Magical Realism and Me. Or Gabriel García leaves his Márquez on me
Happy Birthday Nancy! I had never heard of Gabriel García Márquez until my senior year of college. I don't think I'd heard the term magical realism until then either. My public school education, in a very good school system might I add, leaned heavily towards old, dead American white men. Except in February. In February we would get an old dead American black man. Whoops! and my privilege is showing because when I say American I mean United States. Contiguous United States I think. Man, contiguous is a great word isn't it? Even if you didn't know what it meant you could kind of figure it out don't you think? In college I studied business and I was all business about studying business. I took my electives based on the following criteria: 1. Did they start after 10 am? 2. Did they seem like they would be pretty easy? 3. What about 10:30? Anything start after 10:30? I think at least one semester I was able to finagle a 4 day a week schedule. Maybe more ...