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Sergio Troncoso
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El Paso, Texas, The United States
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May 2010
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We Wear the Mask: 15 Stories of Passing in America
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From This Wicked Patch of Dust
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2011
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Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
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2011
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A Peculiar Kind of Immigrant's Son
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2019
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The Last Tortilla: and Other Stories
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1999
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Nepantla Familias: An Anthology of Mexican American Literature on Families in between Worlds
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2021
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Nobody’s Pilgrims
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The Nature of Truth
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2003
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Our Lost Border: Essays on Life Amid the Narco-Violence
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2013
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Letter to my Young Sons
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2010
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Librarians Select Nobody's Pilgrims for Top Ten List of In the Margins Book Awards
Librarians select
Nobody's Pilgrims
for the Top Ten List in Fiction, Nonfiction, and Social Advocacy of the IN THE MARGINS BOOK AWARDS for 2023. So grateful for librarians reaching out to readers often overlooked, underrepresented in literature."Nobody's Pilgrims offers a stark vision of a country whose social ills have sullied the path to the pursuit of happiness. Yet its intrepid
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"What a great story of three teenagers making their way. Not a feel good book, but one that makes you feel good about some of mankind. "
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"I've been informed this is an Adult novel. Reading it, I was inclined to deem it "Young Adult," as its central characters were around age 17. However, it did turn quite sinister -- involving a fictional, violent crime syndicate in Mexico, enabled by "
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“Turi remembers this strange feeling repeated throughout his life: who he thinks he is in his mind is sometimes not who others see or imagine he can be. This gap never seems to go away. Sometimes this secret self is comforting, for its privacy. Sometimes it is amusing, when he witnesses what crazy assumptions others have of him. Too often this gap is dispiriting, a prison inside of him without any means of escape.”
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“I am in between. Trying to write to be understood by those who matter to me, yet also trying to push my mind with ideas beyond the everyday. It is another borderland I inhabit. Not quite here nor there. On good days I feel I am a bridge. On bad days I just feel alone.”
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
“Rich people don’t have to have a life-and-death relationship with the truth and its questions; they can ignore the truth and still thrive materially. I am not surprised many of them understand literature only as an ornament. Life is an ornament to them, relationships are ornaments, their 'work' is but a flimsy, pretty ornament meant to momentarily thrill and capture attention.”
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
“I held Angie Luna in that room for hours, and I remember the different times we made love like epochs in a civilization, each movement and every touch, apex upon abyss. In the luxury of our bed, we tried every position and every angle. I explored the curves on her body and delighted in seeing the freedom of her ecstasy. Her desperate whispers and pleas. I told her I loved her, and she said she loved me too. We lay in bed with our limbs entangled, in a pacific silence that reminded me of existing on a beach just for the sake of such an existence. I couldn't imagine the world ever becoming better, and for some strange reason the thought slipped into my head that I had suddenly grown to be an old man because I could only hope to repeat, but never improve on, a night like this. I finally took her home sometime when the interstate was empty, and the bridges seemed to lead to nowhere, for they were desolate too.”
― The Last Tortilla: and Other Stories
― The Last Tortilla: and Other Stories
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“In this country, not enough of us are crossing borders: We are not a We anymore. This is the central problem our country will have for the next fifty years. If we overcome it and create a new America, we will have many more good chapters of history together as a community. If we don’t, we will begin and accelerate a decline in our country, with ramifications that could unfold over many nightmarish scenarios.”
― Nepantla Familias: An Anthology of Mexican American Literature on Families in between Worlds
― Nepantla Familias: An Anthology of Mexican American Literature on Families in between Worlds
“Rich people don’t have to have a life-and-death relationship with the truth and its questions; they can ignore the truth and still thrive materially. I am not surprised many of them understand literature only as an ornament. Life is an ornament to them, relationships are ornaments, their 'work' is but a flimsy, pretty ornament meant to momentarily thrill and capture attention.”
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
“I am in between. Trying to write to be understood by those who matter to me, yet also trying to push my mind with ideas beyond the everyday. It is another borderland I inhabit. Not quite here nor there. On good days I feel I am a bridge. On bad days I just feel alone.”
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
“I exercised my mental muscles in the library, and lo and behold, I transformed myself from a casual reader into a focused one. So it was more than just free books, but also free space and a culture that reinforced settling down, deep reading, thinking, imagining, and exploring with my mind. I am no doubt a writer today because I had a place to go as a kid, where I knew stories were essential, and where everybody also reveled in the wonder within books.”
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
“Words are the residue that I was there, that I loved my wife, that I kissed my children goodnight, that I sacrificed my life for them. Words are a curse. Life is a curse. Words escape life. Life escapes words. What in God's name am I? How does someone name a God? What is it to name yourself?”
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
― Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
