Jungle Dispatch is where I will house my writings (non-fiction and fiction) and photography from life here in the western Amazon.
On the name Jungle Dispatch:
The unexceptional bureaucrat, suffering from boredom and fear of the “savages in the jungle”, paces across the scraped red earth of the colonial outpost, waiting for that sharp hour in the afternoon when he will send his “dispatch” to the magistrate in the capital city to the north. Today, like all other days, he will write with neat brevity and optimism about the prospects for the imperial project in this far flung corner of empire. This is his duty. This is why he exists.
As I was contemplating various names for this blog, I ran up against some difficult issues: first, the limits of my own imagination; second, the fact that urls are devoured like plots of land during a gold rush; third, and most importantly, the eternal questions for the gringo in Latin America: What are you doing here? What are your intentions?
And for whatever reason, I decided to issue myself a challenge: create a fictional scene that would approach the antithesis of my political beliefs, and to name it. Which I did – above. And which ended up resembling European colonialism in Africa more than American imperialism in South America. But anyways. There, in a bit of devil’s fiction — the idea of the unexceptional bureaucrat sending “dispatches” from the “jungle” to the monstrous empire in the north — I came up with the name: Jungle Dispatch.
And I liked it. Because I disagreed with it. Because it challenged me. And now, I suppose, the onus is on me to make it ironic.