One of the most interesting developments north of Frederick Douglass Circle, in New York City, is the establishment of a new– bilingual!– bookstore in El Barrio, (East Harlem). It hasn’t quite opened yet, but I’ll be following their progress, hopefully along with many other writers. The name is La Casa Azul Bookstore, owned by the … Continue reading
Last semester, Fall 2010, when I taught Latin American Literature at the JSM Institute/CUNY, I reviewed my syllabus for this course very carefully, as it is one I love to teach. I love it because the span of growth of LatinAm Lit swells in late 19th and 20th centuries, and encompasses my favorite writers, my … Continue reading
Poem I: Culinary Insecurity When you don’t cook you think you can’t ever make lovers close their eyes while they taste your bisque or neighbors mmh-hm as they bite borscht bits of red and cream. When you don’t cook your guests blink at the size of the crab cake on their plate can’t possibly- and- oh it’s gone. But you don’t cook and you think: “Fluke.” I’ll never have this much luck … Continue reading
“Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time, the very walls are permeated by their creative force, which has, indeed so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes and business and politics.” Virginia Woolf, from A Room Of One’s … Continue reading
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