Writers Museum to Land in Chicago

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Imagine my surprise when I emailed a Chicago writer friend to ask about the status of the forthcoming American Writers Museum, only to discover her response, “We’re getting a writers museum?”

Yes, folks, especially my fellow writers, the American Writers Museum Foundation will establish the first national museum in the US dedicated to the history and influence of our literature, American literature. And where better to have it than the town who has given birth to or taken under its wings the likes of Ernest “Papa” Hemingway, Gwendolyn Brooks, Carl Sandburg, Saul Bellow, Studs Terkel, and Nelson Algren, Lisel Mueller, and the city that inspired others nationwide to have their own reading program?

 

Papa

Papa

 

For me, Chicago puts the literary in literature when I think of the setting for one of my favorite books, Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle, and when I think of the hours and hours I spent at the Cultural Center, formerly the very Chicago Public Library where David Mamet claims he discovered the power of literature.

 

Beginning in 2015, some of those supposed 850 million people who visit American museums each year, will have one strictly devoted to reminding them of the power of literature. The museum will curate literary themes such as American Quests, American Families, and American Towns and Communities. Among the museum’s intentions are to

  • explore American writers’ ” influence on our history, our identity, our culture and our daily lives.”
  • “enrich and deepen appreciation for good writing in all its forms”, and to
  • “inspire people of all ages and from all walks of life to discover, or rediscover, a love of reading and writing.”

The museum’s first exhibit–an online gallery that explores literature’s connection with history, identity, and daily life– is available for viewing now.

 

It’s still too early to buy tickets or membership, but the American Writers Museum’s Facebook page and its home page are sufficient places to whet your whistle. Until we learn more I’ll be wondering fantasizing about its architecture and, apparently, keeping my Chicago writer friends updated.

Peru’s North Coast from Punta Sal to Hemingway

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Peru’s north beaches erase the stresses of life abroad. After a disappointing venture months ago in Colán, where the rooms were so close to the ocean that it felt like sleeping with a roaring lion, silence and solitude were mine at Las Terrazas Hospedaje in Punta Sal. Las Terrazas is one block from the ocean. From where I sit, at the quaint bar and in my room, the views bring it seemingly within hands reach.

My room is the largest of the seven rooms available. The clean space overlooks the sad excuse for a gym on the terrace below me but from it, the Pacific lulls me to sleep every night. Bring towels because even your private bathroom doesn’t include them.

 

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Damn fresh seafood

During the day, you’ll walk along the beach to see men fishing and otherwise procuring seafood, giving an indication of how fresh your dinner will be. Punta Sal’s beach scene reminded me more of South Florida. While not quite as white and fine as Siesta Key’s, the sand was remarkably clean. The water was clear and seductive of a good frolic.

Small-time vendors mill up and down the beach selling little edibles, handmade jewelry, oversized beach towels, and the lot. Though for better beach-style shopping spend a few hours in Máncora before reaching Punta Sal, a 20-minute collectivo ride from Punta Sal for a couple hours of surf town exploration. Máncora is the Panama City Beach of Peru. Peruvians can’t speak highly enough of it, and while it’s fun for a day and offers some luxurious hotels, most gringos recommend staying in Punta Sal, a far quieter, tranquil place more for swimming than surfing.

Though for another half-day trip, further south on the Pan-American highway, there’s Cabo Blanco, famous for sport fishing. None other than the king of sport fishing, Ernest Hemingway stayed there in the 1950s when shooting Old Man and the Sea. Or maybe it’s where he wrote the book. Accounts vary. Nonetheless, over time and climatic changes, this stretch of shoreline has become known more for its breaking surf than for its breaking fishing poles.

 

You'll feel like family when leaving Walter & Lyndsey of Las Terrazas.

You’ll feel like family when leaving Walter & Lyndsey of Las Terrazas.

Return to Las Terrazas in Punta Sal for a bite. Locals and those staying at other resorts or rentals houses around the hamlet come in for fantastic cooking by the English owner, Lyndsey Salazar, and her Peruvian common-law husband, Walter Alcántara. Many of them might have learned about the place from Walter’s active Facebook page, where he periodically lists dining coupons. Pizzas and coctalitos are the must-do duo for the first night.

My first visit was S/. 80 ($31) per night, but the second time around I negotiated a better deal for S/. 65 ($25) per night. Standard Peruvian drinks such as pisco sours and chilcanos start at about S/. 12 and brick oven pizzas run about S/. 30. Breakfast is included every day.

I’m not typically attracted to the beach lifestyle, but Peru’s north coast beaches have been a saving grace to me as a travel-weary expat. I’m hoping to squeeze in a third trip to Punta Sal before leaving the country in six weeks.

 

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Oh, dear Papa, that you still linger here

 

HOW TO GET THERE:

From Piura

S/. 15 to hop aboard the Eppo bus line to Máncora. Once there find a collectivo, or carpool, to Punta Sal for S/. 4. That’ll get you to the gate, whereupon you’ll need to walk a couple miles into the sleepy beach community or wait momentarily for a S/. 1 or 2 moto, or Peruvian rickshaw.

Christmases Abroad

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This year marks my third Christmas spent abroad. It’s also my third different country.

China

The Chinese leave up paper Santa Claus decorations year-round, therefore mitigating the sentimentality during the proper holiday season. It’s China, though, so of course purchasing cheap (in all senses of the word) decor was easy, and therefore I did enjoy a decorous apartment. (No pictures from those China days are available; part of the realities of my four years abroad.) The city does decorate, usually about a week before the 25th. And the Chinese have about as much knowledge of the meaning of Christmas as Westerners do of Mid-Autumn Festival or Tomb Sweeping Day.

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This was actually taken at a chifa (or Chinese restaurant) in Piura, Peru

India

India has a bogglingly wide variety of religions that celebrate some major holiday between November and December. My arrival in early November 2010 coincided well with their Diwali. Theirs are full of glittering lights and a palpable sense of joy, and the practice of giving gifts is common. There were even a few strands of garland and some Christian crosses illuminated in the windows of apartments I passed when walking from the train station to my apartment.

India and Peru are both hot during this time of year. And Peru, being in the Southern Hemisphere of course, it’s the summer, made especially poignant by the fact that everywhere I go are dull desert landscapes.

 

Diwali, festival of lights, is as brilliant and spirited as Christmas      Photo Credit

Diwali, festival of lights, is as brilliant and spirited as Christmas       Photo Credit The Atlantic

 

The US

Last year in the US surely anyone around me could have seen my holiday spirit. It was my first Christmas and birthday in my own country in three years. The star on the scene was our abundance of snow, decorating what my dad called a Charlie Brown tree, watching White Christmas on cable, and being surrounded by American vegetarian food.

 

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Dad and our Charlie Brown tree

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Peru

This year in Peru is my first in a predominantly Catholic country. Naturally, the Christmas trees, the panetón (which Italian Americans commonly eat and which is like a dry fruitcake), and even the office parties remind me of home– even if the latter do take place in Spanish.

Some things that are making this year special include my two weeks off from the university. First up was Punta Sal for four days (read more about that next month). There’s nothing like the beach to squash an expat’s stresses. Starting tonight Christmas will be spent with friends in Lima, where the cafés, art galleries, and architecture walks beckon.

 

Feliz Navidad y Prospero Año

Feliz Navidad y Prospero Año

 

Since I’m still counting the days until I return to the US in February (59 as of today), it’s rather pointless to wax sentimental about Christmas. May my readers delight in a blessed holiday and a helluva lotta love and luck in the new year.