The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2014
By Daniel Handler and Lemony Snicket
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“Lively, eclectic and surprising.” — Minneapolis Star Tribune
Daniel Handler, aka Lemony Snicket, author of the enormously popular young adult series A Series of Unfortunate Events, takes over as editor for this volume. He will work with the students of 826 Valencia and 826 Michigan writing labs to compile new fiction, nonfiction, poetry, comics, and other category-defying gems, ensuring that “if you need to fall in love with reading again — or just want a reminder that high school students deserve a lot more than their reading lists give them — then this is the book for you” (Bust).
Lemony Snicket
Lemony Snicket had an unusual education, which may or may not explain his ability to evade capture. He is the author of the 13 volumes in A Series of Unfortunate Events, several picture books including The Dark, and the books collectively titled All The Wrong Questions.
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Editor’s Note copyright © 2014 by Daniel Handler and Daniel Gumbiner
Introduction copyright © 2014 by Lemony Snicket
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Editors’ Note
Dear Person Who Doesn’t Skip Editors’ Notes at the Beginnings of Books,
Hello. Welcome to The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2014, a collection of journalism, fiction, poetry, comics, stage plays, interviews, and podcast transcripts culled from a mountain of material that was published, posted, or otherwise presented over the previous year. While you were likely wasting your time, a dedicated team of individuals went through this material and gathered together their favorite things.
Who is this team? They are high school students from the San Francisco Bay Area. Some are seniors and some are freshmen. Some go to public school and some to private school. Some talk a lot and some need to be prodded. Some of them believe in aliens and some of them do not. It is irrelevant and perhaps inappropriate to dwell on their physical characteristics, but suffice to say that they are, for the most part, a very good-looking bunch.
They are also good at reading. The team gathered every week, reading two or three pieces during the first, silent hour—an assortment of famed journals and unknown periodicals, popular websites and obscure chapbooks. And then, in the second, more interesting hour, they leapt into discussion with careful thought, heated debate, and diverse and startling opinion. Provocative cheese philosophies were bandied about. Revolutions were subject to raised fists and rolled eyes. There were no fixed criteria and no rules—except for the no-projectile-launching-of-boba-tea rule,
which had to be instated after repeated incidents that will not be elaborated on in these pages.
This thing—the weekly gathering, the ardent reading, the provocative discussion, and the anthology—was founded by Dave Eggers in 2002, and this year Dave passed the torch on to two Daniels, who shared the job of working with the BANR team. They did not share it fairly. One was a constant presence and a paragon of organization due to his impressive experience in such matters, while the other was often absent, due to book tours and a grievous injury, and would often crack cheap jokes and offer odd, off-kilter advice. On the other hand, that second person brought delicious snacks that he paid for with his own money.
Longtime readers of these anthologies will note that the new regime has brought a few changes—there is no more Front Section,
in which shorter pieces were once gathered—but that the spirit of BANR remains kicky. We hope this collection will introduce you to some new writers and publications and remind you of the immense spectrum and verve of our current writing scene.
Finally, thank you to our peers in Ann Arbor, who have their own committee at 826Michigan. They met weekly, just like us but with worse weather, and provided much-needed advice.
DANIELS GUMBINER and HANDLER
San Francisco, 2014
INTRODUCTION
RECENTLY IT WAS brought to my attention that a number of young people were cooped up in a windowless basement in the Mission District of San Francisco. Like all decent people, I found this alarming. If memory serves, I said something like Egad!
There’s no reason for ‘Egad’s,
explained a literary personage of some sort. They’re sifting through this year’s supply of literature.
Sifting through this year’s supply of literature!
I repeated, in a sputtery tone I reserve for repeating astonishing things people have said. This is an outrage! What sinister slave drivers have abducted teenagers and are requiring them to do their literature-sifting for them?
No, no,
said the other person, sounding a little sputtery himself. "Nobody is requiring them to do this. They want to do it. They’re putting together an anthology and the anthology is called The Best American Nonrequired Reading, and it’s really quite terrific."
I said something along the lines of That still sounds suspicious,
and it does. For one thing, nobody, young or old, wakes up in the morning and decides to put together an anthology. It’s a task requiring a tremendous amount of dull work. In order to find lively pieces of literature one wants to anthologize, one has to read an enormous amount of wretched literature one wants to toss out the window, and in a windowless basement this is even more troublesome than it is ordinarily.
Additionally, literature is slippery and slippery things cause disagreements. Although absolutely everyone agrees on what is best in ice cream flavors (chocolate and peanut butter), seasons (autumn), Eastern European composers (Bela Bartok), inspiring slogans (To the ramparts!
), or scary movies (The Lair of the White Worm), there is a surprisingly vast difference of opinion on what is good to read. So if you have a team of anthologists, you are going to have a team of arguments. How could you possibly have admiration for that essay and not appreciate these poems?
and, Anyone who disagrees with me about this comic is a blithering fool!
and, If you don’t like this short story and don’t despise this stage play, I’m going to tear my hair out!
are cries commonly heard from an anthologists’ den.
Invariably, the most passionate and interesting pieces of writing divide a literary team, and are put aside in favor of less controversial items, and these safer pieces of literature tend to be dull, and then the anthology is dull, and there is only one way to make people read something dull: to require it. Want many people to read what you write? Write something interesting. Want everyone to read it? Write something mandatory. From Dick and Jane to How to Redeem Your Airline Miles, from To Kill a Mockingbird to Do Not Enter, we read things we would not read under any circumstances simply because we are in circumstances which require us to do so.
Therefore, the idea of a group of young people discussing literature in a room in which nothing can be thrown out the windows, and thus creating an anthology that is terrific
but optional is laughable, and after I explained this to the literary personage, I laughed out loud scornfully to prove it was so.
There’s no need for a scornful laugh,
the person said to me. "You are quite wrong on all counts. These young people were very eager to do this. Wretched literature can be tossed into a recycling bin rather than thrown out a window. Fierce discussion can be tempered by a robust esprit de corps, a phrase which here means that an enthusiasm for the project at hand kept disagreements respectful. And the anthology is really wonderful. Look here, I happen to have the manuscript of it right here with me. Peruse it and judge for yourself. Observe how the anthology opens with a deadpan pedagogical pseudo-instructional speculative humor piece, and moves quickly to Bolivian fiction, cult investigation, pet shop philosophizing, activist inquiries, and lyric poetry. Observe the balance of famed and unknown authors, the straightforward and the askew, the dramatic and the subtle, the hilarious and the weepy. Dull, mandatory anthologies, my foot! This collection of literature is so ferociously entertaining and veeringly diversified that we could no more make it mandatory than we could fashion it out of fish! Readers will be drawn to it like yarn to a kitten! Far from being Nonrequired, we could make this anthology Nonrecommended, or even Taboo, or Unthinkable, and still people would come in both literal and figurative droves!"
This person’s enthusiasm was contagious, if a bit loud. People were looking. I took the manuscript from him and began to read.
Very well then,
I said, when I finished reading the manuscript a few days later. People were still looking at us. You are correct. This is a magnificent piece of work. In fact, I would be proud to be associated with it despite having nothing to do with its creation, perhaps by writing an introduction.
You already have!
crowed this other person in triumph. I have been surreptitiously recording and transcribing our entire encounter, and will publish it forthwith. I will add nothing but a bland, inspirational final sentence, so that out of the whole anthology, only your introduction will be of the unimaginative, uninspiring sort of writing you were decrying earlier!
I knew something suspicious was going on!
I cried in more or less dread, and then said Egad!
which I think this time was called for.
Have fun reading this anthology, everybody!!
LEMONY SNICKET
Lemony Snicket is the author of the thirteen-book sequence A Series of Unfortunate Events and the four-book series All the Wrong Questions, among (too) many others.
MATTHEW SCHULTZ
On the Study of Physics in Preschool Classrooms: Pedagogy and Lesson Planning
FROM Ecotone
Beginning Your Unit
Though it may seem natural to begin your study of the physical universe with the moon, educators working in urban areas should skip ahead to section two, for in cities, especially large ones like New York and Tokyo, the moon is mostly irrelevant. Appearing small and weak behind skyscrapers, it fails to capture the imaginations of urban children and parents alike. They may wonder at the wastefulness of the moon, which sits in the sky contributing nothing when it could very well be used as a site for low-income housing or made into a screen on which the time and the weather are perpetually displayed. Teachers in suburbs and rural areas should begin with a simple observation of the moon. After all, it is thanks to the moon that humankind ever noticed the sky. Something always indicates the presence of nothing.
For this lesson you will keep the children quite late. Take them out to a place where the grass is unmowed and the horizon unobscured. Direct their attention to the subtle curve of the Earth, and let them experience themselves standing on something round, a globe, which lives in constant relation to another globe, which they will see, pale and pocked, above their heads.
Share silence and wonder with them.
Those of us in cities will not bother attempting this. Our skies are deserts. Those of us in cities will wait until day.
The Sun
When day breaks you turn your study to the sun, which works without ceasing to create useful products like light and warmth. Take the children outside for a twenty-four-hour period. Have them don protective goggles and let them stare at the sun. When night falls they will stare at the lack of sun. Have them draw on construction paper their impressions of the sky at various hours. Ask them why the sun appears here and then there. Ask the children where it is when it is not visible. Most likely they will note its slow, steady movement. After sunset they will tell you that it is just over that hill in the distance.
Then take the children to the sun for a twenty-four-hour period. Bring sunscreen with a high SPF to protect their skin and yours. Pack snacks for the long journey there and back. This time the children will observe the movement of the Earth. They will come to understand relativity as a general concept, and one of the children (most likely not more than one, or possibly not even one) will look at you with a new understanding.
Keep in mind that preschool-aged children think that their teachers are simply an aspect of the classroom, existing only for that role, rising and setting just for them. Keep in mind that you believe this too—that the children, at least one of them (Gabriel, age three), were born to hear what you have to say. Look into this child’s eyes as the two of you stand on the surface of the sun and you will share an understanding of independence and mutuality and yes, yes, relativity! Then gaze off at the setting Earth and forget this shared insight. Fall back into particularity. Return home to Earth, to the classroom, and teach this child as if his ears were made for your words, and he will learn as if the classroom were built for his sake alone.
An Overview of Your Unit
Observation of the moon and sun will lead to observation of the sky, and observation of the sky will lead to observation of the stars. Observation of the stars will lead inward upon itself to that which lies at the center of stars and is witnessed at their death. This we call a black hole, and observation of a black hole will lead to observation of nothing, because a black hole is made of nothing. Learning this, the children will become frightened and depressed. And this will lead to observation of the self, because the children will need an affirmation of that which is not nothing, not emptiness. This will lead to observation of matter and energy. At this point in the year, hatch ducklings in an incubator. Raise butterflies in cocoons. Cook muffins. Finger paint. And then the children, reminded of life and matter, will be ready to turn back to the sky. This time tell them to look past the moon. Tell them to look past the stars. Their eyes will strain into the darkness. They will find the boundary of space-time. This will lead to observation of ultimate truth. And then the year will be over, and the children will leave and grow and forget.
Gabriel, A Case Study
Gabriel (age three) and I sat together and played with Play-Doh.
Look,
he said. It’s a pizza.
Wow,
I replied. It looks very good.
He reshaped it and said, Look, it’s a car.
Wow,
I replied. It looks very fast.
He reshaped it again and said, Look, it’s the Earth.
Wow,
I replied. It looks very round.
He reshaped it again and said, Look, it’s a star.
Wow,
I replied. It’s so bright.
He reshaped it again and said, Look, it’s a quasar.
Wow,
I replied. It’s so luminous and radioactive.
He reshaped it again and said, Look, it’s a pizza again. But this time it has pepperoni.
The Big Bang
Explain the Big Bang to the children at story time. Tell them that once upon a time there was no time. Tell them that this all happened in a place that wasn’t a place. Remind each child of his or her mother and how he or she used to live inside her. Ask the children where they were before they were in the belly, and when they answer, you will see that they have understood the story of the Big Bang and may even remember it. Suddenly, you will remember it too, remember the day when infinite density gave birth to matter and distance and collision and emptiness.
Field Trip
A field trip to the moon is recommended for any classroom learning about physics. Remember, ideally—contingent on the urban or nonurban setting of your school—the moon has served as the children’s introduction to this course of study, rolling about as it does like a bowling ball in a vast blackness.
Do not invite parents to be chaperones. The moon is a place to be alone.
To prepare for this trip, use Play-Doh to make a baseball-sized model of the Earth as well as another body roughly the size of Mars in proportion to this. Show how the Mars-sized body collided with Earth hundreds of thousands of years ago and sent a portion of our planet hurtling off into space. Show how the moon was cast away and forgotten and how the centuries passed and humankind was born and saw the moon as something foreign and mysterious.
Tell the children that on July 20, 1969, the Earth and the moon were reunited when humankind rocketed into space and landed on the lunar surface. Tell them that the moon thought someone had at last come to take her home. Tell them that humankind did not recognize the moon. Tell them that humankind played golf and then went home without her.
Let the children run and explore. Watch them struggle and writhe. Watch them soar and dance and then become terrified and frustrated and cry and hide in craters. Do not hurry to comfort them. Let them feel abandoned.
As you jet back to Earth serve graham crackers and juice. Read a story aloud. Better yet, sing a soft song and encourage them to sleep as gravity reclaims them.
How to Grow a Star
Having observed the sun and the moon, the children will certainly ask you how it is that energy coalesces into form. Do not attempt to describe it with words, for any such descriptions are nonsense. Rather, demonstrate it inside the classroom.
Clear all matter from a small area. Ask the children to aid you in this by using tweezers to pull particles from the area. This can be a great exercise for the development of fine motor skills. Make sure that a teacher is holding the boundaries of the newly created void at all times so that it doesn’t snap shut into a singularity that could possibly consume a child, or the whole school, or the entire Earth and the moon and the planets and all things past and yet to come.
Next have the children add atoms of hydrogen and helium into the void and observe the swirling nebula that results. Record their observations. It looks like a rainbow,
they may say. Or It’s like a sandbox.
The atoms will coalesce into a sphere. Nuclear fusion will begin to take place within the star, rapidly increasing its heat and brightness. The star will begin to glow as electrons shoot off into the void. The children will see heavy elements such as carbon being formed. This will cause planets to form around the star. Pluck the new planets from their orbits and hand each, as it is made, to one of the children.
Have the children paint and name their planets. Place the planets over the cubbies to cool and let the children take them home at the end of the day.
Some personal notes: the first time I attempted this activity I saw that life had emerged on Gabriel’s planet. But by the time he showed it to me the inhabitants of this tiny world had come and gone. I looked closely and saw unearthly landscapes and petrified vegetation. He named his planet Ortexuan
and when I asked him how to spell it he said O, t, 1, r, r, g, c, 6, y.
A warning to teachers who have never worked with stars before: that day, as the class and I watched our star die, it collapsed in upon itself and formed a black hole. This is exactly what you will want to avoid. All the children were pulled into the black hole and I was nearly pulled in myself. I managed to turn the thing off and pull the children out, but their atoms were all mixed up. It took me the whole rest of the day to reassemble them, and one student (Rachel, age four) never got her freckles back.
Keeping a Tidy Classroom and Thermodynamics
Be sure to keep an organized plan book. Be sure to keep an organized classroom. Organize the toys on the shelves, and the puzzles too. Organize the cabinet where the snacks are kept, placing the crackers to the left and the pretzels to the right. Organize the drying rack where the soppy finger paintings are laid to dry. Organize the children’s cubbies where the detritus of their days accrues: the mittens, the lunchboxes, the crinkled crayon drawings.
Never cease in your battle against the second law of thermodynamics, that of entropy, of chaos, of mixing up. Teach the children how things come together, how energy coalesces into matter, into time and place, into life and color and humanity. Do not tell them that life is only a futile last stand against entropy, the inevitable breaking up of things. Only the janitor will learn this lesson. Nod politely to him as you depart from your classroom each day. This man works hard. He sweeps the staples off the floor, vacuums the crumbs from the rug, and wipes the encrusted Play-Doh from the remotest corners of the classroom. And only he fully understands that no matter how hard teachers strive for the opposite, all lessons are only about entropy.
Mapping the Stars
Many children are familiar with connect-the-dots drawings. These can be an excellent introduction to the study of stellar geography.
Give the children blank star maps and have them design and name their own constellations. I recall that in my class, Margaret (age: two point five) and Tommy (age: three) both named their constellations Mommy,
while most of the others called theirs by their own names.
It was Gabriel who connected every star on the map to every other star. He named it the Foof and when I asked him what a foof was he told me that it was a monster that ate itself up and then ate its own mouth.
I desperately wanted to ask for further details, such as how a thing could eat its own mouth, and whether or not the Foof knew he was a foof. No doubt Gabriel would have had some answer for me, but I wasn’t ready to let him see how little adults sometimes know.
Concluding Your Unit/The Multiverse
Your classroom’s exploration of the physical principles of the universe will never truly conclude.
Move on, but revisit and review by having the children count the atoms in a cracker at snack time, or by asking them to identify the difference in the wavelengths of light reflecting off purple and yellow paints.
The children’s capacity to recall the material will surprise you. Gabriel, for example, asked if it were the case that nothing drawn or written down is true. I told him that, yes, nothing drawn or written is true because the truth is too complex to be captured by human efforts. It was then that he showed me a drawing he had made of the singularity in which all matter and energy were contained at the beginning of time.
It was, I was surprised to notice, perfectly accurate, and so I had to recant my prior statement. Being perfectly accurate, this drawing hummed with the desire to know the distance and emptiness and confusion it depicted, and it opened up like a flower into a new universe that runs, to this day, mostly parallel to our own and which can only be witnessed, occasionally, on sheets of construction paper.
Another foof,
Gabriel told me.
Be sure, brave teachers, to recognize such accomplishments. Hang the children’s work on the bulletin board. Tell them that their parents will be proud. Perhaps, if the work warrants such a reaction, fall to your knees and let your head become heavy with new insights.
When the children’s work is done, tell them that you will be moving on to a new unit. A unit about vegetables and healthy foods, perhaps, or about words that rhyme.
This will be your final opportunity, so fight your own weariness, and beg the children to sit still on the rug just a moment longer.
Speak your closing words about time and space. Remind the children that the two are not separate, that both are relative, that clocks lie, that schedules lie, that time only appears to move in one direction, that the universe is both finite and infinite, and that anything true is impossible to fit inside your head.
Then pack the children up to go home. Sing the good-bye song and send them on their way.
DAN KEANE
AP Style
FROM Zoetrope
LA PAZ, Bolivia—Police say 24 people were killed in a tragic accident Monday when a bus plunged from a narrow mountain road.
MEMO FROM MEX. CITY:
Not everything sad is tragic. Evaluate on case-by-case basis.
More Bolivia context please.
LA PAZ, Bolivia—Police say 47 people were killed Tuesday when a bus plunged from a narrow mountain road.
Bolivia is the poorest country in South America.
MEMO FROM MEX. CITY:
Tragic fine for 47 dead. Just fyi.
LA PAZ, Bolivia—Government officials say a new highway completed Wednesday outside the Bolivian capital will save lives.
The paved route through the mountains replaces a narrow dirt track known as the Death Road, blamed for decades of fatal accidents.
At the ribbon-cutting ceremony local dignitaries smashed clay pots of chicha, or corn beer, on the highway’s spotless new concrete.
The traditional Bolivian tribute sought favor from the Pachamama, the Earth goddess revered by much of Bolivia’s indigenous population.
MEMO FROM MEX. CITY:
Please use Indian over indigenous.
Indigenous sounds like an endangered tree frog.
Readers know what an Indian is.
LA PAZ, Bolivia—A roundtable of foreign correspondents covering this Andean nation declared Thursday that the most totally Bolivian thing
would be to fuck an Indian.
The table raised their glasses to cholitas, local slang for the Indian women who wear the traditional dress of petticoats, shawl, bowler hat, and long braids.
To petticoats!
a reporter said.
To what’s underneath!
said a guy who sometimes wrote for Time.
Reaction was swift from the lone female at the table.
Jesus,
said the freelance radio correspondent. You colonialist assholes.
LA PAZ, Bolivia—It’ll be bowler hats, not bikinis, at a beauty pageant to be held this week for Indian women in the capital of this landlocked country.
Contestants for the title of Miss Cholita La Paz will be judged on the style and authenticity of their hats, colorful skirts, and sequined shawls. The young women will also be asked to dance and to deliver a short speech in the Aymara Indian language.
The grand prize is a college scholarship and an honorary role at city events throughout the year.
MEMO FROM MEX. CITY:
Lukewarm on Indian beauty pageant.
Happens every year? Pls. confirm.
If annual, just send Luis for photos.
LA PAZ, Bolivia—Police say 19 people were killed Friday when a bus plunged from a recently built mountain highway.
Survivors report the bus lost control on a sharp turn and broke through a new guardrail before falling into a deep ravine.
Among the Bolivians who died was a six-year-old girl.
Bolivia is the poorest country in South America.
MEMO FROM MEX. CITY:
In future pls. skip all bus plunges with less than ~20 dead.
Exceptions for holidays, election days, great photos, etc.
File all accidents with foreign fatalities, esp. non-LatAm.
An international agency covers international news.
LA PAZ, Bolivia—Shimmering sequins and fluffy petticoats shared the runway Saturday at the Miss Cholita La Paz pageant, an annual celebration of this city’s blend of Indian heritage and urban style.
This year’s winner, Patricia Quispe, 23, wowed judges with an electric blue skirt and shawl, gold press-on nails, and a saucer-sized brooch dangling from her black bowler hat.
"I’m proud to be a cholita, and proud to be a Bolivian woman," a beaming Quispe told the crowd gathered in a chilly La Paz park.
The new Miss Cholita La Paz works during the day at her aunt’s chicken stand in a cliffside neighborhood overlooking downtown. At night she studies business administration at a local university.
Once fitted with her title’s golden sash, Quispe stepped down from the stage to be smothered by a joyful mob of round cholita neighbors and aunts. One by one they lifted her bowler hat and mashed handfuls of confetti into her hair.
The confetti caught on Quispe’s lipstick when she laughed and gathered in great drifts on her sequined shoulders.
High above the park, the Andes turned pink.
MEMO FROM MEX. CITY:
Nice color here but still going to pass.
Strictly local news. But Quispe’s a looker, eh?
Tell Luis great photos.
LA PAZ, Bolivia—A reporter shared a taxi home from the club early Sunday morning with a freelance radio correspondent.
The reporter carefully slid a hand across the backseat, but the freelance radio correspondent dozed on against the far window.
Orange streetlights rolled over her face. The reporter imagined the two of them were alone together in the empty maze of a ruined city.
At her building the freelance radio correspondent leaned over and kissed the reporter once on the cheek, as local custom required.
Fun night,
she said. "Dream of your cholita."
Not an air kiss, though. Full lips. On her skin he could smell where the club sweat had flash-dried in the mountain air.
LA PAZ, Bolivia—An ambitious campaign to modernize Bolivia’s primitive highways takes a big step this week as construction begins on a new route across the country’s remote eastern jungles.
Government officials say the Trans-Amazon Highway will promote development and expand trade with wealthy neighbor Brazil.
But Amazonian Indian groups oppose the project, fearing the road will open up their traditional homelands to outside settlement.
MEMO FROM MEX. CITY:
Road-through-virgin-rainforest thing a bit played out these days.
Does Brazil care? Check in with São Paolo.
Maybe a feature when it opens.
LA PAZ, Bolivia—Miss Cholita La Paz has been stripped of her title for wearing fake braids during the pageant, city officials announced Monday.
Witnesses said they noticed the braids coming loose as Patricia Quispe, 23, embraced friends and family after winning the title Saturday evening.
Mothers of the other contestants immediately cornered the judges in the park where the pageant was held.
A harried man from the city’s cultural bureau finally agreed to call a new pageant for the following weekend, with strict rules regarding hair.
MEMO FROM MEX. CITY:
Loving Braidgate.
A feature there? Trials of being an Indian in the 21st century?
Interview Quispe re: lifestyle, Internet, globalization, etc.
LA PAZ, Bolivia—A reporter’s phone buzzed just as the Miss Cholita La Paz story broke over the office radio.
Do fake Indians still count? :-) a freelance radio correspondent wanted to know.
The reporter sent back a quick, noncommittal Crazy, right? and then a professional inquiry: You filing this?
No shit I’m filing this, came the reply. See you in the funny papers.
LA PAZ, Bolivia—The disgraced Miss Cholita La Paz was approached by a reporter Tuesday at her aunt’s chicken stand in a cliffside neighborhood overlooking downtown.
The angry aunt berated the reporter with a greasy chicken knife, but Patricia Quispe, 23, waved her off.
It’s okay. I’ll talk.
Freed from its pins, Quispe’s short, black hair hung level with her hard-set chin. She said she’d worn long braids since childhood but cut them off last year when she went to Buenos Aires in search of work.
If you show up with braids, they call you an Indian,
she said. And they pay you a lot less.
Would Quispe call herself an Indian?
Look,
she said. I’m a woman who works at a chicken stand. I go to night school for business administration. I grew up in the mountains and I wore petticoats—we all did. Then my mother died and we moved to the city.
So no, not anymore?
Let me finish. I wear jeans to school and maybe I forget a lot of my Aymara. But I spent four months’ pay on that outfit you saw Saturday, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever put on.
The disgraced Miss Cholita La Paz fought back tears.
Call me whatever you want,
she said to the blood-smeared countertop.
MEMO FROM MEX. CITY:
Braidgate draft good. Tell Luis we need a photo.
Amp up Modern Indian
angle a bit.
Maybe Quispe has a blog? Cell phone?
LA PAZ, Bolivia—More than a dozen people were injured Wednesday in violent protests against the construction of a new highway through Bolivia’s remote eastern jungles.
The Trans-Amazon Highway aims to boost trade in South America’s poorest country. But Amazonian Indians say the road will carve up their rainforest homeland.
Meanwhile, Aymara Indians in the dry western mountains see the route as opening Bolivia’s fertile lowlands to settlement.
MEMO FROM MEX. CITY:
Confused. So we’ve got Indians vs. Indians here?
Or Indians vs. Civilization? If the latter pls. add to Braidgate final.
Price for car & driver to Trans-Amazon?
LA PAZ, Bolivia—A freelance radio correspondent called Wednesday looking for a ride out to the Trans-Amazon protests.
Tell me you’re going,
she said when a reporter picked up. Tell me you’ve got a seat for your favorite starving freelancer.
The reporter’s budget was too tight for a dozen injured.
You should go, though,
he