The Americans entered the town of Carrizal late in the afternoon of the second day following, their horses festooned with the reeking scalp of the Tiguas. This town had fallen almost to ruin. Many of the houses stood empty and the presidio was collapsing back into the earth out of which it had been raised and the inhabitants seemed themselves made vacant by old terrors. They watched the passing of that bloodstained argony through their streets with dark and solemn eyes. Those riders seemed journeyed from a legendary world and they left behind a strange tainture like an afterimage on the eye and the air they disturbed was altered and electric…
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Cormac McCarthy and Malcolm Lowry
In February, 2013, I moved into a room in the home of an aging psychoanalyst in Cuernavaca, Mexico. My room was in the back and included a glass-walled porch hat hung over a deep gorge or, in Spanish, a barranca. I meant to work on Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian but quickly found myself otherwise preoccupied…
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Graduate Conference, April 11, 2014
Our four panels this year were “Natives and Migrants,” “Bilingualisms,” “Ethnographies of Material Life,” and “The Environmental Turn,” also workshops with Gordon Hutner, Editor, American Literary History, and Lan Samantha Chang, Director, Iowa Writers’ Workshop.