Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?
This is such a loaded question that I am not sure how to answer it. I grew up in Venezuela, atop a hill overlooking the town of Los Teques. The place had been a coffee plantation way back then. Our little house was at the end of a dead end street, surrounded by mango and coffee trees. To go to Catholic school I had to descend from the hill down into town, and then climb back at the end of the day. I was a skinny kid with legs like a professional soccer player, going up and down that hill everyday. Summers I went to Spain, Asturias. Another world, a small town at the foot of the Pyrenees, and I hiked up and down those mountains chasing after cattle and sheep. When people ask me where I'm from, I have a hard time answering that question. I'm from somewhere between Latin America and Spain, between hills and mountains, between tropical beaches along the Caribbean and rocky cliffs next to the North Atlantic. I grew up reading all Latin American writers and poets, the Spanish classics, from El Cid through the golden era of Cervantes, plus a heavy dose of the Greeks and Romans, and those epics were bloody books, sword fighting galore. Never read Shakespeare, or anybody who didn't write in Spanish, Greek or Latin. Hemingway was a dude with a beard who used to live in Cuba, that was my deepest knowledge of American and English literature. I'm still reading Latin American writers, but I had to teach myself about all gringo writers by reading as many of their books I could get, and some English writers too. Shakespeare still is a no go, his old English being hard to follow (try reading El Cid in its original Castillian, and you will get an idea how hard it can be if you only speak contemporary Spanish). So I have two sides to my writing, a Latin side, and an American side, all mixed like jambalaya.
When did you first start writing?
Years ago, after college. My first writing was a huge novel that I never published or showed to anybody. It is still in my files somewhere. Up to this day I'm not sure what to do with it. Then I started with short stories, and some got published in university literary magazines, and I won a literary prize in 1995, which was a surprise to me because I didn't know I had entered any contexts. I have kept writing despite truck loads of rejections, and stopped submitting my work and querying agents. I got tired of wasting my time and money. I figure that the little free time I have, I would rather write than try to fit into a literary world that pays no attention to me. So I write, and write, and spread my writing all over the Internet like it were manure. Who knows, something may grow out of it.
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