Like some people who are taking a lot of heat of a rather ugly and blustery variety for saying so, I’m no fan of the writing workshop. I was in one good one once, though. That anomalously great fiction-writing workshop took place in the later 1980s and was taught by one Luis Alberto Urrea. The new novel by my old teacher, The Hummingbird’s Daughter, is quick becoming this summer’s literary sleeper: the much to be trusted Moorish Girl, who reviewed it for the Oregonian last weekend, provides links to other enthusiastic notices as well.
Although this is all happening because Urrea’s a marvelous writer, and although my brush with him occurred awfully long ago, I feel compelled to add that it couldn’t happen to a nicer guy or a more inspiring teacher. Bravo. (And yes, I’m certainly going to read the novel when I can work it in.)