Saturday, November 08, 2014

Highlights from my Landing on Planet Austin

(Shot with my iPhone on the way to my 
book presentation at the Texas Book Festival)

How I love Austin and relish book fairs so that was a good combo. Now that I go to book fairs to talk about my books, I often wonder, why didn't I go more often earlier? I mean, just as a reader. It's like entering Ali Baba's cave, these endless tables heaped with treasures...

THE TEXAS BOOK FESTIVAL, AND THE TWO THINGS I LOVE MOST ABOUT BOOK FESTIVALS

Now that I've brought out my upteenth book, I don't get too glittery-eyed about any of it; I just hope my books are there (they were, whew), the microphone works (it did, yay) and enough of the seats are filled that everyone feels it all worked out reasonably well (they were, thank you all).

Apart from talking about my latest bookwhich I can do until the cows and the donkeys and the rollerbladers come homewhat I relish about book fairs are two things:


(1) discoveries (creative nudges) and

(2) meeting friends, new and old.


11 DISCOVERIES, BOTH STRANGE AND WONDROUS

At the Texas Book Festival in Austin I discovered:

(1) Paul V. Chaplo's gorgeous book, Marfa Flights: Aerial Views of Big Bend CountryHe granted me a fascinating interview, which we recorded in the author's green room in the State Capitol. That will be Marfa Mondays podcast #15. I delightedly provided him with this blurb:


These stunning images of one of the most sparsely populated and least visited regions of North America are not your typical coffee table book pretty pictures. In Marfa Flights: Aerial Views of Big Bend Country, Paul V. Chaplo, a classically trained visual artist who also happens to be a professional photographer, found and composed out of this swirlingly violent and bone-dry landscape something wondrous and haunting. Photographed from a single engine airplane, at various times of day, the land and sky and jewel-like ribbons of water come alive with form, muscle, and color. 



(2) In the parking lot on Lavaca Street, this bumpersticker made me chuckle:



(3) The Colorado River: which I'd seen before, but noticed anew. Early in the morning when I drove over the bridge into downtown, the water looked a jewel-olive, and it was filled with boaters.

(4) Many people people being an endless source of surprise to me apparently find cowboy boots comfortable enough for trudging around on sidewalks. And some, going for the cowgirl-goes-nighty-night look, I guess, pair them with gauzy mini-skirts.

(5) Tattoos are a hot fashion. (I cannot fathom why, in the absence of life-threatening disease, anyone would pay to get stuck with needles. For die-hard tattoo fans, may I recommend Tattly. At least the tattoos are well-designed.)

(6) The Austin Film Festival was going on simultaneously... (Austin... film... hmm. I have always felt a distant kinship with screenwriters, yet no urge to visit their planet. I'm happy to view it through a telescope.)


M.M. McAllen's new book, the
latest and best narrative history
of Mexico's Second Empire
(7) Synchronity alert! By alphabetic happenstance, Yours Truly and M. M. McAllen found our books stacked side-by-side in the book tent. We read together for the panel "A Layered History," about Mexican history McAllen on the Second Empire, and Yours Truly on the Mexican Revolution. 


Hey y'all go get M.M. McAllen's book, Maximilian and Carlota: Europe's Last Empire in Mexico. It's the latest and best narrative history of the Second Empire, a fascinating translational period in Mexican history. Plus, this gorgeous hardcover edition makes a handsome holiday gift! 


In case you haven't been reading this blog, in which case you'll just have to forgive yet one more mention, or else go away now and have a nice life, my book is the blast-your-sombrero-off rewrite of the Mexican Revolution, Metaphysical Odyssey into the Mexican Revolution: Francisco I. Madero and His Secret Book, Spiritist Manual.





Here we are just after the event which was moderated by Steven Kellman:




(8) Many Mexicans seem to nurture an intense flame of fascination with Maximilian's and Carlota's reproductive lives. I have yet to attend a talk about Maximilian, whether my own or someone else's, where one or more of the Mexican audience members doesn't ask about the supposed illegitimate children. And rare indeed when they don't also ask about Carlota's supposed offspring. 

(9) It shouldn't have surprised me but it did and I realize now that I will be asked about this again and again: What is the relation of Spiritism to Protestantism? (Answer: it's complicated. Will blog anon.) 

(10) The longest lines in the book signing tent were for books I have zero interest in reading. (Sigh.)

(11) If I lived in Austin, the first thing I would buy is a pair of Yeti oven mitts. It's that kind of vibe, yeah. 


YETI go for BBQ.
Fur cover tattoo.

MORE AMIGOS, OLD AND NEW

Just a few of the many writers at the fair as presenters, moderators, or attending whom I was able to visit with, listen to, or at least catch a quick hello: José Skinner, one of my very favorite writers, who will have a new book of fiction out shortly; Melinda Nuss, whose book, Distance, Theatre, and the Public Voice, 1750-1850, looks super crunchy ("crunchy" being a word of high praise in my lexicon)... S. Kirk Walsh, talented novelist and visionary who has brought back to life the stories of Julie Hayden .....Naomi Shihab Nye, one of my favorite poets and essayists who has a charming new children's book out, The Turtle of Oman .....Ricardo Ainslie .....Emily St. John Mandel ..... John Christian, photographer, my correspondent on all subjects Mexican and Texan..... Cynthia Leal Massey, my fellow Women Writing the West amiga, who has a new book out, Death of a Texas Ranger ..... Sergio Troncoso ..... Ilán Stavans ..... Porter Shreve..... And last, but certainly not least, and indeed most of all, to all Steph Opitz, Literary Director of the Texas Book Festival, and all the many, many volunteers and donors who made the Texas Book Festival possible, a heartfelt



Your COMMENTS are always welcome.






Ciclo de Conferencias en Palacio Nacional, ciudad de México: 





Wednesday, November 05, 2014

Rolf Potts on Time Wealth (A Note)

ROLF POTTS
I first heard about travel writer Rolf Potts an eon ago, when he interviewed me about my travel memoir of Baja California, Miraculous Air, for his Vagabonding blog. Back then-- whew, it was maybe 2003 or 2004?-- the idea that another writer, on his own platform, would "publish" interviews was very avant-garde. How things have changed! 

(In part in emulation of Potts, I started my own occasional podcast series of Q & A with my favorite writer friends. So thanks, Rolf.)


TIM FERRISS
With his books and blog, Potts has garnered legions of fans over the years, including Tim Ferriss. Ferriss, the super-buff, tango-dancing, Mr Viral-Video, tree-climbing, globe-trotting author of the best-selling Four Hour Work Week, is the sort of author I'm usually allergic to (well, I sniff, how else will I ever get through my backlog of Willa Cather novels?). But Tim, I send you a cyber shower of jpeg lotus petals! Because, actually, I did read The Four Hour Work Week and gleaned some nifty ideas from it, and I quite enjoyed your recent podcast interview with Rolf Potts. In particular, I was heartened to hear you guys talking about "time wealth."
(In addition to more podcasts)
On my wish list for more exciting
baking experiences: the Yeti oven mitt

(Speaking of time wealth, while listening in, I was baking a pumpkin cake. I hereby award myself a prize.)

But seriously, I think about time wealth-- though until now I wouldn't have used that term-- all the time. It's the hours, quality hours, of one's life-- how to maximize the number and maximize their quality? Most  people assume that more money, more stuff, is the way. But as one climbs the curve of middle age, one starts to feel the drag of clutter, and the shrinking time-horizon. 

As they say, "your stuff owns you," for every single thing, whether big (a house) or small (a pair of shoes) requires both care (of some sort, at some point) and physical space. Trips to the mall, the dry cleaners, the grocery store, getting that light fixture fixed... I'm always asking myself, is this where I want to be? Is this what I want to be doing? I have so many books I want to write, and time rolls by at a frighteningly fast rate. 

One exercise that always brings me back to the best tactics to maximize time wealth is to imagine that I have, say, a hundred million dollars. Silly as it may sound, I recommend doing it seriously. 


As "the Estate Lady," Julie Hall,
reminds us, "the hearse doesn't
have a trailer hitch"
Really, what would you do if you had a hundred million dollars?  

Most people, once they get past their tittering at the helium in such an idea, blow through a long list of stuff-- a special car, a fabulous mansion, a this, a that... but then, past all the material objects, and a parade of imaginary butlers and masseuses (none of whom, ha, seem to require training, time off, any paperwork, inconvenient boyfriends or children, or annoying quirks), and then, oh yeah...

Giving away a wad of it to this relative, another wad to that charity... There's usually a long list of relatives, friends, and charities.

And then... then...

All of that exhausted, there is something else. 

Something the heart yearns for, and that, usually, doesn't require much money, if any. It might be time to read, just read, on a beautiful beach. The chance to paint. To write a novel. Make a film. Volunteer to help [fill in the blank]. And very often travel often comes up: to cross the country on a bike, to see India, or, say, hike the length of the Appalachian trail. 

The thing is, stuff-- whether the illusory lack of it, or the clutter of it-- has gotten in the way of seeing the heart's true, and for most people even of the most ordinary means, very attainable, path. 

Dear readers, check out Tim Ferriss' podcast interview with Rolf Potts. (Don't mind Ferriss' nattering on about his viral videos and his underwear. As we say in Mexico, no hay dos.)

Your COMMENTS are always welcome.
















Miraculous Air: Journey of a Thousand Miles through Baja California, the Other Mexico: 




(from the workshop page)

Monday, November 03, 2014

Marfa Mondays #14: Over Burro Mesa / The Kickapoo Ambassadors

Just posted #14 of a projected 24 podcasts for the Marfa Mondays Podcasting Project, Exploring Marfa, TX & the Big Bend: "Over Burro Mesa / The Kickapoo Ambassadors." 

Listen in any time.




This podcast mentions Wilhelm Knechtel's book, Memorias del Jardinero de Maximiliano, translated by Susanne Igler. There's more about that on my other blog, the research blog on Mexico's French Intervention / Second Empire, "Maximilian-Carlota."

The next podcasts will be:
#15 an interview with rock art expert Greg Williams; and 
#16 an interview with photographer Paul Chaplo about his new book, Marfa Flights: Aerial Views of Big Bend Country. 

For updates, I invite you to subscribe to my newsletter.

P. S. Check out Chaplo's show at the Museum of the Big Bend until January 18, 2015.

COMMENTS always welcome.

















(review)

Sunday, November 02, 2014

Cyberflanerie: Day of the Dead Edition (DeMarco's Afterlife Conversations with Hemingway)

THE DAY OF THE DEAD
Day of the Dead Altar
at the BUENA VIBRA in
Tepoztlán, Mexico

Posting from Tepoztlán: In Mexico it's actually two days, November 1st and 2nd, and there's lots to say about it (e.g., ye olde Baja Insider excerpt from Miraculous Air). In last minute celebration, herewith a note on Frank DeMarco's Afterlife Conversations with Hemingway.


BUT FIRST, A NOTE ON "DOG & PONY SHOWS"


Remote viewing, psychic readings, animal communication, aura readings, Uri Gelleresque spoon bending, and good old-fashioned Spiritualist and Spiritist and whatever-kind-of mediumship: How do you know it's for real? 

Well, you might ask for a demonstration-- what remote viewer Lyn Buchanan calls the "dog and pony show." Dog and pony shows can be pretty interesting. (Once, at a dinner party, my dad saw Uri Geller, both hands in the air, bend a bunch of keys that were sitting untouched on the table. Oh, do I have Uri Geller stories.) 


URI GELLER
doing the 
dog & pony thing
with a spoon
But the problem with these kinds of talents is that they're mediated by a person's mind so, to fully accept such phenomena, and leave behind the insistent niggling doubts, the parade of prancing dogs and dancing ponies (are they not zebras?) may never be enough-- and even when they've performed, and performed again, and again after that in world-renowned laboratoriesFor many people, the truly convincing evidence of a phenomenon comes, if it comes, when they experience it in their own mind.

IT'S A KIND OF GNOSIS

Here's what I mean: If you've bent a spoon with your mind, well then, you may or may not be convinced that Uri Geller wasn't up to some tricks on the Johny Carson Show, but you know that you can bend a spoon with your mind. 

Similarly, if you've received messages from your dead Uncle Bob, then you may or may not accept what some other medium says that Uncle Bob said, but you know that you can receive information, or least that particular bit from Uncle Bob, from the Other Side. Ditto remote viewing, ditto aura readings, and animal communication. 


But then, should you want to go around making claims about your abilities, and, say, set up a website and accept PayPal for your services, you'll have the problem of doubters demanding your dog and pony show (and all the attendant metaphorical vet bills and poop to scoop).


TELEPISTEMOLOGY, THE STUDY OF KNOWLEDGE ACQUIRED AT A DISTANCE


Apropos of all this, a fancy term I like to throw around (because I can!) is telepistemology, or the study of knowledge at a distance. I first encountered it in Ken Goldberg's recent collection of essays, The Robot in the Garden: Telerobotics and Telepistemology in the Age of the Internet (MIT Press). From the catalog copy:

Why do so many Mexicans believe that
the USA moon landing was a hoax?    
"Telepistemology" to the vocabulary rescue! 
The Robot in the Garden initiates a critical theory of telerobotics and introduces telepistemology, the study of knowledge acquired at a distance. Many of our most influential technologies, the telescope, telephone, and television, were developed to provide knowledge at a distance. Telerobots, remotely controlled robots, facilitate action at a distance. Specialists use telerobots to explore actively environments such as Mars, the Titanic, and Chernobyl. Military personnel increasingly employ reconnaissance drones and telerobotic missiles. At home, we have remote controls for the garage door, car alarm, and television (the latter a remote for the remote). The Internet dramatically extends our scope and reach. Thousands of cameras and robots are now accessible online. Although the role of technical mediation has been of interest to philosophers since the seventeenth century, the Internet forces a reconsideration. As the public gains access to telerobotic instruments previously restricted to scientists and soldiers, questions of mediation, knowledge, and trust take on new significance for everyday life.
How do I know it's real? Just as one could ask that about a webcam purporting to show a robot planting seeds in a garden, one could ask it about a communication from the spirit of, say, Hemingway, through a medium. 

Well, I won't crunch on; let's cut to DeMarco and Hemingway.


"THE COSMIC INTERNET" AND "THE SPHERE AND THE HOLOGRAM"

FRANCISCO I. MADERO
Leader of the 1910 Revolution, 
President of Mexico (1911-13), 
and Spiritist medium

In the past few days I've had the privilege of an email exchange with metaphysical publisher, editor, writer, and medium Frank DeMarco, prompted by my sending him an inscribed copy of my latest book, Metaphysical Odyssey into the Mexican Revolution: Francisco I. Madero and His Secret Book, Spiritist Manual. *


[*A note for those of you new to this blog: Madero was the leader of Mexico's 1910 Revolution, President of Mexico from 1911-1913, and a Spiritist medium. In other words, Madero not only believed he could communicate with spirits, he left a Spiritist how-to book, with all the detail one could want down to astral travel and (yes) interplanetary reincarnation. Was Madero, Mexico's "Apostle of Democracy," a nutter? As exotic as all these ideas may sound to some, no, I argue, Madero was perfectly sane; the problem is, most educated people-- and that would include most historians of Mexico-- are entirely unfamiliar with the rich and international esoteric matrix from which Madero learned, developed, and shared his ideas. In particular, I point interested readers to chapter 2 of my book, which focusses on Madero's personal library, which contains works by such luminaries of the esoteric scene as Annie Besant, Madame Blavatsky, Maestro Huiracocha, Allan Kardec, Léon Denis, Papus, Dr. Peebles, Edouard Schuré, Ely Star, and Swami Vivekananda.]




The reason I sent Metaphysical Odyssey into the Mexican Revolution to Frank DeMarco is that I had found his books, The Cosmic Internet: Explanations from the Other Side and (co-authored with Rita Q. Warren) The Sphere and the Hologram: Explanations from the Other Side, valuable in getting my own mind around the idea that it might be possible to communicate with disembodied consciousnesses, how that phenomena might be explained, and the way it which it could be experienced, and so had included them in my bibliography-- and I figured he'd want to know. 

Also, as does anyone who reads more than a few contemporary metaphysical works in English, I soon noticed that a good number of them were published by Hampton Roads-- and it turns out that DeMarco co-founded that press. (He now runs a different press, Hologram Books.) I wasn't looking for a publisher (my book is already published), but I figured, who else besides DeMarco would know more about mediumship, the broad sweep of metaphysical literature, and might-- perhaps-- therefore appreciate the historical and metaphysical importance of Madero's 1911 Manual espírita?


No, I have not seen Big Foot, but 
dear Santa, please bring me
 a pair of Yeti oven mitts
(get yours at
www.perpetualkid.com)
Most people, unschooled in metaphysics, encounter Madero's Spiritism cold, and it can be shocking. (Like this blog post, perhaps?) Most react as they might if, in the midst of an elegant party, back by the bar, Big Foot shuffled in, grabbed a can of Coke, and then melted through the wall. (Err, didn't see that.) Or else, no questions asked, they dismiss Madero as  a "loco." But in between those two reactions, those two thin slices, there is, if I do say so myself, the meatiness of my book. 



DEMARCO, MADERO, AND "AUTOMATIC WRITING"



HEMINGWAY
(in this dimension)
FRANK DEMARCO
Publisher, editor, writer,
and writing medium
Frank DeMarco is also the author of Muddy Tracks: Exploring an Unsuspected Reality and Afterlife Conversations with Hemingway and -- I'm slapping my forehead here-- these should have been in my bibliography as well. 

Like Francisco I. Madero before he ascended to the presidency (at which point he relied on "inspiration," or telepathy), DeMarco is a writing medium, that is, he receives messages from the Other Side via his own handwriting.

Francisco I. Madero wrote about his beginnings as a medium, which I summarized in Metaphysical Odyssey into the Mexican Revolution:

In Paris, encouraged by members of his Spiritist circle there, and following the instructions in Kardec’s Le Livre des Médiums, Madero had attempted “automatic writing,” what he terms escritura mecánica, allowing a spirit to control his handwriting, but he had no luck. Now, with greater seriousness, he tried again.
One day, while practicing during a vigil at the bedside of an uncle, his hand jerked and then seemed to take on a life of its own.
In another session, his hand wrote: 
Love God above all things and your neighbor as yourself.

After that, things got pretty spicy-- to the point where, as his mediumnistic note books show, Madero was channeling instructions from various spirits, including "José" and "B.J." in writing his book-- the book which launched the movement to overthrow Porfirio Diaz-- La sucessión presidencial en 1910. (Once finished with that, the spirits advised him that he would write the Manual espírita.) 

Does Yours Truly engage in any automatic writing? No. But I do believe that the mind, whether of a medium, an artist, or, say, a potato farmer, is nonlocal and replete with mystery. 



Well, so, you might be wondering, according to DeMarco, what in thundernation does Hemingway have to say from the Afterlife? 

BUT FIRST, A NOTE ON "COGNITIVE DISSONANCE"

If you're still with me, but creeped out, or even bristling-- bristling!!-- with disdain, you're experiencing cognitive dissonance. I've struggled with it for years myself as I researched and wrote Metaphysical Odyssey into the Mexican Revolution

Whew, deep breath.

SECOND, A BRIEF BUT CRUNCHY NOTE ON THE EXOTIC GENRE OF CHANNELED LITERATURE

The 1855 Autobiography of Joan of Arc,
"dictated from beyond the tomb"
to 14 yr old Ermance Dufaux
In researching Metaphysical Odyssey into the Mexican Revolution, I encountered a large body of literature purportedly channeled from spirits, including the teenaged French medium Ermance Dufaux's 1855 channeled "autobiography" of Joan of Arc-- the 15th century saint and hero of France, a figure of great reverence for Spiritists. 

Madero, like his well-read Spiritist counterparts of the late 19th century, may have read or at least been aware of this book, for Ermance Dufaux was one of the mediums who assisted Allan Kardec in interviewing the various spirits whose words appear in his classic works on Spiritism.

Madero also had in his personal library some works in English, including one by Dr. Peebles (1822-1922), the peripatetic celebrity Spiritualist lecturer, and I note, as I discovered on a Google search, that trance medium Summer Bacon has not only channeled a book of the long-departed doctor's wisdom, This School Called Planet Earth, but she maintains his blog. Here, for example, is a Dr. Peebles blog post dated 2/23/2013:

Dr. PEEBLES,


(A Lesson In Patience)
"Wash your dishes by hand, it’s lovely. Put your hands in nice hot water. You want to make it go faster? Fill a basin with hot water and ¼ cup of apple cider vinegar, and let it sit there all day long. Into this you put your dishes, and at the end of the day you rinse them off. You don’t even have to scrub them you see? Patience, my dear friend, and it is much better for your beautiful Mother Earth, yah?" 
JANE ROBERTS,
channeling "Seth"


In exploring this genre, I also came across Edith Ellis's channeled An Autobiography of George WashingtonSusy Smith's The Book of James (William James, That Is), and Jane Roberts' Seth Speaks, Seth being a disembodied spiritual teacher-- just to mention a few. The shelves are groaning. (And maybe in more than one sense.)

How do you know if it's real? Well, folks, I guess you just don't know! But you might, maybe, if you feel so moved, take a look at such books anyway. As they say in New Age circles, see if it "resonates." (As for me, I will take Dr. Peebles' eco-friendly dishwashing advice-- but with the windows wide open because last time I used vinegar on a  saucepan, it got a bit fragrant in there.)

... DRUMROLL... ERNEST HEMINGWAY SPEAKS


To most readers, I know, DeMarco's Afterlife Conversations with Hemingway sounds preposterous. Yes, it's a record of his conversations beginning in 2004 with the spirit of Hemingway, as in Ernest, the Nobel Prize-winning novelist who committed suicide in 1961. But shovel out whatever gobs of cognitive dissonance might be plaguing you and-- deep breath now-- take a look, and you might find it a very interesting and thought-provoking read.

DeMarco asks all the questions any fan of Hemingway's fiction would ask, as well as the ones anyone familiar with Hemingway's glamorous, globe-trotting and gun-toting image might find curious and/or consternating. On that level, it's a beach-read-- what Hemingway thinks of his marriages now, from the Afterlife, about the African safaris and Cuba, why he disses F. Scott Fitzgerald. Hemingway also tries, and mightily, to set the record straight about his service as a spy in WWII. But there are far deeper and stranger levels in DeMarco's conversations with Hemingway. They discuss Star Trek. On occasion, Carl Jung  pops in to offer his commentary, as does Abraham Lincoln, and TGU (The Guys Upstairs, DeMarco's term for his spirit guides). They cover the nature of time, the soul, and Focus 27. As channeled into DeMarco's pen, Hemingway says:

"Now, this is not a seminar on writing, nor on Hemingway. It is about life and the nature of life. All of this, when you put it together, will serve to provide people another way to see what it is they're about... "
Is it for real? Dear reader, I myself cannot claim to have heard from Hemingway except in the printed pages of his stories and novels. (Have you?)

I do have some recommendations, however, and they hold not just for the uncanny, but for all observations in life, and for that matter, literary travel writing: Avoid the "Big Foot-err-didn't-see-it," and the hostile, flash-dismiss. Question the childish arrogance of the brain, marvelous and powerful as that organ may be, that it can fully comprehend reality and other people. Know that slamming your mind shut is not the same as wisely exercising your discernment. Put your ego, when it starts barking too much, in its crate. For the richest rewards in understanding, keep your mind open for at least a little longer than might feel comfortable; stay curious, for there is power, courage, and untold possibility in admitting, truthfully, "I don't know"-- as does DeMarco himself, many a time.

P.S. See Ken Korczak's review of DeMarco's book, and Seth Godin's post for today, "But Not People Like You."

Hope you had a sweet Halloween.