To Read or to Write?
Reading and writing are some of the best gifts we receive during our infancy.
Taking dictation at school was one of the least appealing things I could remember, while having to read as part of homework was something I would allow the minimum possible time.
Things have changed and now, like many of you, I devour most of the literature coming my way while treasuring the friendship of those who can give a good advice and/or share interesting reading material. In fact, I consider writing as a way of gratefully giving back a portion of what we have received.
 During several years that I lived among American and Canadian sail-boaters in Nuevo Vallarta I was able to share some excellent and varied literature in English, specially from Jerry aboard his “Velera Liz”; he is an avid reader and still shares with me a selection of books he has read. Gringos and Canadians read much more than us Mexicans.
Speaking about means of communication, an interesting proposal caught my eye lately; “Metamorphosis” by Gloria Fuentes. It is an “Installation” with the participation of artists of different disciplines: paintings, sculpture, video, puppets-theatre and more; Gloria invites us to seek our position and function within the changes, be it those caused by us; or those cosmic changes we have to learn a lot about. Seeing everything through the arts.
 Metamorphosis was presented at Biblioteca Los Mangos and Aquiles Serdán Theater (better known as Los Arcos del Malecón).
During the theater activities at Los Arcos I visited Gustavo, who has become to me some sort of latin literature guru; Gustavo runs a tiny bar on the new malecón, between the theater and the new pedestrian bridge over the Cuale River; I found him reading Monsiváis, we started to debate on latin writers; his champ is Roberto Bolaño; mine is Fernando del Paso and we enjoy an enriching debate.
Upon arriving home I started reading “Putas Asesinas” (Assasin Whores) by Bolaño; the first chapters were an appetizer that invited you to devour the whole book non-stop; though somewhere after the Acapulco chapter I fell asleep.
 Someone jerked me from my sleep around 4am, pinching my left arm with his nails, then grabbing John O’Hara’s “Waiting for Winter” with them. Having had no previous advice from this guy, I will first read “Detectives Salvajes” (Savage Detectives) by Bolaño, highly recommended by Gustavo, I may later check whether this new friend – I shall call him Owlaf –is worthy of any credibility.
And I will continue to enjoy, without prejudice, my daily garden interchange with jays, anis, kingbirds, kiskadees and parrots,, but very specially chatting with grackles; so black they reflect the sky of blue and have an unlimited range of voices and songs; both they and I enjoy debating over our domain of foreign languages.
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Eduardo Rincón- Gallardo
E-mail: toureps@prodigy.net.mx
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