The within-outs of J.W. Henley’s ‘Migrante’

The final time Joe Henley signed a e-book for me, he made it out to his “colleague in debasement.” Sounding like a doable tune title for his subsequent musical challenge, this was absolutely an accolade.

We had labored – individually, collectively – on a collection of textbooks, and the method had certainly been soul-destroying. By no means once more, we agreed when the torture lastly did cease – not less than not for what they had been paying.

Fortunately, he wasn’t signing copies of the dross we’d churned out however his then-new novel Bu San, Bu Shi – a waist-deep wade by means of the viscous mire of Taiwan’s underground punk scene, brimful of insurrection and nihilistic vigour, topped off with a twist of T-pop redemption.

As bleak as components of that (nonetheless participating) work had been, they couldn’t even start to portend a number of the extra harrowing passages from his newest novel Migrante, which was launched final week.

I’ve not but acquired my pre-purchased laborious copy of the novel, however Joe was beneficiant sufficient to ahead a complicated e-version to me for assessment a couple of weeks in the past. I held again on writing anything, as I’d pitched quick critiques to a few publications, one in all which “normally ask[s] for unique consideration” however has magnanimously advised me to “be happy” to buy it round. As an alternative, I’ve determined to place one thing utterly completely different up right here. 

The jumping-off level for the assessment I pitched was a well-known quote from Wittgenstein that represents a dialectic of kinds, between saying and displaying. I received’t go into that right here, in case that assessment does get picked up, however the crux of my argument was that Henley had deftly created a strong impression of his protagonist’s tribulations and the ensuing trauma with out trying to put naked the psychology.

Right here, I’m going to attract on the work of one other thinker, the French phenomenologist Gaston Bachelard as a framework for analysing one other dialectic that emerged as I used to be studying Migrante. (I had initially thought of utilizing it for the primary assessment however area constraints and pointers that cautioned in opposition to extra abstrusity dissuaded me from doing so.) What follows shouldn’t be a lot a assessment as a take a look at a specific facet of the textual content that I discovered intriguing.

Since I purchased it again in 1995 as a part of the required studying for a course on an abortive undergrad journalism diploma, Bachelard’s The Poetics of Area has been a e-book to which I’ve returned repeatedly. There’s a good quantity of it I don’t utterly perceive, however the concepts it raises by means of the mixing of an unimaginable vary of thinkers – poets, psychologists and political theorists amongst others – have stayed with me over time and, like all the perfect philosophy, pop into my head for no discernible motive, typically on the strangest moments.

Together with most of my assortment within the UK, which was languishing within the cellar of my outdated home in London, the e-book made its solution to Taiwan a few Christmases in the past, courtesy of My Outdated Man the Drummer. I’m unsure that I’ve dipped into it since then, however I shortly discovered myself reaching for it whereas studying Migrante.

Parts of works corresponding to Mike Davis’ Metropolis of Quartz, which was additionally on the aforementioned studying record, are additionally related right here, significantly by way of the depiction of town as a jail for the disenfranchised. Likewise, Foucault’s Self-discipline and Punish (which was one of many books I introduced with me after I got here to Taiwan in 2001, and which I’m fairly certain somebody pilfered – personal up was that you just, the G?), Piranesi’s Imaginary Jails etchings and the work of Henri Lefebvre, with which I’m admittedly much less acquainted, are all related and inform the next dialogue, nevertheless hazily and tangentially. A dialogue of the spatial dynamics within the soundscapes of the Wu Tang Clan even got here to thoughts.

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The Poetics is split into sections on corners, nests and shells amongst different classes of area. Nevertheless, it’s the chapter on The Dialectics of Outdoors and Inside that I discover most related. It’s prefaced with a triplet of quotations, the primary two of which – traces of verse by the French poets Paul Éluard and Pierre Jean Jouve – give a sign of the path issues will take. Éluard writes of “the solemn geographies of human limits,” whereas Jouve displays that “we’re the place we aren’t” (Poetics, p.211).

Each of those aphorisms have resonance with the characters in Migrante on a number of ranges. Firstly, there’s the notion that, as depressing because the migrante experiences in Taiwan are, they may not be that a lot worse than the lives the employees have left behind. This isn’t a lot – or not solely – as a result of geographical limits positioned on the deprived – limits that render migration little greater than a herd-like, hither-and-thon shuttle between comparably bleak environments and circumstances, however conversely, as Éluard signifies, the human limits on geography that lure migrantes and refugees in what the spoken-word performer Bama the Village Poet calls the “Ghettos of the Thoughts.” 1

At first, Rizal doesn’t grasp this. As he heads down the gangway, he’s overcome with panic on the unknown world that beckons. 

The world, he thought. When the airplane door opens once more, the world won’t ever be the identical. In that world I’ll know nothing and nobody. In that world nobody will know me. I, Rizal, is not going to exist (Migrante, p.50; writer’s italics).

In a single sense, he’s proper: he’ll not exist, not less than not as the kind of outsider he was in Manila, festering on the fringes, among the many corpses of the general public cemetery he calls dwelling. Again within the Philippines, he was what me would possibly name an inside-outsider, an entity of kinds, with a imprecise, tenuous sense of belonging however no kind or operate, providing no discernible worth or contribution to a society from which he and his ilk stay largely obscured.

In Taiwan, in distinction, Rizal has a function, nevertheless repulsive and demeaning, but is denied even even a peripheral existence. He’s outdoors the system on this new world, exactly as a result of he has been sucked to this point inside the vortex as to have had his being negated.

For all that, it’s shortly obvious that this world is little completely different to the one Rizal has fled; he has merely exchanged one set of depressing circumstances for one more. That is early made clear in his observations of the native individuals who stare “from behind evenly tinted home windows and windscreens lined in bug splatter” through the crew’s sole tour across the environs outdoors the boat. “Of their strangled hope,” we’re advised, “Rizal felt a way of dwelling” (Migrante, p.91).

Actually, the existence of those disembodied observers, identical to that of Rizal and his companions, appears to hinge on a Berkeleyan kind of subjective idealism – “God was right here, as he was in Navotas” – whereas one other kind of inside-outside dialectic calls into query the existence of the common perceiver – “but absent all the identical.” As an alternative, “[l]ike hope itself, God was a thriller, one thing to be grasped at slightly than understood” (Ibid).

This second sentence echoes Wittgenstein’s idea of das Mystische, which is basically on the root of the aforementioned conundrum of saying vs displaying. (Certainly, because of this Wittgenstein mentioned of labor that its level was moral.) There’s additionally a touch of Martin Buber’s basic treatise I and Thou in the best way Rizal perceives his relationship with god:

To man the world is two-fold in accordance along with his twofold perspective.

The perspective of man is twofold, in accordance with the twofold nature of the first phrases which he speaks.

The first phrases are usually not remoted phrases, however mixed phrases.

The one major phrase is the mix I-Thou.

The opposite major phrase is the mix I-It; whereby, and not using a change of phrase, one of many phrases He and She can substitute It.

Therefore the I of man can also be twofold.

For the I of the first I-Thou is completely different from that of the first phrase I-It (I and Thou, p.15).

Jouve’s paradox of place – “we’re the place are usually not” 2 – reinforces the notion that we’re sure by our origins or that, at any given cut-off date, we’re outlined by the place we have now been as a lot as the place we’re.

As somebody who has been lucky to journey broadly for pleasure, and for whom journey has been a lifelong obsession, I incessantly discover myself transported again to the locations and areas I’ve been – typically, maybe understandably, whereas engaged in essentially the most mundane actions. Waves of nostalgia sweep over me for a melange of areas – a area church the place I finished to cost my telephone in Estonia; ramshackle markets in Managua, a park bench beneath the sussurating cover of Shooter’s Island on Prague’s Vltava River on a late-summer’s afternoon.

These impressions, to not point out these of the locations I failed even to succeed in – and there are such a lot of – are tinged with traces of remorse at in some way having misplaced or let slip from one’s grasp an ineffable a part of one’s being. Right here, Calvino involves thoughts:

Each time I describe a metropolis I’m saying one thing about Venice. Reminiscence’s photographs, as soon as they’re fastened in phrases, are erased. Maybe I’m afraid of dropping Venice abruptly, if I converse of it. Or, maybe, talking of different cities, I’ve already misplaced it, little by little (Invisible Cities, p.78).

For Rizal, confined to the fetid deck of the fishing boat, Taiwan is right here, as brutal actuality takes maintain, however nonetheless very a lot there, as he languishes, invisible in plain sight. He’s all over the place and nowhere, ceaselessly struggling to flee the tombs of Navotas. Crumbling panopticons in miniature, the place god and loss of life rotate guard obligation, they plague his goals :

He needed to go away; to return to the house they’d lived in earlier than. The place they’d left simply that morning. Rizal pulled at his mom’s hand, tugging her again within the path from which they’d come. “Let’s go, Mama. Let’s go dwelling.” His mom pulled him again. She crouched beside him. “That is dwelling, Rizal,” she whispered, drawing him near her physique, arms wrapped round him. Then softer, like a mild wind by means of an open window, “We’re the anonymous useless now” (Migrante, p.66).

Expounding his evaluation of the inside-outside dialectic, Bachelard observes, “Philosophers, when confronted with inside and outside assume by way of being and non-being. Thus profound metaphysics is rooted in an implicit geometry which – whether or not we’ll or not – confers spatiality upon thought; if a metaphysician couldn’t draw, what would he assume? Open and closed for him are ideas” (Poetics, p. 212). Bachelard then quotes from a lecture by his compatriot Jean Hyppolite (a progenitor of the post-structuralist “philosophy of distinction,” which holds that identification is created solely by means of its opposition to differentiation):

Hyppolite spoke of “a primary fantasy of inside and outside.” And he added: “you’re feeling the complete significance of this fantasy of inside and outside in alienation, which is based on these two phrases. Past what’s expressed of their formal opposition lie alienation and hostility between the 2.” And so, easy geometrical opposition turns into tinged with agressivity. Formal opposition is incapable of remaining calm … “This aspect” and “past” are faint repetitions of the dialectics of inside and out of doors: all the things takes kind, even infinity. We search to find out being and in doing so, transcend all conditions, to provide a scenario of all conditions. Man’s being is confronted with the world’s being … The dialectics of right here and there have been promoted to the rank of an absolutism in keeping with which these unlucky adverbs of place are endowed with unsupervised powers of ontological dedication (Ibid, p.212).

The obvious examples of the alienation, hostility or exclusion engendered by this opposition and its ontological implications might be discovered within the bodily areas through which Rizal exists. Firstly, there’s the mausoleum. Because the earlier quote signifies, Rizal didn’t truly begin life there. As an alternative, his mom “can be compelled again to the cemetery,” with a 5-year-old Rizal in tow, (Migrante, p.4) by circumstances.

The outdoorsinside opposition thus frames the narrative from the offset. This was not some form of predestination; issues may need been completely different; Rizal was as soon as outdoors – the place hope glimmers for even essentially the most downtrodden. True, life shouldn’t be a lot simpler. From the inside Rizal gazes out at “the corrugated iron rooftops of the neighborhood across the cemetery, the folks there barely higher off than the folks residing throughout the burial floor, residing choc-a-bloc in one-room flats constructed from scrap wooden and sheet steel, households of 4, 5, six, or extra sleeping and residing on prime of each other on grime flooring and busted planks” (Ibid, p.41).

But, on the very least, there’s the potential for social mobility or self-improvement of some type. As soon as inside the portals of the cemetery, “we’re the anonymous useless now” (Ibid, pp. 66, 79, 108).

It’s telling that these phrases from Rizal’s mom, repeated like a mantra all through the textual content, are the primary that come to Rizal’s thoughts when, coated in slime and the scent of saury, he arrives again on the harbour aboard the fishing boat, following an exhausting first day of labor.

In some ways, the boat is solely the cemetery in reverse. Sprawled out on the deck amid rusty puddles of brine, as they wrestle to get a second’s relaxation beneath a ferocious solar, the migrantes resemble desiccated corpses; going about their back-breaking labour with empty minds and bellies, they’re just like the maganang kumain zombies on “their twilight march by means of the lanes, searching for their subsequent hit of shabu” (Ibid, p.42).

As Rizal and his colleagues uncover on that fateful first try to increase their world past the deck, the gunwales of the “decrepit tub” (Ibid, p.224) will strictly demarcate the extent of their actions to any extent further. And there’s an irony in being shackled to a vessel that may take them into the “expanse of open water” (Ibid, p.73) – a tantalising reminder of the seemingly boundless prospects supplied by a world that is still ceaselessly out of their attain.

Quoting the Franco-Uruguayan author Jules Supervielle, Bachelard makes simply such some extent in regards to the “countless rides on the South American pampas” (Poetics, p.221): “Exactly due to an excessive amount of using and an excessive amount of freedom and of the unchanging horizon, regardless of our determined gallopings, the pampa assumed the facet of a jail for me, a jail that was larger than the others” (Ibid).

Within the scenes the place Rizal and his crewmate Datu are thrown overboard by the tyrannical Captain Li, Henley takes this concept even additional, reminding us that these inviting arms that recommend freedom can shortly rework right into a lethal choke-hold.

As represented by the boat’s wheelhouse, inside now offers – if not a gateway to freedom – not less than a secure haven from the hostile parts. Bare and uncovered on deck, Rizal and his fellow employees naturally gravitate in the direction of the one personal area accessible to them, taking turns to sleep and shelter there through the hours when Li is away.

By occupying the wheelhouse, albeit fleetingly, the migrantes are ready at some stage to problem Li’s unchecked energy to regulate their area. The one different possibility is mutiny and judicial confinement, as they may “most likely be fed higher in there than out right here” (Ibid, p.115; my emphasis), however the thought is straight away deserted when Datu raises the difficulty of justice for “4 brown males who homicide a Taiwanese captain.” (Ibid).

Following Rizal’s escape from the hellship at Nanfang’ao, his motion stays restricted. On the restaurant – a public area the place folks come and go all day – he can’t go away for worry of being picked up by immigration. Even on the inside he’s additional inside, confined, as he’s, to an workplace, which – whereas it’s simply essentially the most comfy area he has ever slept in – is nonetheless a sterile, dispassionate place, unambiguously a piece area the place time and area are ipso facto managed (Cf. Foucault’s Self-discipline and Punish for the dialogue par excellence of this topic.)

The supervisor Rosie tells him, “Sadly you’ll be caught right here till I come again within the morning. If there’s some form of emergency you exit the exit within the again. However should you exit and the door closes behind you, you’ll be trapped outdoors(Migrante, p.196). Rosie additionally confirms that she shouldn’t be prepared to provide Rizal the keys but, thus denying him the bodily instruments required to maneuver between the 2 states of inside and outdoors.

Concern of this unknown outdoors, which is confirmed as legit by others, is sufficient to dissuade Rizal from any try to entry it. As an alternative, he fines a level of management in a borderland between the 2 zones:

Outdoors, away from the restaurant. Away from folks. Someplace he might simply be alone. Remembering the place the place he had first spoken to Jasmine in personal he stood up and strode again by means of the kitchen to the rear exit, propping the door open with a crate. He turned to the left and paced the slender alley, stopping after a few turns to press his again in opposition to the naked concrete. He appeared up on the sky, dotted with high-ranging puffs of white cloud, blinking in opposition to the brilliant gentle shining down into the slender crack between the buildings. He stood there till a voice referred to as to him. He turned and noticed Rosie leaning partway out the door. “Rizal,” she mentioned, beckoning him inside with a wave of her arm, “time to get to work” (Ibid, pp. 211-12; my emphasis).

Following his arrest, Rizal is processed by means of a two-tier system of area administration on the Nationwide Immigration Company centre. “Some had been stored in holding cells, ready to be deported again to the Philippines,” we’re advised. “Others, like Rizal, had been comparatively free, although not a lot that they might go away the bounds of the cavernous foyer, besides to go to the toilet” (Ibid, p.227).

Whereas sitting in a ready space, getting ready to be interviewed, Rizal watches because the detainees are summoned to one in all 4 rooms, “some coming into and leaving shortly, others remaining inside for an hour or extra” (Ibid, p.222). This collection of discrete areas and the proceedings that happen inside them is initially embued with thriller and menace. As soon as Rizal has entered one of many rooms, a surreal depersonalisation takes maintain:

[It]t was as if his temperature and that of the room round him had been one, and he might fade into it, changing into the identical because the partitions, the desk. In his thoughts he turned the identical because the furnishings. One other object, just like the chair, one thing that gained title solely by somebody sitting on it; deciding its function (Ibid, p.224).

Right here, once more, Berkeley and Buber come to mind as Rizal is actually dehumanised and objectified. However who, aside from the NIA officers, is watching him this time? Has god forsaken him?

On the conclusion of the assertion that Rizal offers the immigration officer, we get one of the crucial highly effective expressions of the spatial dialectic as “[t]he room appeared to breathe out and in with him, not sure of whether or not or to not expel him again into the world of the residing” (Ibid). Having sucked Rizal in, and separated itself from his being, gaining full personification within the course of, the room is now a pressure of nature unto itself, in opposition to which it’s pointless to wrestle.

As soon as spewed out, Rizal and the migrantes who’ve been given go away to stay in Taiwan are held for 3 days, then “advised to assemble their issues, if they’d any, and introduced outdoors. There a collection of vans had been ready, headed for shelters scattered across the nation”(Ibid, p.227).

The shelter the place Rizal subsequent finds himself is the primary place in Taiwan to afford one thing approaching freedom of motion. After all, the area remains to be managed, albeit in a manner that’s ostensibly to guard rights slightly than deny them:

This room is for the boys. The one beside is for the ladies. Not all shelters have women and men staying beneath one roof, however we do. It’s essential so that you can know that you just can’t go into the ladies’s room except you’re invited. And even then, solely through the day. Perceive? Rizal nodded shortly (Ibid, p. 230).

But, even when the alternatives current themselves, Rizal reveals no inclination to reap the benefits of this new-found liberty. When the shelter’s supervisor proposes journeys to parks or his fellow inmates focus on visits to Taipei to organise and protest the migrante lot, a rally the place “[t]hey would march and chant and dance and sing” (Ibid, p.241), Rizal “mentioned he would go along with them, however in his coronary heart he knew it wasn’t true” (26. Ibid, p.242). As an alternative, the balcony is as shut as he will get to outdoors.

The ultimate area that Rizal encounters is the manufacturing unit in Zhubei. Just like the boat, the manufacturing unit stays anonymous, one of many hundreds of buildings that occupy the chain of science parks down the west coast of Taiwan. As soon as contained in the compound, the inside-outside dialectic in a short time emerges once more, as we be taught that “Every little thing inside had a glance of newness about it. An look of issues that had been to be handed by, seen however not touched” (Ibid, p.250). Moments later, when Rizal is caught flouting this unstated rule, the notion that this pristine, synthetic area of inside is out-of-bounds is cemented.

When Rizal is taken to his dorm, it turns into clear that, in some methods, this would be the most restrictive setting of all:

Rizal felt Mak brush by him and adopted him by means of, Miss Liao closing the door behind them. The trail took them to the worker dorm, a constructing that appeared much less everlasting than the one they’d simply left. It was two tales, partitions gleaming white, skinny even on the most furtive look. Sq. protrusions, air con items, poked out at intervals each few toes, home windows not removed from them. Miss Liao moved previous the boys and strode to the door forward, swiping a key card by means of a machine that beeped, its pink LED gentle turning inexperienced. The door buzzed open and he or she pulled it extensive, motioning the 2 males inside. They stepped by means of right into a hallway. Miss Liao stopped them there, pointing again to the door. She tapped her key card. “Managers have key,” she defined. “Staff no have key. You in dorm, you keep in. No out. Whenever you work in manufacturing unit, no go in dorm. No key card, no can go inside. Perceive?” …

Down the hallway they walked previous closed doorways spaced a couple of toes aside, trying extra like entrances to storage closets than residing quarters. Once they reached a door close to the top of the corridor, Miss Liao swiped her key card by means of a sensor above the door deal with. The sunshine there turned from pink to inexperienced and the door popped open. She bid them inside. Mak went in first, Rizal following. A couple of steps was all it took to succeed in the far wall. On both aspect of the room had been slender beds, sheets folded neatly on the finish of the mattress. A small dresser sat between the beds, reverse the door, a fan suspended within the higher nook of the room on the left …

She left them there of their new dwelling, two males, hardly higher than strangers, now sharing an area not a lot larger than the mausoleum Rizal had shared along with his mom. At the least right here, although, there was a window. Taking in a breath of stale air Rizal stepped to the window to open it up, hoping a breeze from outdoors would chase a number of the odor of paint and carpet glue from the room. When he received there, he froze. He studied the window for a time, in search of a latch to unlock it or a observe alongside the underside on which it could slide open and closed. By means of the tinted glass with its darkish plastic coating to maintain out the daylight, he appeared all the way down to the bottom beneath after which to the view of the admin constructing past. He tapped the glass along with his finger and it rattled in place, fastened, maintaining the 2 males and the stuffy air inside (Ibid, pp.255-7).

Right here, for the primary time, virtually each facet of the inside-outside dynamic is past Rizal’s management. Entry to the assorted areas throughout the constructing is restricted in keeping with guidelines designed to actually preserve employees of their place, and even the the potential for venturing outside-outside is stored at arms’ size, if not by bodily coercion, then by extra insidious means:

It was Sunday. Supposedly a break day. However as Rizal had realized shortly, life on the manufacturing unit in Zhubei was little completely different from that on the boat in Su’ao. Although the strategies differed, the outcomes had been the identical. The minders discovered methods to make sure the boys had been at work day-after-day with out fail (Ibid, p.261).

Rizal watched from the nook of his eye as Su moved from one man to the subsequent, talking briefly then smiling as he scratched out one thing in opposition to the backing of his clipboard, lastly patting every man on the shoulder. Quickly he stood subsequent to Rizal. “Good week, my good friend, sure?” Rizal nodded. “Good work, good pay.” Rizal slackened his grip on the accelerator of his jack. His toes ached as they hit the concrete ground, the metal toes of his company-provided work boots squeezing his toes. “You need break day tomorrow, otherwise you need to earn more money?” Su requested, not ready for a reply. “The others, all of them work tomorrow. They work so laborious. Earn large cash. I believe you’re the identical, sure?” Rizal felt his coronary heart sink. Although he couldn’t perceive each phrase out of Su’s mouth, he knew what was requested all the identical, his English enhancing daily. He was planning to make use of his days off to go to Zhongli to attempt to discover Jasmine. Now Mr. Su stood in his manner, eyes expectant. He raised up his clipboard. A listing of names, every with a verify subsequent to it. Rizal nodded glumly and a verify was positioned subsequent to his as properly (Ibid, p. 262).

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Again in March 2013, I had the possibility to satisfy and chat briefly to the author Pai Hsien-yung (白先勇),after a chat he gave on his father, the Nationalist Common Pai Chung-hsi (白崇禧), to help the publication of photo-biography on Pai, Snr’s function in Republican China

I requested Pai about his most well-known work, Taipei Folks (台北人), and whether or not the title was – as indicated within the preface to the Chinese language College Press version – meant to be ironic, given the shortage of Taiwan-born characters discovered within the assortment of tales. He confirmed this, stating the allegorical citation from the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yu-hsi (劉禹錫), which refers back to the “highly effective and cultured emigré households” in addition to the “numberless commoners” (Taipei Folks, p.iv) who fled from a barbarian invasion within the fourth century AD to re-establish the Chin Dynasty at modern-day Nanjing.

The allusion was to the the the Kuomintang’s “re-establishment” of the Republic of China in Taiwan, which was at all times seen as a brief transfer till the “mainland” could possibly be retaken. As such, most of the characters within the tales spend their time wistfully reminiscing in regards to the good outdated days in China.

All of this, I understood, however my query to Pai actually involved whether or not he noticed the relegation of Taiwanese characters to the periphery as a part of this irony or whether or not they had been merely extraneous to the narrative. (After all, the 2 are usually not mutually unique, however I questioned whether or not this different aspect of the equation had occurred to him.) After I reframed my query on this manner, his considerably puzzled response confirmed my suspicions that the latter was the case.

The near-absence of Taiwanese characters jogged my memory of Edward Stated’s “contrapuntal studying” of a textual content, which takes account of “what was as soon as forcibly excluded”(Tradition and Imperialism, p.66). Even in these texts the place there is no such thing as a express reference to colonies and the colonised, they loom massive as having made doable the existence depicted in European novels and, certainly, the very creation of these works.

This, then, is a very powerful manner through which the notion of inside vs outdoors informs a studying of Migrante, specifically by means of the counterpoint of those that have for too lengthy been absent from Taiwan’s story. The nation’s much-vaunted financial miracle has been assisted in no small half by the varieties of folks depicted in Henley’s novel but up till now, they’ve been conspicuous by their invisibility.

Within the foreword to the novel, Henley admits to having harboured misgivings over whether or not he needs to be the one to inform this story. That is comprehensible: he’s himself an outsider to the life he portrays and, as he admits, a privileged one, to whom the varieties of restriction and exclusion Rizal suffers are largely alien. But, in giving kind to those points, Henley has undoubtedly helped transfer them nearer to the realm of public consciousness. How lengthy they may linger on the edge, the “cosmos of the Half-open” (Poetics, p.222), not utterly outdoors however not but fairly in, stays to be seen.

Postscript: I’ve simply seen the date for the e-book launch social gathering for Migrante (Saturday, 22 August 2020 from 16:00-23:00 at Taipei’s Vinyl Determination), and it seems to be like I may not have the ability to make it. I’d urge anybody who can to get alongside there and decide up a duplicate in the event that they don’t have one. Not solely is it a rivetting learn, Joe’s share of the proceeds goes to migrant employee advocacy teams. Hopefully I’ll get my copy signed within the not-too-dim-and-distant with no latest (identified) situations of debasement to reference this time. 

Bibliography of quoted works :

Bachelard, G. The Poetics of Area, Beacon Press, Boston, Massachusetts, 1994.

Buber, M., I and Thou, T&T Clark, Ltd., Edinburgh, 1996.

Calvino, I. Invisible Cities, Classic Books, London, 1997.

Henley, J.W., Migrante, Camphor Press Ltd, Manchester, United Kingdom, 2020.

Pai, H-y, tr. writer and Patia Yasin, Taipei Folks, The Chinese language College Press, Hong Kong, 2010.

Stated, E. , Tradition and Imperialism, Classic Books, New York, USA, 1994.

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Sep 13, Grand Remembrances

Today is Grandparents Day in the United States. Being a Grand is a special honor. I feel very blessed that my wife and I have two grandchildren. We were able to visit them today. Yes, we are still being cautious with the coronavirus, but we also find it very difficult to not see them when they live so close. So today we did drop by to visit Jacob (age 10) and Sophia (age 7) along with their parents. We brought donuts and caught up with them. Our grandchildren are still pretty young and this is a precious time in their lives – and ours!

I wish I had known my grandparents better. We never lived in the same place. Dad was a career Air Force pilot, so we moved around a lot. But we did get to see them once in a while when they would visit us, or we them.

A Plague of Giants

There are five known magical ‘kennings’ or types: air, water, fire, earth, and plants. Each nation specializes in of these kennings, and the magic influences the society. There’s a big pitfall with this diversity of ability and locale–not everyone gets along.

Enter the Hathrim giants, or ‘lavaborn’ whose kenning is fire. Where they live the trees that fuel their fire are long gone, but the giants are definitely not welcome anywhere else. They’re big, they’re violent, and they’re ruthless. When a volcano erupts and they are forced to evacuate, they take the opportunity to relocate. They don’t care that it’s in a place where they aren’t wanted.

I first read Kevin Hearne’s Iron Druid books and loved them (also the quirky The Tales of Pell), so was curious about this new venture, starting with A PLAGUE OF GIANTS. Think Avatar: The Last Airbender meets Jim Butcher’s Codex Alera series. Elemental magic, a variety of races, different lands. And it’s all thrown at you from page one.

But this story is told a little differently. It starts at the end of the war, after a difficult victory, and a bard with earth kenning uses his magic to re-tell the story of the war to a city of refugees. And it’s this movement back and forth in time and between key players in this war that we get a singularly grand view of the war as a whole. Hearne uses this method to great effect.

There are so many interesting characters in this book that I can’t cover them all here. Often in books like this such a large cast of ‘main’ character can make the storytelling suffer, especially since they don’t have a lot of interaction with each other for the first 3/4 of the book–but it doesn’t suffer, thankfully. And the characterization is good enough, despite these short bursts, that by the end we understand these people and care about what happens to them.

If there were a main character it would be Dervan, a historian who is assigned to record (also spy on?) the bard’s stories. He finds himself caught up in machinations he feels unfit to survive. Fintan is the bard from another country, who at first is rather mysterious and his true personality is hidden by the stories he tells; it takes a while to understand him. Gorin Mogen is the leader of the Hathrim giants who decide to find a new land to settle. He’s hard to like, but as far as villains go, you understand his motivations and he can be even a little convincing. There’s Abhi, the son of hunters, who decides hunting isn’t the life for him–and unexpectedly finds himself on a quest for the sixth kenning. And Gondel Vedd, a scholar of linguistics who finds himself tasked with finding a way to communicate with a race of giants never seen before (definitely not Hathrim) and stumbles onto a mystery no one could have guessed: there may be a seventh kenning.

There are other characters, but what makes them all interesting is that they’re regular people (well, maybe not Gorin Mogen or the viceroy–he’s a piece of work) who become heroes in their own little ways, whether it’s the teenage girl who isn’t afraid to share vital information, to the scholars who suddenly find how crucial their minds are to the survival of a nation, to the humble public servants who find bravery when they need it most. This is a story of loss, love, redemption, courage, unity, and overcoming despair to not give up. All very human experiences by simple people who do extraordinary things.

Hearne’s worldbuilding is engaging. He doesn’t bottle feed you, at first it feels like drinking from a hydrant, but then you settle in and pick up things along the way. Then he shows you stuff with a punch to the gut. This is no fluffy world with simple magic without price. All the magic has a price, and more often than not it leads you straight to death’s door. For most people just the seeking of the magic will kill you. I particularly enjoyed the scenes with Ahbi and his discovery of the sixth kenning and everything associated with it. But giants? I mean, really? It isn’t bad enough fighting people who can control fire that you have to add that they’re twice the size of normal people? For Hearne if it’s war, the stakes are pretty high, and it gets ugly.

The benefit of the storytelling style is that the book, despite its length, moves along steadily (Hearne is no novice, here). The bits of story lead you along without annoying cliffhangers (mostly), and I never got bored with the switch between characters. It was easy to move between them, and they were recognizable enough that I got lost or confused. The end of the novel felt a little abrupt, but I guess that has more to do with I was ready for the story to continue, despite the exiting climax.

If you’re looking for epic fantasy with fun storytelling and clever worldbuilding, check out A PLAGUE OF GIANTS.

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The Artwork Of Gary Choo

Gary Choo is a concept artist/illustrator based in Singapore. I’ve know Gary for a good many years ( 17, actually ), working together in animation studios in Singapore like Silicon Illusions and Lucasfilm. Gary currently runs an art team at Mighty Bear Games, but when time allows he also draws covers for Marvel comics, and they’re amazing –

The Art Of Gary Choo
The Art Of Gary Choo
The Art Of Gary Choo
The Art Of Gary Choo
The Art Of Gary Choo

To see more of Gary’s work or to engage him for freelance work, head down to his ArtStation.

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