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I wrote the wrong blog on Sunday......

I've enjoyed most the various styles of writing employed by the writers. I'm a bit of a sucker for Barton's eloquence and her coy narratives in her book, which are reminiscent of a hipster music critic reviewing 19th century white society. As well, her characters are so poignantly created they linger in your mind for days after reading it, whether it be Hackwell idiosyncrasies and conniving speeches or Mrs. Norval's silly points of view. There are elements of humour which are strewn throughout it, so once you get over the fact that it's not an easy read you can enjoy the richness that bleeds over the pages.

Marti's observational stylings are quite sensational, though for someone whose Spanish skills need some crimping I couldn't grasp every one of his descriptions. He does open our eyes to the experience of New York as the bustling, almost supernatural metropolis that it remains as today. Having seen New York City it was interesting to read someone who shared the same awe as I did after visiting the city. It was also enjoyable that his views of America were taken from an objective way, and didn't let many of his own opinions barge in.

Rivera was a good read as well, though more emotional then it was eloquent, it certainly captures all the pains of the labouring Mexican-Americans in a surreal way in many ways incomparable to anything I've ever read.

All in all, it's interesting exploring different methods these authors comment on society and how it's experienced by Mexican-Americans, and I look forward to delving in further.