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Sergio Troncoso
Goodreads Author
Born
El Paso, Texas, The United States
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May 2010
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Nobody’s Pilgrims
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From This Wicked Patch of Dust
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2011
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4 editions
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A Peculiar Kind of Immigrant's Son
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2019
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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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The Last Tortilla & Other Stories
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1999
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Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
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2011
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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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The Nature of Truth by Sergio Troncoso (2014-03-31)
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'New' Book Review of Nepantla Familias
This is a book review I had never seen before of the book I edited,
Nepantla Familias
. Thank you, Josh Cook, for a thoughtful read and review. Texas A&M University Press tells me it's a bestseller!"Nepantla Familias explores life in the liminal spaces between borders. The essays, poems, and short stories in this anthology, all by Mexican American writers, present the conflicts — in
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“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 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 & Other Stories
― The Last Tortilla & Other Stories
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“I believe the root of this strength of will came from my mother and father, from the work they taught me to do in the borderlands, the work that had broken many backs, the work that was a scream against the desert dust, this work that taught me about the song of nothingness in my bones and why the only way to live was to die on my feet.”
― A Peculiar Kind of Immigrant's Son
― A Peculiar Kind of Immigrant's Son
“I get up in the morning every day because I want to read and see our voices on the page. I want to see them in libraries. I want to be writing stories about our community as a proud Chicano but also as a writer who has expertly crafted stories so that everybody will appreciate a different perspective. I want to show others that we have the ability to tell complex, innovative, even shockingly revolutionary stories that open people’s eyes.”
― Nobody's Pilgrims
― Nobody's Pilgrims
“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
