There’s something strangely alluring about New Mexico. In fact there are a great many unusual things about this large, sparsely populated state sandwiched between Texas and Arizona, Colorado and Old Mexico. But it was difficult for me to pin down what it was that kept me here, shuttling back and forth to see my family in England. I may have been given the answer when our neighbor Virginia Feather stopped by and dropped off a book for me to read. It was New Mexico, Rio Grande, and Other Essays,
From the Diary
Today, as the first week of March ends, the northeastern quadrant of the United States is stricken with yet another storm. Here in Albuquerque we are experiencing another day without rain or snow. If only we could have someone tow some of those clouds a few hundred miles to the Southwest! Yes, I know Lake Michigan and Lake Huron are at their lowest levels ever and need water too, but let me go on.
New Mexico’s largest city is shadowed from rain clouds by higher terrain that lies to the east,
After two months living in the London Borough of Hackney, this was my last day before leaving for New Mexico. After eight weeks of being totally immersed in London, I felt as though I was leaving home, not leaving for home, though I knew that my cerebral software would install new programs soon after I reached the Albuquerque airport and it would be as though I never left, almost.
Today was also a special day simply because it was Saturday. This meant Broadway Market,
This is a tale about the strange and wonderful things that you might learn, off the beaten track in the American West.
My first wife, bless her, could never have imagined what would happen to her after I wooed her away from a predictable life in Folkestone, Kent, and asked her to join me in Bermuda. Before the Navajoland experience we had a great first year of married life, but then circumstances intervened – immigration legalities, health, island ennui – and we flew off to be near my family and friends in Utah,
Part of the following was extracted from my autobiography Wonderment , published on October 1 by Matador, an imprint of Troubador Publishing.
It may be actually true that I owe my successful, un-theatrical career to William Shakespeare.
The story starts during my 30 months as a provincial journalist in New Mexico, following a succession of similar jobs in Utah, Bermuda, and England. In addition to my editing and reporting chores I produced a weekly column called “The Chaff Barrel,” a life-changer in that it introduced me to the local theatre scene.
(The following is NOT excerpted from my new book, Wonderment, which I call the life story of a science writer)
I have always felt a certain pride in the dexterity with which I can adapt from British culture to American culture and vice versa. This month, in deepest Missouri, I was in danger of disproving my own assumption.
It started three years ago, when my new bride and I went on an October honeymoon road trip that included spending a few nights in her family’s hideaway,