CAUGHT at night in the bustling city, Sonia lingered inside the quaint coffee shop where she usually soothed herself after a tedious week of work at the advertising firm. While smoking cigarettes, she drank coffee to calm her nerves until she fell into a state of wakeful dreaming where the senses seemed to merge into a hazy spell.
It was in this state that Sonia found herself under a familiar gaze.
“Adam!” she shouted as the face registered in her thoughts. Adam returned the greeting with a hug and treated Sonia to a feast of Japanese dishes in a nearby restaurant.
SIGNIFICANT literary traditions in Philippine fiction in English were tackled last June 29 commencing the University of the Philippines (UP) Likhaan Centennial Lecture Series, titled, “Fiction as Response to History: Philippine Fiction in English,” by Cristina Pantoja-Hidalgo, UP Vice President for Public Affairs and former Likhaan director.
PART of growing up is the in-between world of innocence and maturity, and the Filipino dimension to this developmental limbo is portrayed and problematized in Growing Up Filipino (Philippine American Literary House, 2004), a collection of short stories for young adults edited by Cecilia Manguerra Brainard.
THESE days, media-hyped potboilers, paranormal anthologies, and international tear-jerkers crowd many shelves. But every now and then, there is that cranial knock that yearns for reading of another kind: reading that engages the brain cells, and at the same time tugs at the heartstrings.
Now, how can one make the right choice? When most readers are not adept at literature, or blessed with a worthy literary pedagogue, to judge by the cover is not an option.
COLD and damp in darkness’ study, we stand
Armed with nothing but swords to cleave the air
Against foes who know where our blows will land.
To bleed for victory, what heart would dare?
All scores consumed by unfurling defeat:
By refusing-parry from one held dear,
Or when one pierces us to shamed retreat,
Heroic knees fail, to the earth draw near.
Drop our guard, and rob our grave of flowers,
Sheath in salt, the sword meant to gash death’s cheek,
And maim the giver of hallowed powers,
Thus, no euphoric life is left to seek.
But in mankind’s sempiternal making
All our labyrinthine jokes find meaning.
THOUSANDS of dreams have been realized in New York. As for author Carissa Villacorta, the Big Apple not only held the key to her dreams but also to her identity.
Dwelling on the erratic lifestyle of a New Yorker is Surreality (UST Publishing House, 2006), composed of 14 essays written by Villacorta who contributes for the US broadsheet Philippine News. Recognized by the Philippine New York Junior Chamber of Commerce for her outstanding achievement in contemporary literature, Villacorta narrates her life-changing, four year sojourn in New York through her collection.
Villacorta kicks off each essay with a teaser, called “Roller Coaster Ride,” which tells of her random musings about New York. Making this part more vivid is the use of photographs featuring images of Times Square, subway stations, and the author’s immediate family.
DEATH of the author? Postmodern writing seeks nothing less than the death of writing itself.
According to UST Graduate School professor Florentino Hornedo, postmodernism is an overturning of the conventions of writing.
In his book, Free Fall: Postmodernism, Hornedo calls the postmodern style as “free play,” where everything is permissible.
“Postmodern literature avoids structures, foundations, and big narratives,” Hornedo told the Varsitarian.
One of the major traits of postmodern writing is that it denies concepts that used to be the sole source of themes for literary pieces, such as universality, science, socialism, and even the existence of God.
“The one rule that it follows is to not follow any of the rules,” he said.
Many fictionists and poets today refuse to follow the rules of conventional writing, which they find suffocating to freedom of expression.
As a child, I found room in boxes,
Four walls mounting into a firmness
Resembling my father’s hand.
Rays of light seep in between spaces,
As shadows loom and reappear from my sight.
But now, these once empty spaces
Only hold tattered clothes and naked crayons
Slowly fading into oblivion.
Their walls transformed into planks—
A barrier shielding light, where even
My shadow cannot hide in.
Outside the box, I have seen more light,
Painting my skin yellow and warm,
Diminishing my shadow.
As I dance with the wind, the boxes
Tumble down, corroding mercilessly
Under the nebulous blue skies.
Kristine Joy L. Dabbay
PALANCA awardee Katrina Tuvera’s The Jupiter Effect (Anvil Publishing, 2006) speaks of an apocalypse of sorts as the heavenly bodies revolving around the sun align straight, signaling the end of the world.
This apocalypse is the 1972 declaration of martial law while the planets are the different individuals who existed in such a time.
The story focuses on siblings Gabriela and Kiko Contreras who are fortunate enough to live a normal life during the martial law period because their father, Julian, is the minister of information of the president of the Philippines. Their father’s office allows the two to enjoy privileges not otherwise enjoyed by the populace.
To contribute to the writing of better fiction in the University of Santo Tomas, the Varsitarian Fiction Workshop was established. Now on its third year, the workshop was held at the St. Raymund’s Building last September 9 and 16. Vicente Groyon and Jose Dalisay, Jr. were the panelists for fiction in English while Eros Atalia, Abdon Balde, Jr., and Jun Cruz Reyes were the panelists for fiction in Filipino.