Jim was the first person with whom I visited Mexico in 1971. We returned two more times and we both kept journals of our rich and powerful experiences throughout the country. We both lived at Johnny Mercer's home on Moon River and Jim completed his book on Keats and Yeats there. By our last trip together to Mexico, when Jim spent a year teaching there, I was already studying D.H. Lawrence for my Master's thesis and degree at Tulane, the university where we both earned our doctorates. When I moved from New Orleans back to Savannah, we held readings aloud of Proust, with a few friends, in the garden courtyard of my apartment on Oglethorpe Ave. In the early 1980s we alternated teaching the same course in Philosophy at Armstrong-Atlantic University in Savannah.
Speaking of American Horror Story, the camp, cult goings on in this scream of a series create the perfect metaphor for what is happening in this country and this election. There is so much mayhem and so many twists, and so many gruesome or sexually perverse happenings, that all hope of sanity and reason is lost. Halloween is but a footnote. As one character in the series remarks, "I'm not from the United States; I'm not used to all this carnage."