Writing Is A Struggle Against Silence.

By Its Very Nature, The Novel Indicates That We Are Becoming. There Is No Final Solution. There Is No Last Word.

At 50 I Find There Is A Long Line Of Characters And Shapes Demanding Words Just Outside My Window.

Contrary To The Macho Culture Of Mexico, Both My Grandmothers Were Very Brave Young Widows. I Was Always Very Close To These Hard-working, Intelligent Women.

One Wants To Tell A Story, Like Scheherezade, In Order Not To Die. It's One Of The Oldest Urges In Mankind. It's A Way Of Stalling Death.

The Great Wheel Of Fire Of Ancient Wisdom, Silence And Word Engendering The Myth Of The Origin, Human Action Engendering The Epic Voyage Toward The Other; Historical Violence Revealing The Tragic Flaw Of The Hero Who Must Then Return To The Land Of Origin; Myth Of Death And Renewal And Silence From Which New Words And Images Will Arise, Keeps On Turning In Spite Of The Blindness Of Purely Lineal Thought.