Laos: America interferes again

After a slow couple of years, reading-wise, I finally finished my Burma reading list in January (only three years and change after I commenced), and then, feeling newly motivated, I motored through Laos in two months. Someday soon I hope to go back and write about all the books I read from Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand, and Burma—but just in case I don’t get to it, I highly recommend Malaysian novels The Rice Mother, Evening Is the Whole Day, The Ghost Bride, and The Terracotta Bride, Singaporean literary fiction Ponti and the Crown Colony mysteries of Ovidia Yu (also, Crazy Rich Asians doesn’t really need my plug, but I read the whole series and enjoyed every minute of it), the absolutely brilliant Bangkok Wakes to Rain from Thailand (plus short story collections Bright and Sightseeing and the classic novel Monsoon Country), and from Burma, the charming travelogues of Ma Thanegi, as well as the memoir From the Land of Green Ghosts—but for now, I want to make some quick notes about my Laotian reads while my memory is still fresh.

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Awaiting Trespass, State of War, and Gun Dealers’ Daughter: Stories of fear and resistance in the Marcos era

Awaiting Trespass, Linda Ty-Casper, 1985

State of War, Ninotchka Rosca, 1988

Gun Dealers’ Daughter, Gina Apostel, 2010

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Every reference to food in F. Sionil José’s “Dusk”

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.

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Last year’s books and next year’s plans

Well, it’s a new year, and although I usually make kind of half-assed, unspoken resolutions (except for the time I resolved to floss every day, which is also the only resolution I’ve ever kept for a full year), this year I’m going to lay out some specific goals for the blog—because I’m just sick of writing blog posts a year after reading the book (or, ok, two years at this point, which is just objectively ridiculous)—and I’m letting you know about it because if I manage to follow through, there will be a serious uptick in e-mail notifications and I don’t want anyone to be annoyed (at least not without being forewarned).

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