The flood of writing began almost immediately, and I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why. Was it the quality of the light that makes Oaxaca famous as the arts capital of Mexico, pulling artists from across the Americas to call it home?
Having wandered through my share of vast, eerily deserted archaeological sites, I was pulled in by the first line of Ernest Hilbert's poem, "Dusk in the Ruins": "I arrive, one more uninvited guest." With this unsentimental tone established, the speaker explores...
By Megan Harlan Few places can both cure and inspire farsickness like a library. Now, we all know—or have been firmly told—that print is officially dead and the Internet has killed the research desk. But what Google, e-books, and their ilk can't provide is the...
