As an English-language reader in South America, I am constantly frustrated. Stories are everywhere, and too many go untold. Whether it’s an investigative piece about how mercury gets to illegal mines, a character sketch of an El Alto bus driver, the natural history of Venezuelan vanilla — you name it. There are too many stories, and not enough getting written, especially in English.
Sure, if a story is connected to New York or London (or Toronto or Dublin), great — it has a chance of getting written and published. If not, well, hit or miss. And miss, and miss, and miss.





