Like a prize novel, this story has written itself.
Stanford 1990’s I was mesmerized by how the land informed the literature. Not just as a backdrop, but as an entire culture, the ocean of beliefs and ways in which a group of people live. The language of the landscape seemed to inform how people moved, how they spoke, how they thought and interacted. It was the invisible thread that held their stories, their lives, together.
So literature, then only a field of study, began to show me the magic inherently possible in any landscape. That which lived in the invisible realm of air was creating matter, words, relationship, medicine. The magic realism of brilliant South American writers like Garcia Marquez began to unfold before my very eyes.