Monday, June 13, 2011
A casual survey of movie posters, magazine covers and aggressive mottoes painted on truck bumpers had left me with the impression that Mexican popular culture was excessively fond of sex and violence. I was thus not surprised to find at a newsstand on the Zocalo a graphic novella about Mayan vampires whose cover featured a befanged MesoAmerican preparing to do something unspeakable to an unconscious and fully ripe, half-draped female sprawled helpless atop a pyramid. But, alas, it was a perfidious cover, for inside I found only filmily-clad women agonizing over relationships. Understanding the Mexican mind is not the straight-forward thing you might think.