Thursday, November 25, 2021

LETTERS TO A YOUNG BROWN GIRL by BARBARA JANE REYES

JEAN VENGUA Engages

 

Letters to a Young Brown Girl by Barbara Jane Reyes

(BOA Editions, 2020)

 

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Hi, Barbara Jane:

 

Well, wow, I'm not sure where to start. I think I said in my last email that so far it had been a "powerful" read, and that certainly stayed with me up to the very end of the text. I wasn't reading it in any sense of "evaluation," though; I was being selfish, reading it subjectively, to see how it affected me, what it made me see, feel, and hear. And I was curious about how "Letters to a Young Brown Girl" would play out to this older pinay reader, or to older pinays in general -- even though you did not aim the book at that population. 

 

I also included, throughout the mss., notes that I made while reading, again, mostly subjective responses. [Editor's Note: Some annotation examples from reading the first poem "Brown Girl Fields Many Questions":

If you want to know what we are whose body parts are scattered to the winds, dispersed as heirloom seeds into the beaks, stomachs, and droppings of migratory birds, broken through our clear film of rage to leaf and fruit, no matter what the territory or terrain,

To which Jean responds: “I like the "scattered...heirloom seeds" metaphor... and that you've got them coming out of "bird beaks, stomachs, and droppings of migratory birds..." :-)

And

“v. In which “if,” is the operative word, the contingent term, “in case that,” “on the condition that,” “despite the possibility that,” “even though,” 

To which Jean responds: “I'm hearing the teacher in you... your experience of talking about issues with your students.”]

 

I'm not going to mention every section here, but these are a few thoughts that arose in the process of reading:

 

The "Brown Girl Fields Many Questions" section: I think it's brilliant you begin w/Bulosan in this interrogative way -- the pinoy writer that many white and non-white (e.g.,  Asian Am) teachers use to fulfill their multicultural/diversity requirements, and stop there (or at least that seemed to be what I saw in the 1990s when I was teaching). And while much of your mss., as a whole, elicits strong emotions in me, I like that it begins with this urge to examine & question such interactions, the careless (or targeted) and simplistic/stereotypical inquiries that we endure.

 

The "Brown Girl Beginning" and esp. "Brown Girl Breaking" sections played out like a horror story to me; I needed those two lines at the end: "Remember to arm yourself, remember to take a break. / And by any means necessary, remember not to look back."  I've had my "don't look back" experience. However, many years later, one does look back. Certain experiences don't let go of you. Letters, and particularly this section, made me aware that a lot of years have gone by in my life, and that there are still buried issues, bones to be excavated. Holy crap. Maybe I knew this already, but Letters brought some things into sharper relief. 

 

There was anger/rage and satire, as well as empathy, in your words, but I was also struck by the amount of grief, just pure sadness (or so it seemed to me). I also liked that there was so much acknowledgement of the variety and breadth of experience and perspectives that we all go through. I see, throughout,  language that is stretching out, embracing; kapwa as "sanctuary of shared selves," indeed.

 

The mix-tape section brought a kind of multi-dimensional "framing" experience of the reading to me, because I listened to many (though not all) of the tracks while reading your words. All kinds emotions arose -- much of it reflective and/or nostalgic, and/or revealing especially w/tracks I have not heard before; music, or even just the memory of music really brings forth empathic responses. Your words both echoed and contrasted with the lyrics, the sounds and rhythms that have been floating, circulating, through the air of our experience. 

 

So, this is a book I'll come back to again and again. I've found it to be very rich, layered, provoking. Just in terms of me being an older reader, it was interesting to see the role of the "elder" in your text as also encompassing and presenting a lot of challenging -- and sometimes (often?) painful -- situations for younger pinay writers. There's a particular kind of generation gap at work here, and I want to think about that. And I'm also thinking about how strangely monolithic and constraining the role of elder can be in Pilipinx society, especially for the pinay. Of course, younger pinay writers experience their own constraints  and silencing too.

 

Anyway, thank you for writing this, and letting me read the mss.; I can see that a lot of blood, sweat, and tears -- and a lot of questioning -- went into it. It's a brilliant book. Basically, you kicked ass.

 

Love

 

Jean

 


*****


Jean Vengua is a Filipinx American artist and writer. From her "outpost" on the California coast, she  focuses on art processes, the cultural contexts of art-making, and being an [older], self-taught artist during uncertain times. She creates the newsletter Eulipion Outpost to which you can subscribe.





THE GREAT FAITH by JOSE V. AGUILAR

 PAULINO LIM, JR. Reviews


The Great Faith By Jose V. Aguilar 

(Pantas Publishing Co./Popular Bookstore, Quezon City, 2020-1)

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For anyone who wants to understand what it means to be a Filipino, a good place to start is Jose V. Aguilar’s engrossing historical novel The Great Faith, First published over 70 years ago, the novel is about “the Japanese occupation of the Philippines,” in the words of the author’s daughter Delia D. Aguilar, who copyrighted this 2020 edition and gives intimate details about her father in the Introduction. She is contrite that she did not read the novel then and could not talk about it with him. 

Aguilar was educated in 1921-1925 at Denison University, a Liberal Arts school located in Granville, Ohio. He was conferred a Ph.D. honoris causa by Central Philippine University in 1952. He was appointed Dean of the College of Education, University of the Philippines, and later as Director of the Philippine Center for Language Study. 

Identity is a theme of the novel, collaboration is another. The novel's main thrust narrates a fictional tale against the unfolding of actual historical events, with the characters that represent personages from the society of the time. Collaboration is pejorative in a wartime context, but not in the artistic that yields, such names as Rodgers and Hammerstein, Lennon and McCartney. In war and espionage, it implies traitorous cooperation with an enemy. In the Philippines during World War, there were prominent men who collaborated with the Japanese in administering the government and schools. There were also collaborators who betrayed the country by becoming informants of the enemy.. 

More importantly, the novel evokes previous colonization by Spain and America—the atrocities their soldiers inflicted upon the insurgents and the civilians caught in the crossfire. What comes to mind is the massacre and burning by American soldiers of Samar, Philippines (1901) and My Lai, Vietnam (1968). I witnessed from the slopes of Mayon Volcano the bombing of Legazpi City from U.S. warships anchored in the bay. B-52 airplanes destroyed a barrio six kilometers from my hometown; the fifty plus civilians killed were buried in the craters left by the air raid. 

This essay focuses on the language and the fictional strategies that Dr. Aguilar deploys to make his novel come alive. The time setting (1941-1945) brackets the plot episodes. It starts with refugees leaving Manila for Capiz, viewed from the perspective of Concha, and culminates in the liberation of southern Panay, after a fierce battle between the Japanese invaders armed with machine guns and the guerillas fighting with automatic rifles. “It was a glorious epic.” (341| 

Concha, Spanish for “shell,” opens the novel with her awareness of two momentous events—the untimely birth of a child carried by Florentina, and the impending Japanese invasion. Florentina’s husband is Captain Licdaw who was a school supervisor, and a reserve in the Philippine Army. Concha represents the consciousness of a country under siege and that, perhaps, accounts for Concha being depicted as “sickly.” Shells, however. are usually perceived as femininea symbol of birth, good fortune, and resurrectionhence Concha’s name portends her recovery. 

The narrative unfolds in the country’s archipelagic topography—mountainous terrains, plains, and coastal areas. Using the omniscient point of view (POV) the novel displays a melange of prose styles: lyrical and pictorial, florid and overwrought, homiletic and didactic. The styles are shaped by the characters of various ethnicities —aborigines, Malayan, Castilian, Chinese, and Japanese. The narrator describes their physical appearance, perceptions, memories, and truncates the English syntax to reflect their speech. E.g., the observant cook Panang says, “Maybe the master not coming soon.” (11) A Japanese soldier asks, “You Americang or Hirripino?” (64) In a homiletic turn, the guerilla captain Lino Seville muses, “War was hell is . . . Guerilla was a greater hell!” (251) The villainous traitor Bucarin rationalizes his “addiction to blackness” with an epigram, “the measure of patriotism consisted in lives saved.” (242) 

At the very least, Filipino identity-seekers can find counterparts among the tapestry of personages from various strata of the society: the collaborators both loyal and traitorous, who spied for the enemy and betrayed their country; the educated cadets and uneducated peasants who joined the insurgency; and the bandits who pillaged the countryside and terrorized the peasants. These characters voice observations and opinions peculiar to their status, and shape the readers’ attitudes about status, behavior, and relationships. 

The wealthy Dr. Juanico Luces with a Castelian complexion, reputed to be the son of a Spanish friar, heads the Luces family: his wife the sensitive and sickly Concha; his mestiza daughter Agnes, who possesses a “soft beauty and steely temper,” and adept with a “fan-dagger” (337): and the mischievous and athletic son Rustico who joins the guerillas as Lieutenant Luces. A foil for Agnes is the nurse Solinda, a “transcendent” Malayan beauty whose brown eyes, upon witnessing lightning and thunder, “lit up with the elemental love of nature in wild display.” (52) 

Agnes is an ambiguous character; she entertains Takahashi but fends off his advances that makes her “dimly conscious of her nakedness above the neckline of her loose nightgown,” saying, without the least trace of a tremor, “No, captain, Filipino custom does not permit this.” The novel does not say that she yields, although Abordon who attempts to rape her says, “I’m willing to forget Takahashi has been here.” (337) As a symbol, Agnes represents the Filipino women who consorted with the Japanese, some bearing their children. 

Lino Seville is the protagonist who survives the Bataan Death March and joins the organized military guerrillas. His schoolteacher mother Marcela has concealed from him the name of his father, until toward the end of the novel. Lino figures in two love triangles; the resolution of each drives the narrative, along with the skirmishes, garrison attacks by guerillas, and burning of houses by the Japanese, led by Captain Takahashi who also figures in the second love triangle. 

The following passage, that reads like Hemingway, locates Lino Seville in a panoramic setting and builds suspense: 

“Standing on the crest of the hill, he ordered Lieutenant Luces to reconnoiter the wooded swamp that spread away back of the old wooden schoolhouse and curved inward to join the low-lying hills toward the right. Behind him lay the expanse of the low mountains, bluish green in the dusk, and far beyond the outline of solid blue that rose up gradually from left to right, descending more abruptly toward the point where the big blazing sun had just disappeared. (249) 

The following is an erotic memory of Agnes rendered in feverish prose that evokes Nick Joaquin: 

Oh! You are alive now! Lino, your masculinity, the man that is in youOh! You remember on the cove on the shore of Manila Bayinky blackness, a gentle wind making the water lap the beaches, your hand, fine masculine hand, creeping up, hot, not to be denied? The unquenchable desire of the flesh that makes one one tremble for its satisfaction! But you, Lino, your hand, hot, conquering -- These fevered nights has the dream of that hand recurred, and the reality of it has shaken the aching body. (197) 

Aguilar’s juxtaposition of the female and male attributes risks being called sexist today, as in this line that describes Bucarin as “a singular combination of masculine perspicacity and feminine vindictiveness.” He describes an eyebrow-raising love scene in lush operatic terms, complete with a “brilliant finale”: 

She held his face in her arms; they were hot hands, and they burned his face. The earth exuded an elemental smell . . . lighted by the aroma that hung on her toilette, mixed with it a pungency that went to his head like strong wine. (264) 

Aguilar uses the Victorian misplaced-missive trope, popularized by Thomas Hardy, with a couple of variations of where the message is concealed—a green bottle and a cut in a pomelo.(200) Jose Rizal writes a poem and hides it in an coconut oil lamp, Jose Aguilar writes a political treatise and hides it in a green bottle. Rizal’s “Mi Ultimo Adios” at least has thirty-five English translations, including Nick Joaquin’s etched in bronze at the Rizal Park. Aguilar’s treatise, ostensibly written by his fictional surrogate Licdaw, is an analysis of Japan's plan for the Philippines. 

Aguilar’s deployment of the omniscient POV enables his characters to voice opinions and explicate abstract ideas, such as Licdaw’s green-bottle essay on the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. The concept was created and promulgated by the government and military of the Empire of Japan. It represented the desire to create a self-sufficient "block of Asian nations led by the Japanese and free of Western powers." 

Another way of looking at Aguilar’s strategy is to think of the novel as a forum that enables the “guest speakers” to speak their minds. Licdaw’s lucid exposition of Japanese philosophical ideas, such as Shintoism and the ideology of the state, making them understandable and attractive, earned him from his detractors the indictment of a “collaborator,” and therefore guilty of treason. This was also the accusation confronting prominent families, like Dr. Luces’s family, “who have chosen to throw their lot with the enemy.” (250) A guerilla commander vows, “These men, while must suffer the consequences of their acts.” (251) The novel raises the issue of collaboration but does not completely resolve it. Some outright collaborators get their comeuppance during the fighting, while ambiguous cases, like Captain’s apparent embrace of ideas of the enemy await the judgment of post-war courts. This calls for another narrative that The Great Faith does not pursue, neither does this essay. 

The preparations for battle scenes are reported by witnesses. Takahashi organizes three columns to attack the guerillas entrenched on a mountain ridge, burning barrios as they advance. The military guerillas have decided to engage the enemy now that submarines from Australia are dropping off arms and supplies, including American cigarettes. (249) 

The climactic “epic” battle is brutal and bloody: a beautiful girl hanged from the floor beams is disemboweled; a military officer is decapitated, his head stuck on a pole; and a western-style shoot-out that avenges the killing of a Filipino spy mysteriously named Phantom. (310) 

To conclude, The Great Faith imparts the lesson that to understand one’s Filipino identity one must know the country’s history. In the process of telling a gripping tale, Aguilar alludes to key points of that history in such a way that moves the reader to learn more. I braved the rain at the Luneta Park in Manila that day in July, 1961, to listen to General MacArthur deliver at age 81 his “ultimo adios,” and I cheered with the drenched crowd when he repeated his famous pledge “I shall return.” (The top floor of the iconic Manila Hotel, which was MacArthur’s suite, is now a museum exhibiting his memorabilia.) 

Dr. Jose V. Aguilar “is recognized worldwide as the founder of the Philippines’ Community School system. He received the first Ramon Magsaysay award for Government Service in 1959 as ‘a far-sighted innovator and a dedicated educator.’” (342) I cherish his legacy as a writer and educator, and deeply honor his memory. 


*****



Paulino Lim Jr. is the author of Spots of Time: Memoir of a Mind, and recipient in 2016 of a Life Achievement Award from his Alma Mater, University of Santo Tomas. He is the author of four novels (set against the dictatorial regime of Ferdinand Marcos) that he calls“The Philippine Quartet.”




Wednesday, November 24, 2021

THE RUIN OF EVERYTHING by LARA STAPLETON

EILEEN TABIOS Engages

 

The Ruin of Everything by Lara Stapleton

(Paloma Press, San Mateo, 2021)

 

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At one point of reading through Lara Stapleton’s second short story collection, The Ruin of Everything, I paused to consider the feeling of having forgotten but then remembering the sheer pleasure of the “short story” form. In short, I’m delighted that she’s come out with a second book after her first short story collection which was released in 1998, The Lowest Blue Flame Before Nothing (Aunt Lute Press).

 

If you could only read one of the nine short stories, “New” makes the release of the entire book worthwhile.  And “Flesh and Blood” also passed my key test as not just a reader but a writer: the story made me want to run to my own pen or keyboard to write. The stories are engaging but the writing is also a writer’s writer’s delight: characterizations are not just deep but sumptuous, structures are not just innovative but fresh, and the narratives are both finely detailed but interspersed with psychological caesuras for maximizing the reader’s inhabitance.

 

One of the book’s great strengths is that it is stuffed with insight—both psychological and philosophical. This author is not merely an experienced writer but a lucidly experienced human being, one who has observed much and thoughtfully parsed through her observations such that she can create sentences which are not just moving a plot forward but share larger meditations on the human condition.

 

It’d be too easy to say that some stories are better than others—that would be the case for any collection whether short story, poetry, or essays. Both of the first two short stories elicited a similar thought: they seemed more like sketches for a later work, an impression that would not make either my favorite among the group of stories. But if one were to read The Ruin of Everything as not just a short story collection but a larger single book, the all of it coheres, especially if you read through to the book’s last word. It is the last story, after all—“Flesh and Blood”—that brings to the forefront the logic that makes this book a circle. The author’s experimental approach brings forth ending words for each story that create redemption, not just for its characters’ experienced sadness but the diluted linearity of its tales.

 

In all of the stories, characters suffer. But despite the abundance (!) of such suffering, in turn making logical the collection’s title of The Ruin of Everything, these stories are not primarily on suffering. These stories delineate nothing less than kapwa-ridden Love. I share the back cover description as a preface to the last—one more—paragraph I want to say about The Ruin of Everything; here’s the book’s description (click to enlarge):

 


Stapleton shares something with poets and, in fiction, Jean Rhys: a superb mastery of the evocative. When philosophy is made evocative and its topic is love, the author is blessed and the reader conspires to make fulsome that blessing. As Stapleton writes, and I paraphrase, The gift is in loving, not in being loved. This book's tales are treasured as, and because, they resonate and specifically resonate themselves into becoming personal.

 


*****

 


Eileen R. Tabios has released over 60 collections of poetry, fiction, essays, and experimental biographies from publishers in 10 countries and cyberspace. In 2021, she released her first novel DoveLion: A Fairy Tale for Our Times and first French book La Vie erotique de l’art (trans. Samuel Rochery). Her 2020 books include a short story collection, PAGPAG: The Dictator’s Aftermath in the Diaspora; a poetry collection, The In(ter)vention of the Hay(na)ku: Selected Tercets 1996-2019; and her third bilingual edition (English/Thai), INCULPATORY EVIDENCE: Covid-19 Poems. Her body of work includes invention of the hay(na)ku, a 21stcentury diasporic poetic form, and the MDR Poetry Generator that can create poems totaling theoretical infinity. Translated into 11 languages, she also has edited, co-edited or conceptualized 15 anthologies of poetry, fiction and essays. Her writing and editing works have received recognition through awards, grants and residencies. More information is at http://eileenrtabios.com