in for my sake. Isn’t she a doll?

This is an example of why mothers deserve a special day.

To all the mothers, madres, mères out there: Happy Mother’s Day!

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