What the Hell for You Left Your Heart in San Francisco, Bienvenido N. Santos, 1987
- Philippines, #18
- Borrowed from SF public library
- Read May 2018
- Rating: 3.5/5
- Recommended for: weirdos and strays
What the Hell for You Left Your Heart in San Francisco, Bienvenido N. Santos, 1987
Awaiting Trespass, Linda Ty-Casper, 1985
State of War, Ninotchka Rosca, 1988
Gun Dealers’ Daughter, Gina Apostel, 2010
There is an overwhelming preoccupation with food in this book. Part of this is emblematic of the central characters’ struggle and drive to survive: as refugees, the food they bring and gather to see them through their flight is crucial, as is the prospect of what they will grow and eat when they finally arrive. José’s repeated assertions that “they were Ilokanos—they would not starve anywhere” and “Ilokanos can eat what other people cannot,” are both a descriptive and symbolic. The industrious and persevering Ilocano characters of the book are set in contrast with the overbearing but sloppy Spanish rulers who make their lives so miserable and who, ironically, dismiss all “indios” (native Filipinos) as lazy and stupid. “As for patience and industry,” José writes, “they were Ilokanos born to these virtues—it was in their blood, in the very air they breathed.” Istak and his family are resourceful and resilient, overcoming hardship and scarcity to carve a new life for themselves.
Dusk, F. Sionil Jose, 1984
This week I’ve been reading Four Reigns, Kukrit Pramoj‘s doorstopper of a novel about life in the Thai court in the 19th and 20th centuries.
The Woman Who Had Two Navels, and Tales of the Tropical Gothic, Nick Joaquin, 2017
Philippine Food and Life, Gilda Cordero-Fernando, 1992
This week I finished Sightseeing, Thai Tales, and The Night Tiger. I’m still plugging away at Contes Populaires de Cambodge, du Laos, et du Siam—in fact I’m still reading the same story that I was last week (“Vorvong et Saurivong”), but I feel better about it because I realized this story makes up the entire second half of the book. So when I finish it, I’m done (thank God). I’ve gotten to the point where I’m assigning it to myself, like homework, and am only sticking it out because I’m so close to the end that I might as well finish it.
The Bamboo Dancers, N.V.M. Gonzalez, 1959
America Is in the Heart, Carlos Bulosan, 1946