Read this first: Asia & India

After a not-so-good day at the office, I went to Booksale to “move on”. Hahaha! Weird phrasing. But that’s actually what I want to do. Move on from the negatives of work by finding a good book to read. I am attracted to Asian writers these days (historical novels, anthologies, general fiction literature), so I was hoping to grab a book authored by Asians–Chinese or Japanese, most probably.

But I wasn’t able to find anything that suited my craving. Instead, I got this well-written travel bible.

Not that I’m travelling anytime soon. :)

Empress Orchid by Anchee Min

I’m currently reading Empress Orchid by Anchee Min.

It was a bookstore discovery made by Bemjo, while we were on SM North Edsa, looking at shoes. It was funny because we were both stooping down and trying on some pairs when she suddenly thought of Fullybooked and Powerbooks.

She asked me if I know where they can be found inside the mall. I said no. When we both straightened up and looked around unconsciously, our eyes caught the green and white colors of Booksale. And we left shoes for books.

Empress Orchid is basically all about a poor girl’s journey towards proving herself to become a worthy concubine for the Emperor. This is what I can deduce from the number of pages I have read. I’m not even halfway, haha!

What I like about Anchee Min is the way she writes about day-to-day events—same reason I keep on reading Japanese, Chinese and Indian novels. Their plots are so detailed that each day never registers boredom. I am very much in love with how they write about nature and how they weave it with reality and emotions. They have deep respects for ordinary things, a phenomenon that is not so ordinary among people nowadays. These are also the reasons I love reading Filipino anthologies and it is one of my dreams to own a thick book of Filipino anthologies. Waaaah.

Even with my killer schedule, I still find time to read about it because I know the last page will be very much worth it. I recommend it for all of you who are under the same sky with me. 

Si Sandra at si Sophia

ni J. Dennis Teodosio

Lagi tayong pinupukol ng kantiyaw
Dahil hindi natin kinasanayan limahid at galos

Ng luksong-baka at tumbang-preso. Kaya madalas
Pinipili nating magtago sa malaking aparador

Sa kwarto ni Tiya Bebang. Doon walang tumutukso
Gaano man kalutong ang ating mga hagikhikan.

Napagsasaan natin masasayang sandaling walang
Balyahan o bruskong harutan. Minsan kinati

Tayong gayahin hilig na laro nina Ate. Humiram
Tayo ng matitingkad na kulay sa bahaghari

At salit-salitan silang ginamit upang iguhit, buhayin
Sa nakatungangang puting kartolina,

Dalawang manikang papel ng ating pantasya.
Hinayaan nating ikurba ng talim ng gunting

Kanilang alindog, hubog, kabuuan.
Hindi tayo nagkamayaw sa galak nang mamalas

Kakaibang likha ng ating imahinasyon.
Ang isa, pinangalanan mong Sandra, pagkilala

Sa pinipintuho mo sa eskwela. At ang isa,
Binansagan kong Sophia, ang dahilan hindi mo

Nabatid, Tol, dahil inilihim kong kusa.
Sa mga taong mabilis na lumipas,

Higit na naging maigting ating pagkakaibigan.
Hindi natin namalayan, dalawang pirasong papel

Ng ating kamusmusan nagkaroon ng hininga, puso,
Dugo’t laman. Si Sandra iyong pinakasalan.

At naging ako si Sophia wagas sa iyong nagmamahal:
Ni walang kapalit na inaasam kung hindi manatili

Sa loob ng aparador na pinagtataguan at buhayin,
Pag-ibig na hindi maibibida sa mga kumpare at inuman.

This is one of the poems contained in the book, Ang Ladlad by Danton Remoto and a colleague (whose name escaped my mind). I think it is really sad and unfortunate. When I read this to my friend, she cried. I think that more than everybody else, closet gays are the ones who have the most number of ‘inner battles’, the man vs. himself blah that we usually pick up from our Gender and the Community subjects.

I feel for them in this case, because I believe that there is a gay personality within me (seriously) and most people I know. Sige lang ah, just be happy lang ta, mga kapwa ko bakla. :))

honesty in writing

I think it is a conventional truth that when people receive their first paycheck, they are either attacked by their stingy side or by their shopaholic selves. Or, was it just me?

When Jen and I did, we met with another friend, Jimma, and had a date at SM. We decided to buy “vanity stuff”. Well, I don’t consider myself vain because I have many pimples and my face isn’t usually among my top priorities. I am still the ‘normal’ type. Or however do you want to call that. I just put on some powder, lotion and all the other basics, and I’m good to go.

But not this time.

I told my uptight self that I am aging and I have to be careful starting now. So off we went to a beauty shop and took a lot of bottles from shelves and paid for them. Now, our aesthetic selves will be pleased. How about a little food for the brain?

[Jennie and I belong to a circle of friendship that are addict to books—usually the Booksale versions where the prices do not go beyond P75]

As it turned out, she was looking for a book by Ricky Lee, “Para Kay B”. She told me that she really has to have a copy of that book. But since it cannot be found it Booksale, NBS had to be it.

When she found it, I said what about me? [Hell, I still have a lot of unread books.] My eye was caught by a yellow-covered book showing a half naked man—with this back turned—with wings. “Ang Ladlad” by two of the members of the Ang Ladlad Partylist. I like reading gay writing. I think that it has most of the honesty that this world has lost. And besides, I like to read works made by teachers. And the greatest part, it doesn’t cost much. [P 195 in National Book Store, SM City Cebu]

Let me tell you about the book next time. What I can now afford to share is that I didn’t regret buying it. And that it wasn’t a timely book.  These guys are really good.

(There’s a photo of this book if you fancy scrolling down. :D)

Face of a Stranger

I would have never discovered this book if not for our side trip to Jennie’s house in Bacolod. After reading its synopsis, I know immediately it was good and so I borrowed it.


Face of a Stranger
Yoji Yamaguchi’s Face of a Stranger reminds me of those Stephen Chow movies and plots written by young scriptwriters. It is a story of resilience, wit, mistaken identity and sweet revenge set in the early 20th century when Japanese women were tempted to find their fortune in American shores.

Because I am too lazy to paraphrase its synopsis, let me share it with you from the book, verbatim:

Set in an unnamed California town in the early twentieth century, Face of the Stranger tells the story of Kikue and Shino, two women who came to America from Japan as picture brides in arranged marriages, only to discover upon their arrival that they have been duped into lives of prostitution.

One day in China Alley (the quarter where the prostitutes work and live), both women are jarred when they meet Takashi Arai, a young migrant labourer and indolent rake who was forced to leave Japan in disgrace and who now works for two elderly hakujin (white) sisters. Kikue and Shino are certain they recognize his face as that of the bogus groom in the photograph used to deceive them. Even as the two women are scheming to buy their freedom from their pimp, Kato, they begin plotting their revenge against Arai with the help of Hana, a beautiful girl who may or may not be mad; the hapless farmer, Kogoro Doi; and the unwitting Inadas, two zealous Christian converts.

I really enjoyed every page of this 1995 novel—each of them seemed to breathe out a diorama right in front of me. For some reasons, I went as far as wishing I was a part of the story. Aside from its undoubtedly novel plot, I think what I liked best about the story is its unorthodox way of presenting reality. In here prostitution is not entirely a sickening job. Though it should be insulting for women, Yamaguchi presented it as something light (even encouraging—as there is a lot of fun in every page of the book) and bearable.

This book reaffirmed my liking for Asian literature and the old world. I promised myself (and Jennie who lent this to me) that we will hunt for more books like this. Get ready for us, BookSale! 

falling in love with Filipino writing

However mildly cruel, stone-faced or unreasonable the UPV librarians may be, my feet will still find its way back to the library in search of a good book, especially on Philippine Anthologies. This treasure-hunting activity is an influence of my lovely friend, Bemjo (who has not updated her blog for weeks now :P), who has faithfully visited the asphyxiation-causing library.

Because of this, I learned of Cristina Pantoja-Hidalgo, Paz Latorena, Jose Dalisay Jr., Susan Lara and Eli Ang Barroso among others. Their written masterpieces are as historically important as the discovery of our country.

Filipino 12 and PI 100 further magnified this love. The library introduced me to the works of Rio Alma (Virgilio Almario) and Jose Iremil Teodoro. Looking for Rizal-related books, I had simultaneous flings with Nick Joaquin, Gregorio Zaide, Rafael Palma and Ambeth Ocampo. Of all of these flings, I am most infatuated with Ambeth Ocampo.

There is so much to love about the Philippines, I discovered. We are a country of amazing pen-holders, recognized and unrecognized. We are in the land of descriptive, witty, versatile and effective writers. Too bad, only a few of us requite their contributions.

Realizing this, I am thinking of taking up Creative Writing when I graduate (and rich enough to do so). Or, in the very least, put up a publishing company (dedicated to Filipino writing) so I can read books for free. Now, why did I take up CMS instead of Literature? * Hahaha!

Writing moves people. It is tragic, melodramatic and witty (or it might be sloppily done), but it inspires people. It keeps us company in bed, in buses, during the lonely nights, and even in the bathroom. I believe that all my positive attitudes are coming out when I am writing or reading Filipino works.

When all of my foreign-written books are moth-infested or drowned by some random flash flood, I will stay sane reading Filipino masterpieces. Classic is what becomes of them.

*So I can be rich enough to take Literature and be available to faithfully dedicate my time towards writing. But do not get me wrong, CMS is still my first love. :D

my newest discovery: Neil Gaiman

When I first heard of his name, I thought, this was not one of them. He will become passé and nobody will care about his works after a few years. But I was wrong.

It began with a switch. We swapped our books to have a taste of each other’s preferences (more or less). I gave up my Sheldons, Deveraux, and Fielding, while they, their Gaimans, Sauls, Andrews, Browns, Murakami, Roy and a Pantoja-Hidalgo. After a few minutes, I found myself with a Pantoja-Hidalgo, Murakami and a Gaiman.

I am already familiar with Pantoja-Hidalgo because of her book, Catch a Falling Star. Murakami’s The Elephant Vanishes is also a page-turner for me. I love shorties nowadays, because of my inability to devote much time to reading novels,fiction or nonfiction.

But Gaiman is something new to me. A friend wanted to push it on my face every time she sees me eyeing it but not picking it up. I don’t know. My apologies, Neil Gaiman, for ever doubting you.

As was always my attitude before reading short stories (and because I am too lazy), I would ask my friend to enumerate to me the stories which she liked best. Only too happy to finally see me pick up her favorite author, Wila pointed out four: The Queen of Knives, Troll Bridge, We Can Give it to You Wholesale and When We Went to see the End of the World. All these shorties can be found in Neil Gaiman’s book, Smoke and Mirrors.

Before this book, I already had a pre-judgment of Neil Gaiman as to what kind of author he is. He wrote the story of Coraline and Stardust (which were adapted for 3D movies of the same titles). If you have watched or gained knowledge of what these two movies/books are all about, then you might already have a taste of Gaiman, figuratively of course.

Here are, more or less, summaries of how I understood the plot of some of his shorties:

Queen of Knives: A boy goes into the circus and loses his grandmother to a live magic show involving a big box where the magician’s assistant. led her. She was never found.

Troll Bridge: A boy encounters a troll who wants to eat his life. He pleads, three times, and ages. When he returns to the bridge for the last time, he allowed the troll to eat him and they exchanged lives. He becomes the new troll who lives under the bridge.

We Can Give it to You Wholesale: A man enlists the help of an assassin who gives him package deals. As someone who never passes off an opportunity to bargain, he accepts and makes a list of the people he want killed (he originally wanted only one, but the number went up to everybody), eventually having himself dead too.

When We Went to see the End of the World: An 11-year-old girl who went with her always arguing parents to see the end of the world.

What I like about not having to discover great writers on my own is that it saves me from wasting time. Neil Gaiman is one of those discoveries. He is very imaginative. I would even like to think that he never outgrew his childhood. Another thing which I found amusing is that he tweaks traditional and predictable stories into something very unconventional or unpredictable.

He has the weirdest combination of disturbing plots and characters. He would put together two people from different worlds (the leave-me-alone, I-am-quite-contented-with-my-life Mrs Whittaker of the 20th Century and the no-retreat-no-surrender knight, Galahad of the Medieval Period) and still get away with it. Weird he is, but very original and creative. In the Troll Bridge, he makes the troll a bit scary but not too ‘villanous’.

Lastly, he inspires people. He made possible the Philippine Graphic/Fiction Awards on Comics Anthology. He showed interest for the local folklore and recognized the talents of Filipino writers (some of which also inspired him to venture into comics). He was also the inspiration for Trese, a comic series written and drawn by Budgette Tan and Kajo Baldisimo, respectively.

Neil Gaiman has the magic, wit and humor. I knew only a few writers who can cook something that will stay long even when it is not refrigerated. He is one of those. For sure, he, both as an author and a person whose flair for graphic novels and short stories never reach the end of his pen, has a long way to go.

This is dedicated to the person who introduced Neil Gaiman to this blogger.

(Aside from the second paragraph, all the rest are true. Neil Gaiman also authored The Sandman Chronicles, though I am not really that familiar with it. ;D)


the bookworm hiatus

Reading a novel is almost like an unwritten essay for me these days. I just cannot seem to find a time when I could devour it in its glorious splendour altogether. See, it is important for me to read it in one go because I have this STML (short-term memory loss) or at least poor retention skills.

To make up for not reading them lengthy narratives, I make do with the shorties. They are as fun, creative, emotion-laden as the novels. However, I miss reading novels as much as I miss my dead Japanese Spitz.

Here are some of the few books I have yet (and looking forward) to read:

The Naked Face, The Stars Shine Down and Tell Me Your Dreams by Sidney Sheldon
Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo by Jose Rizal
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
The Elephant Vanishes, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
Veronica Decides to Die, Brida both by Paulo Coelho
The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman
The Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney
The Power of Beauty (I forgot the author’s name)
Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination by Helen Fielding
Kag para kuno abi scholarly, The Great Political Thinkers by William Ebenstein kag The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli (Curious ko sang contents nila. :D)

Sooner or later, I hope to lay my hands on them. And when that time comes, I hope time stands still.