For a kid in Chicago’s Little Village Neighborhood, the only thing worse than being called a wetback was being called a Brazer. It wasn’t until college that Ray Salazar learned what that word really meant.
9 Latin American Writers You Should be Reading in 2014
Back away from One Hundred Years of Solitude and toss that old paperback of La casa de los Espíritus into the book donation bin, because Latin America’s rich literary heart was beating long before “the Boom,” long before colonization, even—and it hasn’t slowed yet.

