I am a native Texan and I write
fiction about Texas. So, naturally, when I saw that the New York Times had published an article titled, “What Makes Texas
Texas,” I decided I’d better see what those folks in New York think about us.
What can they tell me about Texas that has eluded me while I’ve been living
here all my life?
It
was interesting. They employed someone who moved here from Brooklyn to write
about it. Typical. The guy actually did have some interesting albeit cliché
observations about the livestock shows, Frito pies, open carry gun laws, Texas flags
all over everything kind of stuff.
The
meat of the matter, though, as usual could be found in the comments section.
The comments from people deploring our culture (or lack thereof) got the most
thumbs-up recommendations from others around the country. No doubt very few of
them have ever been here or done much more than fly over or drive through. They
know us by reputation only.
Novelist
Stephen Harrigan, himself a Texan, summed it up. “I think part of the reason
Texas is having a moment is because it’s being more itself than it’s ever
been.” I do love that quote. There’s just a hint of sarcasm in it—so Texan.
Bless their little hearts up there in New York, they don’t know when someone is
pulling their short, stubby legs.
Some
of the commenters who do live in Texas managed to capture its essence. The mass
of contradictions. The friendly optimistic people. Love of land. Competence.
You know, real stuff. Living here in Austin surrounded by people who moved here
from other places, I sometimes miss the real Texas and real Texans, the ones I
grew up with. It gives me such great comfort to know they are still out there
and I can rejoin them any time I want to.
Not
everybody feels that way. A semi-famous liberal who had moved to Austin looking
for a progressive mecca recently published a nose-thumbing (er, I mean farewell)
letter to the city and Texas as she exited the state bound for San Francisco. I
paraphrase: “I expected Austin to be the way I expected it to be and it wasn’t.
Boo hoo.” Many people wrote back to point out that she was, after all, in the
middle of Texas. A few, I think, offered to buy her plane ticket. If I could, I
would just reply, “… and the horse you rode in on.” But not being from Texas,
she probably wouldn’t understand. Anyway, you get the gist. It isn’t paradise
and it isn’t perfect. But it has substance. There is definitely a there there.
One
of my grandfathers left home at 13, worked as a cowboy on cattle drives, sold
moonshine, became a U.S. Marshall, and then built a railroad. My other grandfather
raised 12 college-educated children on a dirt farm in the middle of the dust
bowl. That is called dealing with the unexpected.
Most
Texans are passionately Texan, and that is because they are not dead inside.
My historical fiction series, The Juan Miguel Series (The Legend of Juan Miguel, The Passion of Juan Miguel, and The Return of Juan Miguel), is available online from most book sellers.