Kitsch is king in the Hispanic world. Nothing is original and all things are their own parody. I say this not in a condescending tone: Counterfeit is beautiful. The region is hypnotizing in its artificiality; everything in it is bogus: The Roman alphabet is, in and of itself, an extraneous import, and so life must be lived in translation; likewise, democracy, condoms, Aristotle, TV soaps, clocks, blackness, money, violins, Satan, and antibiotics are all foreign idols. No wonder its citizens aren't skilled at producing but at reproducing.