The Battle of Chapultepec

Not too long ago I wrote a bit about the Battle of Chapultepec and the boy heroes of Mexican history. That was in connection with explaining the name of the school that Yvón and now Lucia attend, La Escuela de los Niños Heroes.

What the Hell Got Me Started?

I freely admit that there is always something that tips me over into a nearly obsessive interest in a subject. There is an incident that led up to my historical disquisition in the previous entry. On March 21 I encountered this plaque on a little plaza in Mexico City:

A Little About the Intervention in Mexico

News? None to speak of.

I enjoy a comfortable routine of reading things—mainly enormous history books—that I have not had the time nor the inclination for before. (I have stuck to my resolution to read no more novels after 2666 with the one exception of A Suitable Boy, a novel set in India that I had started before undertaking 2666.) Hit the gym in the afternoon. Then I bask in the late day sun and lick my wounds from the game with Argentina.

This is a life that is mellowness itself.


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I cannot tell you how fascinating the story of the history of Mexico is. It is a story more fascinating than that in any novel I have ever read. I must make a few comments now and again here simply because it is on my mind. . . .and nothing else is going on.