Winner of the 1993 Christopher Award
New York Times Notable Book
A compelling and unprecedented look at life on the other side of the border. Despite the numbers of people crossing over to the U.S., hundreds more remain behind in abject poverty. Urrea worked closely with them and provides a compassionate and candid account of their lives.
About Across the Wire
Coolest authorial achievement: Calexico recorded a song called “Across the Wire” for their Feast of Wire album. Yeah! It is this Across the Wire.
My first book, published in 1993. I cannot begin to explain the ritual of sacrifice and struggle that began in this book and seems to have been present through the rest of my career. I have said—you’ve heard me say this on tour—that I thought if I wrote a book about people abandoned by the world, left to starve in utter pain and depravity, then everyone would want to read it. This is the benefit of being young. I just didn’t know any better.
My father died at the hands of the Mexican cops in 1977. It’s in this book, by the way, in a chapter called “Father’s Day.” I was in college at the time, and I was busted up pretty thoroughly by the experience. I didn’t have the energy left to go to graduate school. So I floundered around—graveyard shifts scrubbing public toilets, manning a 7-11. Cartoonist for…let’s say clothing optional magazines. Of course, film extra. A year or so after having moved to Hollywood and crawled back broke but suntanned, I went to Tijuana with a missionary-type group to check out the ol’ homeland. I saw the mind-boggling stuff even a homeboy doesn’t usually see. The life of people sleeping in boxes, picking trash, eating dead dogs, selling their bods and sleeping in hand-dug tunnels under ruined buildings. I saw it all. And I somehow got this notion to stop trying to be Stephen King and start writing about this.
So I kept notebooks. And I was miraculously hired to leave San Diego and teach Expos at Harvard. Took the notebooks. And a typewriter. And a John D. MacDonald mystery and Elvis Costello records. And Bo Diddley got on my plane, so I knew I was blessed by God.
I was rejected for ten year straight. From 1982/3 to 1992. Over and over. One huge-hearted New York editor said, I quote, because I will never forget it: “Nobody cares about starving Mexicans.”
As soon as I gave up, after so much failure, and went on to grad school so I could teach English, Anchor Books bought it. Go figure. That God has a wild sense of humor.