Tex[t]-Mex, Seductive Hallucinations of the “Mexican” in America, 2.0 or “Narcissus Mexicanus”: A Diary Chronicling the Transmogrifying Metamorphosis of a Mexican American’s Neurosis from Psyche to Book to Museum and on to the Internet

Abstract

The odd thing about a book for the author is that you want it dead. Well, not dead, maybe, but finished: Over. Done. Put to bed. In the can. Cut. Print. [Oddly, here, at the outset, the language of motion pictures intercedes and tries to steal the show – note to self and indulgent reader, ‘we will want to keep track of this’…]

“Over the table, on which an unpacked line of fabric samples was all spread out—Samsa was a traveling salesman—hung the picture which he had recently cut out of a glossy magazine and lodged in a pretty gilt frame.”

—“Metamorphosis.” Franz Kafka (Kafka 3)

“The brittle pages crumble at your touch… ”

—“Aura” Carlos Fuentes (Fuentes 131)