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I can't remember exactly what year she bought it, but just a few years ago my mom plucked this book out of the bargain bins of Page One/Fully Booked (P100 from P580, Power Plant Mall) with hopes that it would give her sound advice on how to deal with single-parenthood and precocious children with increasingly disturbing behavior, a.k.a. me and my two siblings.

Not that it was much help: for one thing Ted Rall is more popularly known as a political cartoonist a.k.a. the bane of Republicans/conservatives the world over, and not quite as an authority on rearing teenagers. Heck, despite its title it wasn't even entirely about troubled families at all (although it DID pose the fascinating proposition of abolishing Father's Day due to the proliferation of all those absentee male parents today's emo songs keep bitching about). To top it all off, the book was published WAAAY back in 1998, and therefore contained quite a few now-outdated references on how slow and unreliable the Internet was. I'm guessing that at some point Mom just plain gave up on reading the thing... which is how this extremely revelatory tome has now come into my possession.

An anthology of some of Rall's most incisive early non-political essays (with more than a few of his horrifyingly apt cartoons thrown in), Revenge of the Latchkey Kids can probably be best described as the Generation-X equivalent of Abbie Hoffman's Steal This Book. It has been by far one of the most important books in my as-of-yet young life, and it pretty much wipes the floor with the whole of that Emo musical genre I was talking about.
A lot of the topics here fall under the subheading of "Things We Never Talk About, But Are Secretly Pondering", albeit from Rall's glum, angry & irreverent point-of-view. Barring the fact that some of the socio-political stuff still keeps an American audience in mind (and that some of the content, especially the technological sort, has since fallen out-of-touch), the more universally pertinent subject matter is dark and disturbing all the same. Such must-reads include Rall's pieces on broken families, the end of the world, religious dissatisfaction, fickleness in friendship, personal identity, futile employment and the egocentric, apathetic youth.

Just as dark and disturbing as the essays themselves of course are Rall's accompanying cartoons, which also shows how much his drawing style has evolved when compared to his current cartoons.
Looking back at this last image now, I can't help but notice something... prophetic about it (note that this came out way back in the nineties)...

Ang ganda ng name, 'no? Na feature sila noong Sabado sa Bulletin, may Multiply sila kaya inivite ko sa atin. Mga grupo ito ng mga magkakaibigan mula  Philippine Normal University na bigla na lamang naglalatag ng mga libro sa mga events tulad ng UP Fair. Heheh, mga dyaskeng subersibo. (Kayo din ba yung minsang naglalatag sa labas ng UPCM sa Faura?) Minsan naglalatag sila kasi wala silang pamasahe.

Site nila ay www.bookay.multiply.com

Dialogue ng away ng asawa (DAN) at manunulot (LARRY). Mula sa dula at screenplay na "Closer" ni Patrick Marber: 

DAN: When she came here you think she enjoyed it?

LARRY: I didn't ____ her to give her a 'nice time. I ____d her to ___ you up. A good fight is never clean. And yeah, she enjoyed it, she's a Catholic—she loves a guilty ___.

(LARRY grins.)

Ito ba ang dahilan kung bakit ang taas ng Happiness Quotient nating mga Pinoy?

Eniwey, ano ang iyong early erotic lit? (Offshoot ito ng previous blog.)

Sometimes when you are in a blank mood and have some free time, it's nice to grab a book and let it lead you, transport you, transform you.

Siyempre ngayon pwede ka ring ma distract ng CD, mp3/4, internet, cable TV, DVD na sine o concert. I miss the black-and-white TV days where your summer daily viewing was just Eat Bulaga. E, kung di ka ba naman magbasa na lang!

That's when I discovered Ayn Rand, from my brother's short shelf created by an extended window sill. Dunno where he got the books, but I loved The Fountainhead. I was probably 3rd or 4th year high school then, in the middle of an adolescent crisis, when I found my paperback hero. Memoryado ko ang first line: "Howard Roarke laughed." At ang last line: "There was only the sky, the (building?), and the figure of Howard Roarke." Siyempre syota ko si Dominique Francon. May novelette na We the Living din ang kapatid ko. Hanggang early college sa UP hinabol ko ang mga libro ni Ayn Rand. Na-dissuade nga lang ako ni ermat na maging arkitekto tulad ni Howard Roarke. Nahiram ko sa UP lib ang hardcover na Atlas Shrugged, may stamp na "From the Federico Mangahas collection," ako ata ang unang humiram. Pati essays ni Ayn Rand binuno ko (Capitalism: The Unknown Ideal; Introduction to Objectivist Epistemology), mga biography, pati Unfinished Works meron ako, nabili ko nang brand new at mahal sa NBS Carriedo. Pati yung choose-your-ending play niya na Night of January the 16th.

Nawala ang hilig ko kay Ayn Rand nung college nung nag-shift ako sa Philippine Studies galing Engineering. Nadiskubre ko si Karl Marx.

Ikaw, ano ang ikinahihiya mong paboritong libro?

Nahanapan ko si Tony Perez ng mga libro ni Paul Bowles sa Booksale: "Without Stopping: An Autobiography" at "Days: Tangier Journal: 1987-1989."

Nabanggit kasi niya dati sa akin na pabortio niya si Bowles at pati na rin ang isang awtor na di ko na maalala pero Paul din.

Bago nito, nabigyan ko siya ng "Collected Stories, 1939-1976" ni Bowles. Obligado akong tapatan ang pagmagandang loob niyang ibigay sa akin ang kanyang quill pen at ink bottle noong binasa ko ang sulat niya sa tribute kay Rene Villanueva. Nagpaalam akong magtagal muna sa akin ang libro para mabasa ko. Naka-apat akong kuwento, kasama ang nakababagabag na "The Delicate Prey."

Binigay ko ang mga libro sa opening ng exhibit niya sa School of Design and Arts sa La Salle-Benilde. Kinabukasan, tinext niya ako: "I love the two books you gave me! I always dreamed of having them, and now I do!"

Mula sa http://timdacanay.multiply.com/journal/item/2

Recently a friend asked me if, as a child, my favorite story in Edith Hamilton’s Mythology was Perseus vs. Medusa. “I liked the Perseus story,” I said, “But my favorite was the House of Atreus.” “That explains so much,” she said.

The House of Atreus was a spectacularly unlucky royal clan: bloodshed, murder, matricide, human sacrifice, hounding by The Furies, curses and eternal punishment. The cause of the family’s doom was their ancestor, Tantalus.

Tantalus was a favorite of the gods, but he turned against them for no particular reason. He invited them to a banquet at his palace, where he served them a meat stew made of his son Pelops. But his immortal guests knew what the dish was made of. They restored Pelops to life—a feat, as he had been chopped up and cooked—and condemned Tantalus to an eternity of torment. He was set in a pool in the underworld, in a state of perpetual hunger and thirst. Every time he stooped to have a drink of water, the water would drain away instantly. Around the pool were the low-hanging branches of trees heavily laden with fruit. Every time he reached for the fruit, the branches would move away. Tantalus was surrounded by food and drink, but he could never slake his hunger and thirst. I think the verb “to tantalize” comes from his name.

House Atreides in Frank Herbert’s science-fiction epic Dune was probably descended from the House of Atreus, hence their bad luck. The original Atreus, by the way, discovered that his brother was in love with his (Atreus’s) wife. So he had his brother’s children killed, cooked, and served to the unsuspecting brother. What a recipe to be handed down for generations.

Published in 1942, Mythology by Edith Hamilton is a retelling of myths and legends from ancient Greece, Rome, and Scandinavia. The creation myths, the heroic tales of Jason, Hercules and Theseus (the early superheroes), the Iliad, Odyssey, and Aeneid, the Norse sagas, they’re all here. These stories are not meant to convey moral lessons (The ancient gods behaved very badly, much worse than the humans) or to teach people how to live (I do know that eating people is wrong). They’re just great stories, and a solid foundation for appreciating literature. These myths were the subjects of classical art, opera, poetry, and theatre, and knowing them enriches one’s understanding of all these works. Those classical allusions in Shakespeare, James Joyce, and everyone else—they’re all here. Those women in helmets and long blonde braids in eight-hour Wagner operas—this is what they’re bellowing about. If you plan to take up reading, this is a good place to start.

From http://jessicarulestheuniverse.com/

The Satanic Verses paperback edition, sa sale bin ng NBS SM City Davao. May sticker na "This item only." Singkuwenta pesos. Dalawang taon na ang nakaraan, dalawang linggo pagkatapos kong basahin ang isang hiram na hardbound edition. (Hindi ako handa nung una kong nabasa ang ilang kabanata dalawang dekada na ang nakaraan.) Wow! Isang modernong nobela. Astig si Rushdie. Paborito kong linya: "...Alelluia Ice Queen Cone." Paborito kong imahen: ang babaeng lider ng mga teroristang skyjacker, binuksan ang coat upang ipakita sa mga nagdadalawang-isip na lalaking kasama ang nakastrap na mga bomba sa hubad na katawan.

Kasabay ng pagbubukas ng klase, gusto kong pagpugayan ang mga tao at akdang humikayat sa akin upang mahilig sa pagbabasa. Pagbabasa, sa palagay ko ang isa sa susi ng pagkiling ng interes ko sa pagsusulat. Kundi ako naging mambabasa, hindirin ako marahil naging manunulat. Nang matuto akong bumuklat ng mga pahina, hindi lamang iba-ibang mundo ang binuksan nito para sa akin. hindi lamang bumukas ang pinto ng mga bagong karanasan para sa akin.

Nang bumukas ang pinto, nilamon ako nito nang buong-buo. Wala akong kamalay-malay, sa simula, na nilululon na pala nito ang buong pagkatao ko, pati ang kaluluwa ko. Pero hindi ko ito pinagsisisihan. marahil, karapat-dapat sabihing ito ang bumago sa direksiyon ng buhay ko. Ito ang nagligtas sa akin, tawanan man ako ng iba at marami, sa pagiging karaniwan. Pagbabasa angnagpatuklas sa akin na mayroon pala akong kaluluwa. Pagbabasa ang unang kumumbinsi sa akin na, sa pamamagitan ng aking isip, ay makalilipad pala ako, at makararating sa kung saan-saang lupalop.

Unang-una akong dapat pasalamat sa nanay at tatay ko. Kamangha-mangha na silang mga di-gaanong mataas ang pinag-aralan ang nagpunla sa akin, sa aming limang magkakapatid, ng habang buhay na paggalang sa pag-aaral; ng hilig sa libro at pagbabasa.

Natataandaan ko, wala kaming mga libro sa bahay. Ni wala kaming maliit na shelf para lalagyan ng libro. Pero tinuruan ako ni nanay na magbasa at magsulat. Hindi basta tinuruan, kundi binantayang matutong magbasa at magsulat. Katabi ko siya habang unti-unti kong tinutuklas ang tunog at kahulugan ng bawat titik sa pahinang hawak ko. Katabi naman ni nanay ang payat na pamalo, panghampas sa akin tuwing magbabawa ang atensiyon ko sa ginagawa o tuwing sa palagay niya ay pumapangit ang aking pagsusulat ng mga letra.

Mapapaiktad ako. Mapapaaray. Lihim na pangingiliran ng luha. pero ang lahat ng sakripisyo ay sa simula lamang pala. darating ang panahong hindi na ako kailangang bantayan ni nanay. Nakakabasa at nakakasulat na ako sa sarili ko. Malaya na ako sa kanyang pagbabantay. Malaya na ako sa payat na pamalo dahil kusa kong pinagbubuti ang pagbigkas para maintindihan ko ang binabasa ko at pinagaganda ang hagod ng aking pagsulat para madaling mabasa ninoman.

Si tatay naman ay mahilig sa pagbabasa ng Liwayway. Kung si nanay ang nagpakilala sa akin ng mga titik at tunog, si tatay naman ang nagpakilala sa akin ng mga kuwento at tula. Hindi siya nagbabantay o namamalo. Nagbabasa lang sa isang sulok. Minsa'y bumibikas nang may bahagyang lakas para tapunan ko ng tingin at matanto ang kakaibang ligayang tila nadarama niya tuwing magbabasa ng tula. At sa batang puso ko, noon unang umusbong ang inggit. Nainggit ako sa kasiyahang nadarama ni tatay. Gusto ko ring makangiti nang ganoon. Hanggang sa nahilig din akong bumasa ng mga tula at kuwento.

Noong nasa ikalawang baitang ako, paborito ko ang libro ng mga kuwento tungkol kay Rizal. Manghang-mangha ako sa kuwento ng tsinelas niya na hinayaan niyang maanod ng tubig ang kapaa upang pakinabangan ng isang batang mahirap, sakaling matagpuan. Ito ang unang kuwentong Rizal na unang bumighani sa akin sa kadakilaan ng ating bayani.

Isang Golden Book na ang pamagat ay "Goliath" ang una kong children's book. Kuwento ito ni Goliath, isang pandak na elepante na ikinahihiya ng kanyang ama dahil kahit mga simpleng gawain ng karaniwang elepante (gaya ng paliligo nang mag-isa) ay hindi niya kaya. Pero siya ang lumaban sa isang dagang nagsisiga-sigaan sa kawan ng mga elepante. Kaya sa huli, buong pagmamalaking binuhat ng ama niya si Goliath upang sabihin sa lahat na "'Yan ang anak ko!"

Proud na proud rin siyempre ang nanay niya.

Buhay ni Rizal ang una kong libro. o mas tamang sabihin na una kong serye ng mga libro. Tuwing tutunghayan ko ang buhay niya sa marami at iba-ibang pagkakataong mulang pagkabata, lagi akong naaakit at namamangha, at nauudyok na gawin iyong timbulan ng sarili kong buhay at mga ideyal.

Sa kolehiyo, tinatanaw kong malaking utang na loob ang pagpapakilala sa akin ng maraming akda ng guro kong si Miss Cora Ignacio (wala akong ideya kung nasaan na siya ngayon). Manghang-mangha ako nang sa loob ng isang semestre, naengganyo niya kaming magbasa ng maraming klasikong akda, kabilang ang War and Peace, The Red and the Black, Brothers Karamasov, Don Quixote, at isang makapal na textbook sa literatura, bukod pa sa maninipis na mga nobelang ihinabol niya, ang Johnathan Livingstone Seagull at Little Prince, na bakasyon na nang matapos kong basahin.

All-time favorite kong nobela ang Noli Me Tangere na ilang ulit ko mang basahin ay lalo lamang tumitingkad ang paghanga ko. Ganito rin ang epekto sa akin ng Iliad, na ulit-ulit ko ring hinangaan, at, marahil, prinsipal na dahilan ng panghihinayang ko na maging makata.

Hanggang ngayon, patuloy ako sa pagtitiyagang magbasa, gaano man kahirap dahil sa kalabuan ng aking paningin. Naluluha pa rin ako sa magagandang kuwento, sa mga eksena ng tagumpay, sa kabutihan ng tao, sa kapangahasan ng pangarap, at sa katotohanan ng imahinasyon.

Pagiging mambabasa ang umakay sa akin sa mundo ng pagmamanunulat.



Tingnan ang iba pang mga nakaaaliw na blog ni Rene (na pumanaw noong Disyembre 5, 2007) sa http://renevillanueva.blogspot.com

I saw this before but I didn't get it. Price was P175. There used to be lots of copies at the top floor of National Bookstore Superbranch in Cubao. Now it's nowhere to be seen. The book contains the lyrics of Nirvana songs. Trip lang. Malaki itong libro, kasi parang kasing size ng mga notebook ng estudyante sa Tate. WIth matching speckled black cover ata.