Sunday, August 28, 2016

John Steinbeck at the Salinas Valley


After have lived for 76 years in Mexico City, one of the  most populated metropolitan regions in the world, I came to settle in Salinas, California, the land of John Steinbeck (1902-1968), one of the 20th century writers that I most admire.  

In this circumstance, the beauty of the Salinas Valley, and the proximity of the Pacific, the "Ocean Home" of Steinbeck, helped me to mitigate my nostalgia.

Because I associate the Pacific Ocean with the author of Cannery Row,  I took for Salinas this name I read once in a newspaper: "Steinbeck-by-the-Sea."

 What a good opportunity I had as soon as I arrived to this city of the Monterey County to visit the house in which lived the Nobel Prize in his first years, as well as the Steinbeck Center. I knew in this place, among others things, the truck called Rocinante with which Steinbeck toured his country, subject of his book Travels with Charley in Search of America.

I also met the High School where he studied, as well as the Sang's Cafe "where Steinbeck ate", as they announce it at the entrance, and even went with my wife to visit his grave in which stands out the surname Hamilton, of his maternal family.

Later, I moved to the city of Soledad, close to the  Salinas River, one of the places mentioned in the novel Of Mice and Men.

While Soledad is a small town, it has some importance in art, because Steinbeck not only takes it into account, but is the town it in the opera La Fanciulla del West, by the Italian composer Giacomo Puccini (1858-1924). 

In the first act of this opera, Minnie, the girl of the West, says:

Laggiù nel Soledad, ero piccina, 
avevo una stanzuccia affumicata 
nella taverna sopra la cucina.
Ci vivevo con babbo e mamma mia. 
Tutto ricordo: vedo le persone 
entrare e uscire a sera.

(There, in Soledad, when I was a small child, I lived in a hovel filled with smoke, over the kitchen of a tavern. I lived with my parents. Ah, I remember everything!)

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The book John Steinbeck. Writer. A Biography, written by Jackson J. Benson, took me by surprise to surprise. In the first part, entitled The Long Valley, the biographer, who teaches American Literature at San Diego State University, studies Steinbeck's life, from his first years, when he discovered his vocation, to the years of his brilliant maturity, when he founded his own voice.

Many towns of the Salinas Valley  and the California central coast are referred to throughout the work, including King City, Monterey, Pacific Grove, Chualar, Jolon, Watsonville, Castroville and Paso Robles, among others.

But let us back to Steinbeck.  We know that even though he never attained a degree at Stanford University, he studied Latin and Spanish, as well as basic Greek, and he had always a passion for the language

The biographer details thoroughly the diverse activities of  Steinbeck and the contact and  empathy he had with the immigrant agricultural workers, and his effort to speak to the Philippines in Tagalog, as well as in Spanish to the Mexicans. By the way, Mexican workers did the  more difficult and dirty tasks, according to Benson.

The importance of Steinbeck legacy is accurately captured by the author of this book which is essential for those who love the work of the great American writer.

Let me end this brief essay commenting the occasion in which the young writer challenged a preacher talking about  "spiritual hunger." Steinbeck interrupted him in a loud voice: "Feed the body, and the soul will take care of itself."  That young writer would defend years later the homeless in  The Grapes of Wrath, the novel that shocked the "good consciences" of his time.








  



Thursday, August 18, 2016

Buster Posey

                          

Con la autorización de su autora, que mucho agradezco, publico esta crónica en la que deporte y literatura se dan la mano: 

                                           Posey 

                          Por Josefina Cabrera-Moreno 

Es increíble caminar por las calles cercanas al estadio ATT Park de los Giants de San Francisco, sobre todo en días de juego. Mujeres, niños, adultos, todos, todos llevan a sus espaldas los nombres de Posey, Bumgarner, Pence, Romo, Lincecum, Bonds y uno que otro despistado, a los rivales de los nuestros.

Todo comienza bien. Cuarta entrada y ya vamos ganando 4-0 a Pittsburgh. Al comienzo de la quinta entrada decidimos ir a comprar algo de comida. Fueron unos cuantos minutos que los perdimos de vista. Al regresar a nuestros asientos, los Piratas ya tenían casa llena y sin out. Una fatídica quinta entrada.

En las siguientes entradas, cuando más necesitábamos del bateo de los nuestros, este no llegó. Se escucha por ahí un “como diría mi abuelita, Belt amaneció con el santo de espalda…”

Empieza la novena entraba alta con el marcador 6-4 en favor de los visitantes. Se escucha “Mamá, el mechón, préndeme el mechón… mamá, el mechón, préndeme el mechón…” canción que anuncia la entrada del pitcher mexicoamericano Sergio Romo.

Los dos primeros jugadores, ponchados y de repente escucho al lado mío un “Bravo, bravo paisano..." Un orgulloso mexicano se emociona. Romo logra mantener sin cambio el marcador.

Novena baja. Cierran los Giants. El marcador se mueve a 6-5. Casa llena y sin out. ¡Posey al bat! El estadio de pie, corea: “Lets go Giants, lets go… Let´s go Giants, let´s go…”

Salimos del estado. En las calles, la música no para. Las tiendas oficiales de los Giants están repletas de aficionados.

Rumbo a casa, a medio camino paramos a cenar. Como si nos hubiéramos puesto de acuerdo, varios aficionados llegamos al mismo lugar. "Que si Posey", "que si Bochy no sacó a tiempo al pitcher Matt Cain en la quinta entrada..."

Después, una plática con nuestro mesero, originario de Oaxaca. Lo hermosa que es Oaxaca, sus montañas, sus playas, la zona arqueológica de Monte Albán, la comida, el mezcal... Y al final, un “regresen la próxima semana para traerles un mezcalito y duerman bieeeen a gusto…”

“Posey batea para double play. Pierden los Giants y Josefina feliz…”  dicen por ahí.

Amo ir al estadio. Vivir el ambiente. Saborear la comida. Ver la emoción de los niños. La alegría o frustración de los aficionados. El orgullo de portar la jersey. Qué importa el resultado.