“A complex idea forged from simple elements conceived as an easy read of hard pills to swallow.”
That is how “Myths of Humanity: Tales from forever
for today” can be described. The text rewrites old recognizable stories in
contemporary form to illustrate in a familiar manner modern ideas focused on
the underpinnings of liberal democracy. The book thus becomes an exploration of
humanity’s longing for liberty as embedded in our myths, tales, fables, and
traditions. A hybrid creature begat from political essays intertwined with
political fiction.
The book’s thematic sequential segments, its
“vignettes,” are accompanied by a collection of illustrations complementing the
ideas in the written text. Just like the art which is presented in multiple
styles and forms, the vignettes are written in diverse styles and formats. Finally,
and adding complexity to the project, the book was simultaneously written in
English and Spanish, including both texts in one volume, with the intention of serving
both audiences of this multiverse which I straddle daily.
While a traditional Foreword often elaborates upon
ideas in the content of the main text, in keeping with the discovery aspect of
the “fiction” part of this work, such an explanatory guide is left for the end
in its Afterword. The first reading can be best enjoyed without such
preliminaries.
I must particularly acknowledge an editor I will
not name from my previous publishing house who took up the project to the
editorial committee but was told it was “too creative; we are academics.” I was
thus sent down into the rabbit’s hole to explore its potential, find the enigmatic cat—and into
self-publishing.
My toughest critic is Dr. Esmeralda Garbi, my wife.
When she finished reading an advanced draft of the book and told me “it’s
good,” I knew that indeed it was. Her sharp eye, quick commentary, and keen
editorial corrections make this book better many times over than that early
draft she read. Her quiet support as I dedicated countless nights to writing
the text and to the project’s carpentry was priceless. Unfortunately, sometimes
you have an impossible-to-tame urge to write, absorbing body and soul; she
allowed me to satisfy it. Without her support, I can accomplish nothing. I know
she sacrificed much in doing so; my gratitude and love runs deep. Her love is
manifest in many ways.
CJR
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