On Stieg Larsson

As a belated Christmas present last year, I got myself the hardcover deluxe boxed set of Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy. Aside from the fact that it’s a breathtakingly beautiful set of cloth-covered books, I was pleased to find a fourth volume inside the slipcase: On Stieg Larsson.

After the exhilarating experience of reading the Millennium Trilogy, I was quite interested to find out more about Stieg Larsson, so I eagerly sank my teeth into this thin volume.

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Bookish Bonifacio

November 30 is Bonifacio Day, a day that commemorates the birth of Andres Bonifacio, Father of the Philippine Revolution. I’d been saving a book for this very occasion: Supremo by Sylvia Mendez Ventura, with drawings by Egai Fernandez, which I got at this year’s Manila International Book Fair.

While I’m predisposed towards being partial to Jose Rizal (I can’t help it — the educational system leans heavily on the national hero, but I also went to a school that counts Rizal among its alumni, and oh yes, I love Rizal’s geekiness), I’ve had a soft spot for Bonifacio when my high school Filipino teacher revealed he was a bookworm.

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Every Filipino’s Lolo Jose

History was the topic of the May book discussion for Flips Flipping Pages, and because I’d been reading the novels Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo, I chose to read a book about their author, national hero Jose Rizal. Luckily I had a copy of Lolo Jose by Rizal’s own grandniece Asuncion Lopez Bantug.

Lolo Jose (book #81 of 2009) is an “intimate and illustrated portrait of Jose Rizal,” is a one of a kind biography of Rizal, culled from the Rizal family lore and personal anecdotes. “Lolo” is the Filipino word for grandfather, and the book is entitled as such because it paints a different picture of Rizal, reminding us that Rizal was not born a legendary hero, that before he became that figure mounted in a glorious pedestal in a park now named after him, he was a son, a brother, a friend, a scholar, and a leader.

lolo_jose_book_coverHistory was the topic of the May book discussion for Flips Flipping Pages, and because I’d been reading the novels Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo, I chose to read a book about their author, national hero Jose Rizal. Luckily I had a copy of Lolo Jose by Rizal’s own grandniece Asuncion Lopez Bantug.

Lolo Jose (book #81 of 2009) is an “intimate and illustrated portrait of Jose Rizal,” is a one of a kind biography of Rizal, culled from the Rizal family lore and personal anecdotes. “Lolo” is the Filipino word for grandfather, and the book is entitled as such because it paints a different picture of Rizal, reminding us that Rizal was not born a legendary hero, that before he became that figure mounted in a glorious pedestal in a park now named after him, he was a son, a brother, a friend, a scholar, and a leader.

Bantug states in her introduction:

“Here is the Jose Rizal I met and learned to love from all the anecdotes told to me since childhood. Here is the Jose whom the older brother he called ‘Nor Paciano led and guided with unflagging and perceptive devotion, the “little brother” whom my Lola Sisa (Narcisa) loved with passonate unquestioning loyalty, the little playmate who was teased and ordered about on errands by Lola Biyang (Maria) and who played practical jokes on her and Panggoy (Josefa), the fond brother who shed his first tears over the death of little sister Concha. Here is the brother, now grown into manhood, on whose unfailing support Lola Lucia could turn to in times rizalof stress, who stamped his feet and almost cried in grief and frustration when he could not prevent Lola Pia (Olimpia) from dying in childbirth, who was always quick to show gratitude especially to Lola Neneng (Saturnina) and Lola Sisa who could deny him nothing. Here is the solicitous big brother to younger sisters Panggoy and Trining (Trinidad), whom he taught French and English, and to whose wise counsel they listened with respectful attention and who alternately pampered and tenderly chided baby sister Choleng (Soledad).

Here is a son, brother, uncle, mentor, friend, leader — aye, even a young, susceptible swain, always a lover of beauty in all its forms.

I want the young to know that no man is born a hero…I hope that after reading about the young Jose, their inquisitive nature roused, they will want to know about Rizal the Man and Patriot. And I hope that once their interest is stimulated, they will yearn to know more about the hero and martyr. Then they can pursue their reading to include all the well-known biographies written by our eminent scholars who present Rizal in all his different aspects. “

The book was actually first published in the ’80s by the Intramuros administration, but what makes this 2nd edition special is the visual showcase: over three hundred historical photos and reproductions. The appendices are also chock-full of important information: a timeline covering Rizal’s life (1861-1896)and beyond — when he was proclaimed national hero (1901), the Rizal Monument was unveiled (1912), and Rizal was made part of school curricula (1956); a catalog of Rizal’s artworks; important letters; a comprehensive bibliography of Rizal’s written works; a list of readings on Jose Rizal; and the Rizal family genealogical charts.

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I love this book not only because it is beautifully produced by Vibal Foundation (the first book in their Filipiniana Clasica series, which aims to uphold the continuity of the Filipino reading canon), but because it provides great insight into Rizal and reveals stories and information about Rizal that do not appear in any other Rizaliana books and writings.

Earlier, before the discussion, a few Flipper friends — Marie, Cecille, MayD, Oel, and DidiĀ  (who is a real live princess from the Sultanate of Sulu, no kidding!) went walking around Intramuros (a walled district of Manila which used to hold the seat of power in the Spanish regime) and went to Fort Santiago, where Rizal spent his last days before he was executed.

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Rizal’s detention cell

I felt a sense of reverence tracing his footsteps (and there are actual brass footprints that mark the path), and as we went around the detention cell that has been converted into a museum about him, I was able to share with my friends some bits of knowledge I got from the book.

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Rizal’s final walk

The discussion that followed in the afternoon was one of the best our book club has ever had, which is fitting, I think, as this marks our second year into our monthly book discussions. We all read different history books on a variety of subjects and time periods, and it was a lively discussion, held in a place steeped in history.

This is the last stop in my Rizaliana phase this year (I think), and it has been very rewarding. I’ve always loved Rizal — and not because he’s the most familiar hero to me because he’s a part of every Filipino’s education, although that helps — but because I really admire him for being a Rennaissance man (and I’m a sucker for overachievers), and I loved getting to know him more through his works and his family stories this year.

And, as cheesy as it sounds, he makes me proud to be Filipino. Rizal’s legacy lives on.

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my copy: paperback (although I am drooling for the hardcover edition, which comes with the Codex Rizal, a cd-rom containing a photo gallery, the full text of Rizal’s novels and some of his works, and important writings on Rizal).

my rating: 5/5 stars

*cover photo from Vibal Foundation

Flippers discuss history!
Flippers discuss history!

Doggone it!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’m not a fan of talking animals.

I love animals (I have a pure white shorthair cat named Missy, and a shih tzu- maltese mix named Macky), but in books, they’re usually one of three things: a) sickeningly cutesy, b) wise and all-knowing, or c) sarcastic and wisecracking.

The persona in Peter Mayle’s A Dog’s Life (book #72 for 2009) belongs to that third category, unfortunately.

Now I’m a big fan of Peter Mayle, but this is probably my least favorite book of his, not that it isn’t well written (he’s one of the best contemporary writers I’ve read), but because I just couldn’t get myself to buy the fact that it was a dog talking to me.

A Dog’s Life is about Boy, the Mayles’ dog, and how he goes from unwanted puppy to abused servant to thieving stray, and finally as a member of the Mayles’ Provencal household. In all fairness, the idea of a dog narrator is quite original, and Boy is very eloquent (with an astoundingly sophisticated vocabulary!), but I got the feeling that he talked too much.

Boy was going on and on and on about well, dog stuff — going after the mailman, getting a girlfriend, jumping on the bed, knocking down a glass of wine, chasing cats, chewing shoes, and all other things dogs do — and some of it is amusing, but it gets tiring after awhile. I mean, just how long can a person stand reading about the excruciating details of a dog’s life?
I love dogs, but this book still fails to sustain the interest for me.

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My copy: trade paperback, local mooch

My rating: 2/5 stars

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Postscript

By the way, this was the only book I finished during the trip I took up to the mountains (Sagada, Mountain Province and Bontoc, Mountain Province) with some book club friends.

Caught reading on the bus

I brought along four other books but between the long hours of travel (mostly on zigzagging roads), the seven-hour spelunking and the various other treks we made, I didn’t even make a dent in them. But it was a great trip, and my reading ratio can afford to slack off a bit. Here are some photos, just so you know what I’ve been up to:

Squeezing through
in front of a mushroom-shaped rock

on top of a frog-shaped rock

by the waterfalls

what locals refer to as taplod (top load)
giant bamboo

the rice terraces

More photos here:
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I’m off on an islandhopping trip next week, hopefully I can get some reading done then.

Persepolis

Was finally able to watch the Persepolis movie yesterday, and it comes as a relief that it’s not one of those annoying movie adaptations that fail to live up to the reader’s expectations.

If you’re not already familiar with the 2-part graphic novel (although there is already a complete edition with both parts in one book), Persepolis by Marjane (mar-zhan) Satrapi is a coming-of-age memoir in comic strips, narrating her life growing up in Iran during the Islamic revolution, studying in Austria, and then returning to her home country.
The comics, done in pen and ink, swing between irreverent and hilarious to poignant and insightful. I liked the first book, which is focused on Satrapi’s childhood, better than the second, which deals with her schooling abroad onwards. The perspective changes in the second book, naturally — the humor gets drier as she grows older and deals with more issues, but it is still worth reading to get the whole story.To parents who are wondering if the comics are suitable for young readers, the first book is okay for younger teens (6th grade to junior high, but be prepared to answer questions and explain certain concepts), but reserve the second book for later, as it deals with more mature issues.

The Persepolis movie, which debuted at the 2007 Cannes, is as highly acclaimed as the book. The animation is a bit more polished than the comics, but resembles it closely enough that you wouldn’t really notice. Some episodes from the first book are not in the film, especially those that don’t really propel the story forward, but the film is in essence faithful to the book.

The film also manages to make some episodes even funnier and some even more poignant, even though I’d read them already, and an adaptation that can do that is worth lauding. I cried a bit when uncle Anoush gave Marji the bread swans, and when the”Eye of the Tiger” sequence was rolling, I was doubled over laughing!

Film adaptations, when executed properly, add another dimension of enjoyment to the experience of reading a book, and the Persepolis movie does just that. It’s one of the very few movie adaptations that I’ve enjoyed recently, so bravo to that!

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My copies: Persepolis 1, trade paperback, from NBS Book-sak Presyo Sale (a steal at P75); Persepolis 2, trade paperback, mooched from abroad

My rating: Persepolis I, 5/5 stars; Persepolis II, 4/5 stars
Persepolis movie, 5/5 stars