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Nineteen Border Patrol Agents were interviewed to share their stories in this book. Their experiences are interesting and enlightening. It is so unfortunate that politicians and their politics play such a critical role in the lives of human beings; immigrants seeking a better future for themselves and their families.

I had not realized exactly what Agents are responsible for in the law enforcement community. I also had not realized how many agents are pilots. With a copyright of 2010, I wonder in 2024 if drones are a part of the arsenal of tools available for agents to use. I hope so.

"Sign cutting" was entirely new terminology for me. Wow, do I admire the people who can do it!

I can't imagine the emotional toll of finding bodies of people, especially children, who did not make it across the desert. How desperate the people must be who risk their lives for a better future!

Thank you to the authors for sharing these stories.
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mapg.genie | Feb 6, 2024 |
This collection of fifty essays on the life, work, and times of/with Charles Bowden paints a broad picture of him as the hard-working, always-himself, postulating, teaching, drinking, and self-avoiding man that he could possibly be.

Writing consumed Bowden’s life. When a girlfriend complained that he wrote “all the time,” Chuck tried to explain that he was “possessed by the writing demon,” but she was having nothing of it. “That’s unfair to me,” she said, only to have Chuck reply, “how do you think it makes me feel? My life is never my own.”


I’ve only read one of Bowden’s books, Murder City: Ciudad Juárez and the Global Economy’s New Killing Fields, which I liked a lot. The title alone made me want to read it.

The thought of how Bowden worked is enough to make people like him.

Bowden wrote for newspapers and national magazines for the simple reason that they paid enough money up front so that he could afford to write the books that mattered to him. He explained the process this way: “National Geographic called and asked me to do a story. I said, ‘I’m not interested.’ They said, ‘We pay $4 a word.’ Now I’m interested. They fly me to somewhere for five days, I write for three days more, and they pay me $16,000. Then I can write my books.”


For all the darkness Bowden exposed, he identified fear as humanity’s greatest threat and remained an optimist at the end. Several years before his sudden death in Las Cruces, New Mexico, on August 30, 2014, he explained to an interviewer how “as a kid, I used to play pickup games of baseball every day after school in Chicago.” Chuck reminded him that “you can’t step up to the plate without thinking you’re going to get a hit. Otherwise, why the hell would you pick up the goddamned bat. Of course I’m an optimist. I want to preserve human joy. I’m not a pessimist. I’m critical because I’m in a ship that’s springing leaks and nobody wants to admit it. I want to fix the boat before we sink.”


Tony Davis: We would argue over minutiae; talk about books, music, and movies; and rant together against the decline of the newspaper business that has seemingly never stopped. Chuck would alternately praise and disparage his work, calling himself a laborer in the “fluff factory,” compared to “you heavy hitters” (such as me) who wrote, long, tome-like, detailed analyses of issues and accounts of dry government reports outlining the ills of pollution and groundwater depletion.


Kim Sanders: I met Chuck Bowden in 1997, when I was a Dallas Police Department Narcotics detective assigned to DEA. He approached me at the direction of a retired DEA agent. He wanted to know about an informant who had passed away and had spent his life fighting the cartels that had ruined people he loved. I had known, worked with, and respected the courageous old man. About a year later, Chuck returned to Dallas when I was working undercover on a case related to a group of heroin traffickers. He asked me to tell him my ground-level perspective. I had to be able to get a gut feeling assessment of someone pretty quick in the business I was in. I liked Chuck pretty much right away. He had that air of a damaged soul and the eyes of a man who had seen too much pain and suffering, which I could relate to. I also knew that the years of tension and stress were destroying me, for I no longer believed in what I did, and knew I had to leave it or die. I took Chuck deep into the ugliness of what had become part of my world. In so doing, I came to learn that the tragedies and human suffering he had so deeply investigated, wrote about, and lived through were trying to destroy him, too.


Rebecca Saletan: When I became an editor in chief, he wrote me (in his characteristic uncapitalized style—he believed hitting the shift key was a waste of time and energy): becky maybe i once sent you this quote. if not, here it is. i found it a great comfort when i edited a magazine. it also applies to books, i believe. chuck I note what you say about your aspiration to edit a magazine. I am sending you by this mail a six-chambered revolver. Load it and fire every one into your head. You will thank me after you get to Hell and learn from other editors how dreadful their job was on earth. H. L. Mencken to William Saroyan, January 25, 1936.


Gregory McNamee: Chuck Bowden asked questions. A few books down the line, having dealt with the likes of the saint-cum-con man Charles Keating and other assorted episodes of mayhem on the Sonoran Desert side of things, Chuck crossed watersheds and began to work the territory that would be an obsession forevermore, the binational killing field that was the Rio Grande in the more dangerous corners of El Paso and Ciudad Juárez. He would write of dead prostitutes and dead innocents and dead assassins and dead places: he would become the poet laureate of the dead and of all of those of us in the desert who are limping, ineluctably, into death’s domain, whether having committed horrific crimes or just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.


Read him at your risk. You have nothing to lose but your worthless convictions about how things are.

Jim Harrison


This is a very timely collection of a true writer who had to write. It’s a hagiography, sure, but the love and adoration for Bowden shine through, even from the eyes, hands, and mouth of others.
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pivic | Mar 21, 2020 |

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