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Being rich is no picnic. It’s no good to be wealthy, especially in Mexico. You get what I’m saying? It’s no good!
When people talk to me, they suck up to me, all smiles and flattery: It’s señora Tinif…
Contributor:
Abraham Weisbaum
Places:
Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1959
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There’s a stale, sour stench: a miscellany of heaped-up vegetables and fruits, cheese, fried fish, sweaty bodies, thighs, urine, and belching drunks. The smell sneaks harsh but titillating into the…
Contributor:
Meir Corona
Places:
Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1939
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The alphabet doesn’t have enough letters, you say, to form the names of so many inexpressible feelings, unexpressed for lack of words, and I say to you that we don’t have enough life, that too much…
Contributor:
Esther Seligson
Places:
Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1973
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Old Levi turned his face away that was so easily stained by tears. Again, he felt a twinge of longing for his terrestrial home. How strange it was, this longing for a miserable land where one had…
Contributor:
Anna Seghers
Places:
New York City, United States of America
(Mexico City, Mexico)
Date:
1944
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Every night I kneel down by the window and look at a bright star that just might be my guardian angel. Then I recite “Our Father” to God and say a “Hail Mary” for the Virgin. I hope that…
Contributor:
Rosa Nissán
Places:
Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1992
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I was going to publish this novel under another name.
If I sought to hide its true father, it was not because I was ashamed of the son, but because books with my name on them…
Contributor:
Ariel Dorfman
Date:
1981