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Who is El Escritor?
Welcome
to El-Escritor.com, an eclectic website
with a decidedly Western worldview. The site features essays,
photo features, commentary and even poetry by author and
journalist Ronald El-Escritor Harris, and carefully selected guests . .
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El Escritor
Book Review
No Country for Old Men
A novel by
Cormac McCarthy
It is said that authors only
learn from other authors and foolish is the writer whose favorite
is himself. Know now that this reviewer's favorite is Cormac
McCarthy, but don't let this admission color your decision to read
or not McCarthy's new novel of the New West.
"No Country for Old Men" is a hell of a read, but it's not your
usual McCarthy and it's not what the logophiles among his
disciples might expect.
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El Escritor Editorial
OF JEALOUSY, REASON
AND SUVOPHOBIA
Who's Behind the MiniCar Mania?
Let's get something straight: Those whose primary language is
Arabic, Ebonics, or Liberal Euphemism may have to read this twice.
Further, readers should know that we drive a new Chevrolet
Suburban 3/4 ton, 4x4 with big mud and snow tires and a large
Vortec engine and would have nothing else. This is our third
Suburban. We've learned that for us, lesser vehicles are
inadequate.
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Feature Article
On
Guard, America!
One
of maturity's many rewards is the rediscovery of youthful
recreations. The phenomena of Cowboy Action Shooting, the
popularity of the Society for Creative Anachronism and the many
other Historical Re-enactments, are but nostalgic reflections of
saner times, echoes of our delightful childhood fantasies.
Thus we return to the arms and accoutrements of history; first
to the guns of the Old West, then to the muzzleloaders of our
colonial and fur trade eras and now, delving deeper into the
past, to the romance of the rapier and the fabulous fun of
fencing . . .
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ALL ABOUT
COWBOY ACTION
SHOOTING
by Ron Harris
Read
more about this book . . .
Visit
The SASS Website!
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El Escritor Editorial
Our
Languishing Language
. . . If,
as Voltaire said, "The trouble with language is
words," our troubles compound annually by 15 to 20
thousand of them, including noxious neologisms like proactive
and fiscalist. Such pretentions and many others filter into a
discourse already fraught with variations on Ionesco's theme
and the popularity of plagiarism makes the problem pervasive.
Put simply, we write sentences and paragraphs too frequently
employing trendy, inappropriate words, incorrect grammar and
poor usage . . .
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Article by Ron
Harris from
the October 2001 Issue of
Cowboys & Indians Magazine
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Feature
Article
THE
FABLED SADDLES OF
MORDO
Sampling the Fleischer
Collection
It
is said when Mexican Revolutionary hero Emiliano Zapata strode
triumphantly through the Presidential Palace in Mexico City, his
men were disappointed the El Presidente presided from an
armchair instead of a saddle. Real leader, men like Zapata
and Pancho Villa, led from horseback and the only wothy throne
was a saddle . . .
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El Escritor Editorial
STAND
YOUR GROUND,
AMERICA!
"A man is not born to
run away."
-- Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1921
James Butler
Hickok stood in the square facing Dave Tutt, his coat open to
the ivory grips of twin Navy Colts. Tutt strode directly toward
Hickok, his face . . .
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Feature Article
Sanctum
SouthwestWe
reached the woods just as the curtain closed behind us. Sheets
of rain hit the gravel, rattling like hail. It was the kind of
storm Edvard Grieg wrote about in his "Hall of the Mountain
King" and it was easy to imagine the crashing climax of his
musical monument to mountains as we raced for the sanctuary of
the ancient forest . . .
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EXPEDITION
A Poem by Ron Harris
Layer upon layer of flames
that dance
into the air that they hope holds a chance.
Thick curling smoke floats so easily to sky
and sparks race to heaven like we do, to die.
And you know and I know that thought isn’t free
‘cause we’re all what fire is and time used to be.
Flying and trying, a child of the sun
while icicles burn down and glowing coals run
uphill and downhill and all around town . . .
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