Rudolfo Anaya
Rudolfo Anaya
Rudolfo Anayais an American author. Best known for his 1972 novel Bless Me, Ultima, Anaya is considered one of the founders of the canon of contemporary Chicano literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth30 October 1937
CityPastura, NM
CountryUnited States of America
milk-and-honey hands land
Any land will flow with milk and honey if it is worked with honest hands!
family teaching
I used to write at night. I was teaching school, and I was married, and had to do all the things that one does when one is working and has a family. But I used to write at night.
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'Bless Me, Ultima' is quite autobiographical in the sense that I was writing a story about my childhood, my hometown where I grew up, Santa Rosa, New Mexico, on Old Highway 66 and the Pecos River. So a great deal of that environment, landscape, people, got thrown in the novel.
call came worked
My father was what you would call a cowboy, a vaquero; he worked out in the ranches with cattle. And my mother came from farmers down in the valley.
came epic fact life mexican north odyssey tremendous
To me, the fact that the Mexican came North in search of a better life is a tremendous epic that hasn't been written. It's an odyssey that we know nothing about. And they came with a dream for a better life.
ask people
When people ask me where my roots are, I look down at my feet, and I see the roots of my soul grasping the earth. They are here... in the Southwest... I still live in New Mexico.
days few fills last time
There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.
places traveled
I have traveled to many places but have no desire to leave New Mexico.
novel
In many respects, I think 'Bless Me, Ultima' is a novel about the indigenous.
summer eye rivers
Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.
rivers soul ultima
I had been afraid of the awful presence of the river, which was the soul of the river, but through her [Ultima] I learned that my spirit shared in the spirit of all things.
children men moon
The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white sun.
wise thinking video
I've always used the technique of the cuento. I am an oral storyteller, but now I do it on the printed page. I think if we were very wise we would use that same tradition in video cassettes, in movies, and on radio.
lying violence germs
The germ of creation lies in violence.