Hello esteemed KPaoletter readers! The KPaoletta you’re accustomed to hearing from is currently holed up inside Rachel Monroe’s writing shed in Marfa, TX, surrounded by four desert cats and the 350-odd pages of his soon-to-be-completed manuscript. And so, the woman who has witnessed your beloved author put all these words on the page over the… Continue reading K Paoletter 34: Coming Attractions
From Toward a People's Art: The Contemporary Mural Movement (1977) Los Artes Guadalupanos de Aztlán formed in the fall of 1971, when Samuel, Albert, and Carlos Leyba painted a mural of safari animals in the yard of a school in Santa Fe, only a couple miles but a world away from the plaza’s boutiques and… Continue reading K Paoletter 33: Raza Sí, Guerra No
“Over the years, television and movie audiences have been flooded with imitations of James Bond.” It was June of 1975, and Geraldo Rivera was introducing a new guest to the audience of his after-hours newsmagazine, “Goodnight America.” “In my opinion,” Rivera continued, “the person who comes closest in real life is Jay Armes. And his… Continue reading K Paoletter 32: The Real Deal
It’s a curious fact of life in Las Vegas that each of the succession of impresarios who created the Strip arrived in Nevada from elsewhere. Meyer Lansky was from the Lower East Side of Manhattan, Jay Sarno was from Missouri, Kirk Kerkorian was from L.A., and Steve Wynn grew up in Utica. His first visit… Continue reading K Paoletter 31: Big Spender
As a ten-year-old, Marty Robbins would work all day in the cotton fields of Glendale, Arizona, to earn the change he needed for the movie house in Phoenix. “Well I would go in at 12:45 when it opened,” Robbins later remembered, “and I would stay ‘til Gene Autry was through that night. I’d walk back… Continue reading K Paoletter 30: Big Iron On His Hip
It’s the 21st Century — B.C. The Epic of Gilgamesh is being formalized into written Akkadian during the Third Dynasty of Ur. Yu the Great spends thirteen years stemming the flooding of the Yellow River, gaining him enough supporters to take over the domain of Xia. Mentuhotep II reunifies Egypt. In one of the driest… Continue reading K Paoletter 29: Making Due
It was in the summer of 1976 that Lee and Jimmy Chagra became Las Vegas legends. Lee had already established something of a reputation in town, both for the El Paso criminal defense attorney’s knack for helping drug smugglers dodge jail time and for his habit of posting up at a craps table anytime he… Continue reading K Paoletter 28: Loading the Boat
When I arrived at the base of Mount Cristo Rey earlier this month, the morning sun had already forced the thermometer on my rental car up into the low 80s, though it was not yet 7AM. A sign in the dirt parking lot advised all visitors to alert the police department of Sunland Park, NM,… Continue reading K Paoletter 27: From On High
The last time I visited Lake Powell was in February 2020, three weeks before the world stopped. I was in Page, Arizona, on a reporting trip, and had taken my laptop down to the lobby of my hotel to answer some emails. Soon enough, a chatty employee who was mopping the tile floor made his… Continue reading K Paoletter 26: Luddites On a Mission
I’ve been thinking of starting a diary. Which, of course, is not the same as actually starting one. The inclination to journal was triggered by — what else — reading another writer’s journal, in this case The Folded Clock, by Heidi Julavits, one of my grad school professors and a mensch of the highest order.… Continue reading K Paoletter 25: Under Lock & Key
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