I am now in Santa Fe, New Mexico. What the heck kind
of world is it that exports science fiction writers direct
from Belgrade to Santa Fe? How do such things
happen? Has anyone ever done this before (I
wonder plaintively)?
This town is very "magical," which is to say, I've junketed
from the Capital of the New World Disorder to the
Capital of the New Age. Everywhere
it's dreamcatching Native American Spirituality (C) (TM),
plus an wildly eclectic globalista kultur-klutter
of curvaceous stone Hindu goddesses,
meditative massage spas, Aztec crystal skulls
the size of bowling balls, mushroom-tinged
Guatemalan folk art, giant carved Buddhas of
vegan sustainable tropical woods cheek by jowl
with modernistic pseudo-Giacometti headless
brass nudes.... The Santa Feans make Katmandu
look like Topeka.
Then there is the Santa Fe Look, perhaps the
most ruthlessly mandated museum-economy schtick
in North America. I don't mean to criticize,
but it does lead to a certain cognitive dissonance.
Why didn't the Anasazi have multistory adobe
parking garages? Probably because the Anasazi were
already perishing of climate change without
even owning SUVs.
