Born in the Midwest and living in New York City, Hart Crane is less known for his connections with the South, his travels to Florida, Cuba and the Isle of Pines in his family estate. A poet in the ...
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Pedro Paramo's great, so atmospheric and ghostly in a uniquely Mexican death-obsessed way. Not sure how well it would translate though. The short stories are great too, but really, really harsh and depressing.
I find the whole death/Mexico thing intriguing. They have all that Day of the Dead stuff, but there's also a clear element of white people exoticising it and viewing the place as some cursed land for them to adventure through. See: the following from the Hart Crane essay.
Crane also became acquainted with his own chaotic and sacrificial self who died in the Gulf of Mexico a few months later. Meaning to leave behind a “mad, rushing crowd up north,” he unconsciously recovered an even sicker South. “Mexico was a sick country” he would admit to his friend Waldo Frank, who must have been the agent of Crane’s interest for Mexico and most feared for him when he left: “He had read my America Hispana, and wanted to do something on Montezuma.… And I was afraid. I knew Mexico very well, and I knew how strong the death wish was in Mexico. I knew there was a dark side to all that had come out of the Aztec civilization”
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Another Guggenheim recipient, painter Marsden Hartley who arrived in Mexico a month before Crane left, and was deeply shaken by his suicide, believed the country to be primarily responsible for it. Gradually exhausted by Mexico, he later believed it to be “the one place I shall always think of as wrong for me... It is a place... [where] the light will wear you down, the air will fatigue, height will oppress.... Perhaps you can learn the secret of all the dark living but you will change your whole being to do it.”
I think pretty much every piece of media I've encountered about Mexico has been about blood, death, criminals, people going down there to die, people on the run. Crane, Burroughs,
Breaking Bad,
Blood Meridian, Bataille,
Sicario,
Narcos,
Under the Volcano, Ellroy's Black Dahlia,
Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia, Robert Rodriguez's films,
Apocalypto,
Against the Day. It's little more than a graveyard in the white imaginary.