Preston Kirk ALL -- Here are a few more of my observations, having read the book in galley proofs a month or so ago. “We all make mistakes…and we all pay a price,” Castro admits in this deeply introspective biography. He recounts his unrequited love for a white princess and the resulting rebelliousness in a racist Central Texas 50 years ago and his roller coast ride through early journalistic success. That price? Heartbreak.
This is an introspective look at a precocious, driven, intellectual young Hispanic, who throughout his childhood and remarkable journalistic journey through life would find himself ““too Mexican for some and not Mexican enough for others.” Castro’s incisive analysis of his own early life is accomplished with wisdom and hindsight. Few flaws are left unexposed – much to the enlightenment of readers and probably a few long-lingering enemies. “… Prince… ” is not an apologist’s treatise on growing up and excelling Chicano in a racist Central Texas in the 1950s through early 1970s. Rather it is Castro’s sensitive search for knowledge and enlightenment about his own tenacious – and sometimes stubbornly stumbling -- path to maturity while bearing the heavy burden of unrequited love for a white girl. His literary trek is enlightening, engaging and, for him, humbling. He reflects on that journey with hindsight and wisdom.
Tony’s introspective memoir tears down the “invisible wall” that Mexico’s late literary giant Octavio Paz says shields “The Mexican” from himself. In this sometimes scathing confrontation with himself, Castro -- and the reader -- finds some answers, but not the ones either may have been seeking . . . or anticipated.