Putting Faces on Numbers



by Mary Castillo

Almost every night on the news we watch a story about illegal immigration. We hear the numbers and see the footage of men and women trekking through the desert, or cuffed and led into vans by Immigration or Border Patrol officers. But rarely do we see the faces of illegal immigrants, much less the faces of their American-born children who account for 3 million of our population. In the wake of U.S. Immigration and Customs enforcement (ICE) increased efforts to arrest and deport illegal immigrants – resulting in home and employment raids – these children are “caught into a situation they didn’t cause and cannot fix,” says Linda Ellerbee with Nick News.

I’m American! They’re Not! exposes the lives of three families with parents are here illegally but their children are American citizens. The half-hour documentary premieres Sunday, Mar. 16, at 9:00 p.m. ET/PT on Nickelodeon.

Ellerbee opens the story by asking viewers, “Imagine living in fear of your parents being caught and deported. Or your parents get deported, but you stay – without parents. Or your parents get deported and you go with them, leaving your home, your country and the only life you’ve ever known. Kids, American citizens, are dealing with these issues every day.”

In I’m American! They’re Not! we meet the young girl of parents living a shadow life. She talks about the fear she shares with her fellow students that when they come home from school, their parents won’t be there. The second segment introduces to two brothers, Iven and Noe, who moved to the small town of Visciano when their parents were deported. Iven says, “School here is hard for me because I don’t know how to write or read in Spanish. In the United States I used to get good grades like A’s, and now I’m getting grades like C’s and D’s.”
The final segment tells the story of three teenaged siblings who are living in New Mexico with a legal guardian while their parents were forced to return to Mexico. Every month, the older brother drives his sisters across the border to visit their mom and dad. Ellerbee was touched when the brother of that family said, “My parents coming illegally, did a wrong thing to do the right thing. They thought about us having a better life.”
She hopes that I’m American! They’re Not! will touch families by giving these children a face and voice that everyone can relate to.

“The kids so eloquent and so genuine,” Ellerbee said. “After all these years of doing this I’m not surprised that’s so, but I’m terribly touched by it.”

Meet Marta



This month I’m giving away a signed copy of Marta Acosta’s best-selling comedy, Happy Hour at Casa Dracula. A few weeks ago, Marta had her way with me at her blog and now I’m returning the favor. Here’s what went down:

Chica Lit: Tell me about your Milagro del los Santos books.

Marta: My Casa Dracula series follows the adventures (and misadventures) of funny, quirky, well-intentioned, and occasionally clueless Milagro De Los Santos. Although she’s got a degree from a Fancy University (F.U.), she’s barely scraping out a living when she’s accidentally infected with a condition that causes her to crave uncooked meat, and also makes her sensitive to sunlight. The family who carries this condition thinks that Milagro is a trashy social climber, and she thinks they’re, well, vampires. The books are romantic comedies about someone who always feels as if she’s on the outside of things and desperately wants to belong, but not enough to give up her own identity.

Chica Lit: Milagro has such a distinct personality. Did she come to you first, or was it the idea of a vampire love story?

Marta: I think I probably began with the form of the story first. I wanted to write a romantic comedy like those that I’ve always enjoyed. So you’ve got the intrepid, likable, but occasionally oblivious heroine; the conflict of social classes; the misunderstandings; the eccentric characters; and the ridiculous coincidences. I was really focused on ways to make the story funny.
But I did think a lot about the kind of protagonist I wanted. I wanted her to have those personality traits that I love in my favorite fictional characters, from Jane Austen to P.G. Wodehouse. I didn’t want someone who was perfect because young people aren’t perfect. They lack the experience and cynicism to make wise decisions. They trust the wrong people. They act on impulse. Hopefully, they learn from their mistakes, but there are always new mistakes to make!

Chica Lit: Speaking of vampires, why do you think they make such appealing romantic figures?

Marta: Oh, I don’t think they’re particularly appealing, which is why I subvert the cliches in my stories. But I think the romance is that a vampire hero doesn’t have the usual guy flaws. He never leaves the toilet seat up at night, or spends a Sunday afternoon watching football and eating Cool Ranch Doritos. He doesn’t make snide comments about your parents, and he doesn’t bicker about what movie to see. A vampire would never show up for a date wearing sweats, carrying a six-pack of beer and tell you he doesn’t feel like going out, so can you cook something.

Chica Lit: And without changing the subject, what is your favorite vampire book or movie?

Marta: I really liked Joss Whedon’s shows, “Angel” and “Buffy, the Vampire Slayer.” Whedon does great characters, has wonderful ensemble casts, and really loves the English language. He takes chances and he lets his characters develop and change.

Chica Lit: When does your third book, The Bride of Casa Dracula come out and how long will you continue the series?

Marta: The Bride of Casa Dracula comes out in September and I’m supposed to be proofing the manuscript now! Simon & Schuster just bought two more novels, a fourth Casa Dracula novel and another romantic comedy that I’m really excited about and will be writing this year.

Chica Lit: I also read that you’re writing a young adult novel. How’s that coming along and when will it be released?

Marta: I am writing a young adult novel and I’m dying to finish it. But I’ve got deadlines for my other novels, so it’s on hold for now. It’s a Gothic and set in a mysterious and exclusive private school.

Chica Lit: Talk about how your journey to becoming a published author. Are there books lurking under your bed?

Marta: How many are under yours! Ha. I tried writing screenplays, but, as a friend who worked in Hollywood told me, “It’s who you know, and you don’t know anyone.” She was absolutely right, but I felt I had to knock on that door. Then I ran around and tried the windows, but they were locked, too.

I wrote one novel before Happy Hour at Casa Dracula, a noir thriller. Editors liked the writing, but said that it wasn’t marketable because it was too dark. I took a break from fiction and I began writing humor and columns. I’d always written funny stories, but I’d never taken my humorous writing seriously. (Well, no one takes humorous writing seriously.) I realized how much fun I had making people laugh and I decided to write a funny novel.

Chica Lit: And because you asked me, I’m going to ask you if, as a Latina, do you want your characters or stories to say anything about identity?

Marta: Absolutely. I want my characters to show a shared humanity. I want people to identify with Milagro and to realize that they’ve got a lot in common with her. I also want them to see what it’s like to be outside of things — but the thing is that everyone feels that way sometimes. Everyone has that moment when they’re watching everyone else having a good time and feeling like they don’t fit in.

Chica Lit: Have you faced any challenges as a Latina author, or had to deal with any misperceptions about who you are and what you’re writing?

Marta: Oh, I often think that if I wrote a story that fit the expectations about Latinos, I would have been published earlier. There’s the pressure to write magical realism, which is why you see so many shoddy knock-offs of Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

Marcela Landres, who’s an editor and has the Latinidad website and newsletter, has written eloquently on the subject of stereotypes and expectations, as has novelist Daniel Alarcon. To read the story, go here.

Chica Lit: Do you write to music?

Marta: I always listen to music as I write because it helps set the mood. Half of my chapter titles are taken from songs. My taste in music, like my taste in writing, is all over the place. I’m inspired by bitter, clever lyricists like Elvis Costello and Lou Reed. I like anything that rocks out, including old-school punk and metal.

Singers like Aretha Franklin and Frank Sinatra can really set a mood, and I think no one conveys a sense of yearning more than Al Green.

I like any song with “California” or “party” in the title, so of course I listened to “Hotel California” and “Party Hard” when I was working on my second novel, Midnight Brunch, which took place at a mysterious and lavish desert hotel.

My current favorite song is TV on the Radio’s “Wolf Like Me,” which I play loudly several times in a row, and I love the seriously funky “Bollywood Joint” from Spike Lee’s “Inside Man.”

Thanks Marta!

If you’d like to win a copy of this laugh-out-loud, HIGHlarious book, go to the Contest page and play to win! If you’d like to read Marta’s interview with me and learn more about her books, go to her blog.

Today’s Big News

The Bootleggers by Edward Hopper from Art.com

Mom called this morning to tell me that I’m in today’s San Diego Union Tribune! It’s a bit surreal to be in the hometown paper that my parents read every morning. But hey, I’ll take it!

Last night, I taped Ghost Hunters but I promised Ryan that I’d wait till Friday to watch it with him. So no can tell me what happened, okay?

I finished the revision outline for the ghost story book. With all the research that I’ve been doing, it’s going to be so much fun to go back into the story. But here’s the strange thing about historical research for fictional purposes … my ghost smuggled tequila and Mexican beer across the border during Prohibition. I had consulted with one of the librarians in the history room at the Downtown San Diego Library and she gave me the idea that perhaps he used boats to smuggle hooch through the bay. But I couldn’t find any evidence that such activity took place in San Diego, which put the author and former history major at an impasse. Do I attempt to fudge history?

Well, on Sunday afternoon the Little Dude insisted that I turn on the TV. (He’d already watched his morning quota and it was a beautiful day outside.) He managed to turn it on and lo and behold, there’s a documentary on KPBS about a smuggler named Dan Carniero who made a fortune smuggling alcohol into LA on a boat.

Sometimes, you really can’t make this stuff up.

Cheers,
Mary

Announcements

Win this book! Win this book!

I have nothing interesting to blog about because my mind is in the make-believe world of my story. However, Susan Kay Law is giving away a signed copy of my book, Names I Call My Sister (if you want it, go here) and I’m giving away a signed copy of Happy Hour at the Casa Dracula by Marta Acosta at my website. (Which reminds me that I should introduce y’all to Marta!)

But before I do that, I will be watching the season premiere of Ghost Hunters tonight on the SciFi channel. Even though I love Donna, I couldn’t get into Ghost Hunters International. The strength of the show are the human connections the teams makes with home owners who are living with paranormal activity. It’s easy for people who’ve never lived with a ghost to think that you’d just bail at the first sign of a ghost. But there’s something very primal about claiming your personal territory, even if the invisible occupant once lived there.

Okay, I have to get into the story. I had a great dream last night and don’t want to lose it.

Cheers,
Mary

Tagged! Six Words & One Photo


Photo from AnneFrank.org

Erica Orloff got tagged to write a six-word memior and post a meaningful photo. So I’m posting my memoir and its requisite photo.

A quick story about why I used the above photo … in 1994, Mom and I went on a month-long trip to Europe. When I wasn’t thinking about the boy with whom I was in lust, I would actually pay attention to where we were and what we were doing. One of the most memorable days was our second day in Amsterdam. We went to the Anne Frank House and climbed up the narrow, steep staircase that had been hidden by a bookcase when the family was in hiding from 1942 to 1944. As we walked through the rooms, I was in a state of shock until I saw Anne’s magazine pictures still taped to the wall. My mom and I tried not to cry as we held hands in that moment. I bought a postcard of an open window looking out at the sky and a clock tower that is now on my desk over my laptop screen to remind me of courage, freedom and the gift of each breath and each word.

So here’s my six-word memoir: Present tense mom, citizen and writer.

If you feel so inclined, please share your memoir in the comments.

Writers In Movies

Admittedly, I’m way behind when it comes to seeing movies. Everyone and their mother has seen Juno and yet, I spend my days at my computer chasing after a ghost.

But this weekend I watched Capote and was pulled into the story of a writer who falls into the trap of his own hubris. As Truman Capote, Phillip Seymour Hoffman proves to be one of the most fascinating actor of our time because he completely disappears into the skin of a careless, roue who stands in the limelight of New York’s literati of the 1950’s. But when he travels to Holcomb, Kansas to write about the murder of a family, Truman becomes the outsider looking in; the intruder who pursues fame in the guise of truth.

When I was reporting for the Coastline Pilot and now when I do research, I’m reminded that as writers, we are always the outsider observers taking notes and stealing what people do or say for our books. There’s a scene early in Capote when Truman walks into the funeral parlor where the family lay in their closed coffins. (All except for the husband, the family were shot at close range in the head.) He slowly approaches one of them and as quietly as he can, he lifts the lid to peek inside. As I watched that scene, I couldn’t help but lean forward, eager to see what he would see. It’s so typical of a writer to look inside, even at the blood and guts stuff to satisfy our quest for authenticity.

But what really made this film stick in my head was how Truman does everything he can (bribe, manipulate, prevaricate and outright lie) to get one of the convicted murderers, Perry Smith, to tell him exactly what happened on the night of the murders. He wasn’t acting in a noble effort to bring a killer to justice, or free an innocent man; Truman did everything he could for the benefit of his book.

This film made me think about the lengths we writers will go to for those gold nuggets that make our stories. It made me think about the perilous line we walk at being active participants in life, and observing it.

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Author Action Figures

Yes, they do exist and I want these two:

After experiencing the uh, creative side effects of morphine (before you freak out, it was administered by a trained professional before my C-section), I can see why Edgar got hooked on opium. But if my Edgar action figure was on my desk, then perhaps he could watch over and guide me as I revise my ghost story. I know that sounds rather desperate, but novelists (and for that matter, Catholics who pray to saints) understand where I’m coming from.

A Bloody Good Time

Guess what? Marta Acosta interviewed me on her blog and she’s giving away a signed copy of In Between Men!

I’m on Little Dude watch today and I think he just walked out the door without shoes. Gotta run!

Cheers,

Mary

Finale of the Chica Lit Valentines Blog Tour


“The Ballad of Aracely Calderon” by Mary Castillo, http://marycastillo.blogspot.com/2008/02/por-un-amor.html

“The Painting” by Mayra Calvani, http://www.thedarkphantom.wordpress.com/

“A Box of Valentines” by Jamie Martinez Wood, http://jamiemartinezwood.blogspot.com/

“Missed Connections” by Margo Candela, http://www.margocandela.blogspot.com/

“Dream Catch Me” by Barbara Caridad Ferrer, http://fashionista-35.livejournal.com/

Por Un Amor

Mariachi Talking to Senorita @ Art.com

The following is an excerpt from my yet-to-be published novel, The Ballad of Aracely Calderon.

But first, some background: Aracely Calderon has just lost her father, Candelario Calderon, the 20th century’s most infamous mariachi singer. At the reading of his will, Aracely learns that she will lose the Calderon violin that has been in her family for four generations (and reputed to have magical powers) if she does not take her father’s place at the head of Mariachi Calderon. Otherwise, the violin will go to her father’s protégé and her childhood nemesis, Jack Navarro. Years ago, at her quinceanera when she was expected to accept the Calderon violin, Aracely turned her back on her abusive father and her family’s musical legacy. But when she takes up the challenge set forth in her father’s will, Aracely must convince her reluctant cousins to become the next generation of Mariachi Calderon. On her journey, Aracely is up against tradition, family secrets and betrayals. But through it all, she picks up the broken pieces of the Calderons and makes them a real family.

Oh and if you happen to have Linda Ronstadt’s Canciones de Mi Padre CD, listen to the song, “Dos Arbolitos,” the inspiration for this book.

And now, this scene from The Ballad of Aracely Calderon is my Valentine to you:

Aracely walked down the hallway, having just signed her sister’s marriage certificate. She had every intention of making an act of enjoying herself and enduring the question on every single wedding guest’s mind: was it true that Dad booted her out of his will? But the door to her father’s study and rehearsal room stood ajar and just as she was about to shut it, a metronome ticked, ticked, ticked in the room she knew was empty. Heart racing, she jumped back. The sound stopped.

Someone had to be in the room. She pushed the door open.

Sheet music still lay open on the music stand by the window. Her dad’s practice violin was in its case on the chair. Otherwise, the room was just as he’d left it.

She walked inside, the air thick and warm from so many months of stilness. Aracely drew her fingers along the music stand’s ledge. Her father had last played “Sorrow,” one of Bartók’s 44 Duos for Two Violins.

She tilted her head, hearing the music in her head as she read the music. Which part had Dad been playing?

Someone cleared his throat. Chills erupted over her whole body when she saw the tall, lanky silhouette in the doorway. She blinked and realized the silhouette was Javi.

“What are you doing here by yourself?” he asked.

She swallowed past the knot in her throat, not about to show that he’d nearly scared the hell out of her. “Looking for any money Dad might have dropped on the rug,” she managed. “And you?”

Javi stepped into the light. Aracely got the feeling he was counting to ten, as if she were a kid he needed to have patience for. He scratched his eyebrow and then pointed to the violin. “Are you taking that down with you?”

She glanced at the violin and out of habit said, “Are you kidding? Dad would- Uh. No. It’s not mine.”

Rolling her shoulders back, she walked towards him so he wouldn’t know that inside, she was writhing with shame over the last time they’d seen each other. An evolved person would’ve taken the opportunity and flown the white flag and apologized. But she wasn’t very evolved and was more than eager to get away from him.

“So did you come up here looking for me?” she asked when she stood close enough that she had to lift her chin to look him in the eye.

But he wouldn’t look at her. “I guess I wanted to see Lario’s violin one more time.”

She couldn’t help it. She softened towards him. Aracely no longer hated him like she had when they were kids. But she didn’t like him, either.

“It’s right where he left it,” she said, telling herself that was close to an apology for all the crap she dumped on him so many years ago when he’d been the housekeeper’s fat kid. “You can look at it if you want but shut the door when you’re done.”

“Who’s going to lead the serenade?” he asked, ignoring everything she’d just said.

As much as Aracely hated the idea, Uncle Danny would lead Mariachi Calderon in the traditional serenade of the bride and groom. Mayda had been quietly livid, hissing to Aracely at the outrage that Danny and the rest of the men had showed up to the wedding in suits. The family rule was that Mariachi Calderon wore their signature trajes at the weddings they performed in. This would have been inexcusable at any other wedding; a mortal sin when the bride was Lario’s daughter.

You could do it, a voice shouted in her head and a violent shiver racked her body. Ever since Aracely had moved into Mayda’s house, she had been practicing six, sometimes eight hours a day. It was to lose herself in music, her refuge. All those weeks weren’t in preparation for Lola’s wedding or to take her father’s place. It was so she could…

Aracely realized she was staring and Javi was staring back at her. Stepping back, she shrugged and then shook her head. “It won’t be me,” she answered. “You want to do it?”

“I don’t need the violin, but if you want me to have it then…”

A humorless grin flashed on his face and if she were a cat, the hair would be standing up straight off her back as she hissed and spit at him. Javi backed towards the door.

“I won’t talk you into anything you don’t want to do,” he said.

The Ballad of Aracely Calderon. Copyright © 2008 by Mary Castillo.