After spending a few days surfing and doing yoga along the coast of Costa Rica, Julia Guez took a detour on her way to the airport. As she usually does, Guez headed straight for the poetry section of a small San José bookstore. There, she bought as many volumes as she thought she would fit in her suitcase without incurring a charge for the extra weight.
Guez was then a graduate student and had worked for a few years for Circumference, a poetry journal. “I saw a lot of poems from Argentina, Mexico, Spain,” she says. “But it seemed so quiet in Central America.”