~~~ Note: I wrote the following blog in 2017, from Nicaragua. I held off publishing, as I didn’t want my family to find out through this site what had happened. That decision ended up with me putting this blog on…
Of a normal January, I will write a list of the best books I read during the year just gone. 2017’s was published here, for instance. This year it felt more appropriate to do the exact opposite. In 2018, I…
As you get older, you start to do the things you promised you’d never do: like sell out, or work for the man, or buy a garlic press. I always promised myself that I would never make a ‘best of…
I’m cynical about a lot of things, but the Nobel Prize for Literature just isn’t one of them. An award for the best living human being who makes up stories… and people actually take it seriously? It shouldn’t exist; but…
I’m in the fruit aisle, holding my breath. Next to me an armed policeman, dressed for warfare and carrying a machine gun, is stroking the apples one-by-one. Have they done something wrong? Have I done something wrong?? Eventually, he gives…
In 1926, the Izalco volcano in El Salvador violently erupted, blowing ash across the country. The lava that buried a whole town, killing 56 people. Six years later, Izalco was once again the site of a violent eruption: this time…
The day after I arrive in Guatemala, a girl is macheted in the face, just across the street. A tourist, wandering between villages on Lake Atitlan, she was jumped by a supposedly mentally-ill man waving a machete, and hit –…
Unlike its beaches, the shores of Belizean literature are somewhat deserted. Finding the gold requires a bit of exploration. As the official language of the country, most books in Belize are published in English; though works can be found in…
In 1934, fresh from the success of Brave New World, Aldous Huxley wrote a travel book, now out-of-print. Belize – then called British Honduras – didn’t exactly get a glowing review: “If the world has any ends, British Honduras would…
“¡Fidel Castro no era un hombre malo! ¡Fidel Castro no era un hombre malo!” Martín repeats this a few more times, pointing his fork at Carlos, who is staring at his food. The other construction workers chew quietly, either polite…
