There are two fairly common jokes told about Americans among 'undocumented entrants -- A) Don't drink the water and B) For good American food, go to Taco Bell
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For real though, Taco Bell is what gives me life!

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There are two fairly common jokes told about Americans among 'undocumented entrants -- A) Don't drink the water and B) For good American food, go to Taco Bell
The Devil’s Highway, Luis Alberto Urrea
For real though, Taco Bell is what gives me life!
The US/Mexico border west of Sonoyta.
I wonder what the politics are of that little bit of mountain that’s cut off by both trails.
I am sure at some point in the journey they felt like the air itself was on fire.
Ironically enough, this would be the point in the day where the heat was cooling off.
I wondered where Brownsville was located and surprised me of the location. I thought it was located in the middle of nowhere Texas.
Thank you for sharing! This is definitely some good and helpful information! I wouldn’t have thought!
Holy cow. I was thinking it was in New Mexico. Felt too much like home.
I thought the story big jesse, little jesse was sad. It seemed like the dad was constantly disappointed in his son because he was not like other kids and he did not see the kid for who he was. In the very end he redeems himself a little bit by walking like his kid did but I still felt angry at the dad.
Yes I definitely agree. It was such a sad story to me too. I couldn’t imagine living in his situation to be honest. Thank you for sharing!
From personal experience, I can say it’s not. I’m willing to bet that Little Jesse was working hard in his classes so it could be something his father could be proud of him for.
Little Jesse is reading out loud to himself. Jesse can hear the neighborhood boys shouting and playing football in the street. He falls asleep remembering one afternoon when he scored five touchdowns, two of them sprinting alongside the edge of the curb.
Oscar Casares, Brownsville
“Big Jesse, Little Jesse” was a story that lightly triggered me because I was born with a disability (heart defect). This was one piece that really got to me, the fact that Big Jesse seems to be upset at his son for not being able to make these kinds of memories. In the culture here, there is an emphasis of “machismo” and “being a man”. Big Jesse is not a bad guy, or a bad dad, but it feels like his priorities here are not for his son.
Brownsville fireworks stand.
My family doesn’t go out buy them. We just enjoy the view in our neighborhood.
I really enjoyed the story of “Mr. Z” and the fireworks stand!
I remember helping out my family with a fireworks stand when I was 15. It brought back a lot of memories of just being out there, waiting for people to drive by who wanted some.
But she’s quick to defend other people, make excuses for them, especially if they happen to have blue eyes.
“RG” Brownsville, Oscar Casares (via emilylmcguire)
I like this quote, it helped build the characters’ view toward other races. And it also illustrates the often present stereotyping to racial profiling a person may do towards another.
(via hello-eharvey)
This quote really stood out for me too. From my experience, race hasn’t been a big issue when living in Las Cruces, but it is also a very present thing.
Talks about the background of the name Woman Hollering Creek.
I just love that we have things named after her; I mean, we have a park with her name on it in Las Cruces. It just goes to show you how powerful ghost stories, especially La Llorna’s can be.
Reading through the “Woman of Hollering Creek” story kept me on edge. I really like how Cisneros was able to take the La Llorna story and re-tell it a more feminist perspective.
My favorite stories in this book were the ones that were narrated by children, I think kids have a very interesting perspective of the world in general so it was fun to see how they interacted with their culture.
Narratives from children can also be a great way of showcasing “normal vs abnormal”. Like, there are countless powerful examples of kids doing things in a way that they think is normal that can’t be further from the truth.
My biggest problem with So Far From God is the treatment that the doctor gives La Loca when she is diagnosed with AIDS (when he reaches into her stomach and pulls out tumors and such). This is a treatment that is done all over the world; but it’s only an illusion, and I know how it’s done.
I understand that this can be explained away through magic, but everything else spiritual in the novel has no rational explanation like the doctor’s trick does. And he even warns that it might not work, so he’s aware that this is not a real treatment, but holistic medicine.
As someone whose had to deal with a lot of medical issues in the past, this really rubs me the wrong way.
I kind of wonder how La Loca got AIDS. I’m not sure if it’s mentioned in the book or hinted at in any way. My only thought is that she got it through contaminated water, and if that’s true, could it have been because of Fe’s accidental contamination.
It’s a dark theory, and I’m hoping that it’s not true.
La Llorona scared the hell out of me as a child. We used to camp on the Pecos River and I was always terrified of going outside the tent at night and running into her
It still scares me, that leyenda was something my tíos would tell in night family meetings. I can’t get over it. I guess that says a lot, why I’m not a night person. Yes I get scare quickly.
I was really scared of La Llorna as a kid too! I’m also was a fan of horror at an early age, so she also was one of my favorite figures growing up. And I kind of like how Castillo changed her a bit; she reminds the reader that while she is a cursed woman, she was also once a mother.
Never a Dull Moment
I find it refreshing that something is always happening in So Far From God. I mean the story never stalls. The author does not dwell on an issue for endless pages like we saw in Blood Meridian and Ceremony. I think that is a refreshing change.
Yes! The story doesn’t let us loose interest because it’s really active there is always something happening.
Yep. And I love the narration.It feels like I’m being told a fun storyand I don’t want it to ever end.
I’m am really starting to wonder why La Loca smells hell on some humans. She knows what it smells like, she has been there, and it is where forgiveness is possible, but what in the heck does it really mean? Before I finish reading, I want to really think about what she is because she seems to be a healer, a good entity or person–that seems to loose strength when she uses her supernatural power to heal. I was thinking that she would bring her horse back to life except it had already told that after her dream, she cried. So, she is limited. Will she die or will she transform? Very interesting.
That’s an interesting though. I think you mean Caridad when it comes to the horse, but I wondered why she didn’t try to stop Corazon’s death before it was too late. Was it did she know that she was unable to change the fate? OR does she feel certain events must be placed in motion, regardless of how you feel about them.
I’m a little over 50 pages into “So Far From God” and it has quickly become my favorite novel for the class thus far. What really makes this book really stand out is the style of narration. It feels like the story is being told to me by a close friend, spicing it up with their own commentary every now and then.