For decades writer Christopher Isherwood made Los Angeles his home. From his sunlit spot in the Santa Monica Canyon, Isherwood observed and recorded the 1960s in hundreds of typed pages. His The Sixties: Diaries 1960-1969 captures everything from the political tumult of the time to its spiritual questing to Isherwood’s rich social circle of fellow artists, all up for discussion in Zócalo’s forthcoming panel, Christopher Isherwood’s Los Angeles. In the two diary entries excerpted below, the first from 1962 and the next from 1965, Isherwood visits the circus, checks out skateboarders, drives the just-opened Santa Monica Freeway, and has lunch at Clifton’s….
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Christopher Isherwood Goes to the Circus, and Clifton’s
Posted By Zócalo On November 30, 2010What Defines Immigrant Art?
Posted By Zócalo On November 30, 2010Haitian-born, New York-bred Edwidge Danticat is author of several novels and most recently a collection of essays, Create Dangerously: The Immigrant Artist at Work. “Whether or not they write about being immigrants, there is that sense, perhaps that shadow, of another culture over immigrant art,” Danticat said. She stopped by Zócalo’s offices to chat with Swati Pandey about her first encounter with immigrant writing, what defines it, and where it fits into literature broadly.
Creating Dangerously
Posted By Zócalo On November 30, 2010Create Dangerously: The Immigrant Artist at Work
by Edwidge Danticat
A cultural critic and memoirist, Edwidge Danticat’s elegiac essays reveal the tumultuous history Haiti, and the urgency of immigrant art. Her collection of stories hinge on the themes of artistry, death, memory, and what it means to have a soul divided between two countries: America and Haiti.
Bursting the Bubble and Minding the Border
Posted By Zócalo On November 28, 2010by Cecilia Ballí
To call the U.S.-Mexico border home, as I do, is to live in a kind of no man’s land, at least as far as Washington and Mexico City are concerned. Neither country has ever really understood the region that binds them — a third space that both Mexicans and Americans perceive as neither here nor there, an exotic fault line not easily accessible to mainstream understanding, even for those who reside a few hundred miles away.
Searching for Silence in the Midwest
Posted By Zócalo On November 27, 2010by Lee Linderman
The southern Minnesota farmhouse, my childhood home, hides inelegantly behind a spotty row of evergreens. The trees stand bravely in the wind, the house’s only defense from winter’s bitter gusts. Outside the house’s curtilage lies a frozen expanse that, in warmer months, reveals fertile soil, a place where soybeans and corn flourish. But in November, at Thanksgiving, a bitter frost suffocates the earth.





