On Mexican Time: A New Life in San Miguel

Written by Tony Cohan

Narrated by Tony Cohan

An American writer and his wife find a new home—and a new lease on life—in the charming sixteenth-century hill town of San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.

When Los Angeles novelist Tony Cohan and his artist wife, Masako, visited central Mexico one winter they fell under the spell of a place where the pace of life is leisurely, the cobblestone streets and sun-splashed plazas are enchanting, and the sights and sounds of daily fiestas fill the air. Awakened to needs they didn’t know they had, they returned to California, sold their house and cast off for a new life in San Miguel de Allende. On Mexican Time is Cohan's evocatively written memoir of how he and his wife absorb the town's sensual ambiance, eventually find and refurbish a crumbling 250-year-old house, and become entwined in the endless drama of Mexican life. Brimming with mystery, joy, and hilarity, On Mexican Time is a stirring, seductive celebration of another way of life—a tale of Americans who, finding a home in Mexico, find themselves anew.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Penguin Random House Audio Publishing Group
• Release date: Jul 5, 2000
• ISBN: 9780553750485

Reviews for On Mexican Time

[zmagic69 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

A great memoir spanning approximately 15 years- 1985-1999 about a couple who move from LA to Mexico. Why they did it, the town they move to, the simple pleasures they grow to enjoy and taking back their life.
It also covers how the amount of foreigners who moved to where they did have gentrified and transformed the place, for good and bad.
Definitely one of those books that make you want to sell everything and move somewhere else.

[donblanco · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This book was formative in my initial thoughts of possibly living overseas. Shortly after reading it we visited Mexico, and San Miguel, and fell in love. A few years later we began living there. We have now spent six years in Mexico in three different regions. And once the pandemic is over we will undoubtedly return. This book was a valuable primer on life there and the expectations that need to be adjusted. A wonderful place to start if you see travel in your future.

[padutchtravel · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

He is a talented writer with wonderful descriptions of some of the things he experienced. It would be nice to see him embrace the culture a bit more. Other reviewer have spoke badly of the author but I felt they were being a bit too judgmental.

[lisamaria_c · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

This is one of those expatriot memoirs where an American or Brit pulls up stakes to live la bella vita--or the simpler life--in some warm clime. Think Frances Mayes' Under the Tuscan Sun or Peter Mayle’s A Year in Provence, usually told oh so lyrically, eruditely, with lots of literary allusions and mentions of mouth-watering cuisine. I’ve been reading through a recommendation list of such travel writing--this was the last--and I suppose my reaction to this one might be put down to having become rather jaded and cranky reading one after another. The blurbs of reviews inside claim Cohan is a better, more gifted writer than you usually see in these travelogues, and call his prose “vivid,” “elegant,” “poetic” and the inevitable, “lyrical.” It boasts the present tense that is the insignia of the literati, rather choppy prose given lots of sentence fragments and short, declarative sentences, and sports such lines as: “Dew drops quiver on the spiky tips of barrel cacti in the glimmering dawn.” I’m afraid reading I often felt suffocated by perfume. The style was possibly my biggest problem with this book--far, far too flowery for my tastes.

There also was something about Cohan’s sensibility that grated on me. There often is an implied insult to expatriot tales if you’re from the country fled from, but in that respect this was the worst among the dozen or so I have read. I took umbrage at the description of New York City, and particularly the Columbia University area, which I know well. He claimed his daughter lived in an apartment on 110th Street infested with “rats and roaches.” (Rats? Mice and roaches I’d believe--was she living in a crack house?) And the neighborhood was filled with “Bums and muggers, rappers and dopeheads.” A lot more dire than I’d describe it, and given the exaggeration about a place I know well, I suspected Cohan felt he had to trash America in order to paint Mexico in this much more idyllic light. It’s a subtle distinction perhaps, but I remember Mayes, for instance, as showing Italy’s appeal without sounding like she felt a need to feel superior to America and its “consumerism” and yet at the same time with Cohan there’s a patronizing streak towards Mexico evident to me at times.

Yet I continued reading beyond the 100-page mark, because I found interesting reading a description of Mexico. It’s a country Americans should know and understand better than we do, and Cohan did weave in bits of in the history and culture of the land he’s residing in, even if I never felt he quite left the lifestyle and mindset of a tourist. And if I sometimes felt he romanticized life in a third world country, at least he wasn’t completely unaware of his privileged status. But if I had to describe in one word the way Cohan came across to me, it would be: smug.

[russelllindsey · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The stories included in this book get at the heart of Mexican culture. While I read and purchased it for a course I took at Michigan State University, I would have enjoyed it anyway. It is a great introduction into Mexican culture.