Finally, I received the books I ordered from Big Bad Wolf Books last March.
It's all Asian lit:
- Silence by Shūsaka Endō
- Ticket to India by N.H. Senzai
- The Windfall by Diksha Basu
- Selection Day by Aravind Adiga
- Miss Burma by Charmaine Craig
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” - George Santayana
But sadly, these books are not easily accessible nor available to most Filipinos today.
What are easily available to them are TikTok and Facebook history revisionism content.
Plus, our education system has faltered in promoting reading literacy and comprehension that most people today are easily swayed by fake narratives flooding the most accessible medium -- social media.
Booksale haul. All for only 125 pesos.
I swear, Booksale has gifted me with way better and interesting reads than NB and Fullybooked combined.
- The Speech of Angels by Sharon Mass (and because I'm a sucker for stories set in India)
My book haul in India. Got these at around 200-350 Rupees (150-260 PhP). Would have bought more if I got extra space on my backpack. (the two fictional Theroux books were set in India) and the one from Rabindranath Tagore (whose former house - now turned into a museum, we visited in Kolkata) is a collection of short stories.
The opening chapter of "The Granta Book of India" titled "Blood" is a gripping account of the infamous "Partition" event between Pakistan and India. I've a lot to learn still and I regret not buying more India-related literature.
"The Postmaster" - Rabindranath Tagore
"A story of Mughal India" - Timeri N. Murari
"The Great Railway Bazaar" - Paul Theroux
"A Dead Hand in Calcutta" - Paul Theroux
"The Granta Book of India" - Ian Jack
"The Elephanta Suite" - Jack Kerouac
My book haul at the National Bookstore warehouse sale. I got all for just under 750 pesos.
How important for some of us to be able to read the “On The Road” novel in its original draft, the legendary scroll typewritten in thick tracing paper (a continuous, one hundred twenty-foot scroll of tracing paper sheets that he cut to size) without any paragraph break or whatsoever, taped together by Jack Kerouac to form a figurative road in its entirety, the result of Jack’s “spontaneous prose” fueled by one long arduous burst of creativity spanning 3 weeks in April of 1951.
Let me start this review by quoting Harlan Ellison “anyone who misses this milestone event in the genre of the fantastic is a myopic dope.”
I’m glad that after reading Alan Moore’s “Watchmen” i am not a myopic dope anymore. For some they ask the question “Why comic books should grow this far?”
