“Most of the young men of talent whom I have met in this country give one the impression of being somewhat demented. Why shouldn’t they? They are living amidst spiritual gorillas, living with food and drink maniacs, success-mongers, gadget innovators, publicity hounds. God, if I were a young man today, if I were faced with a world such as we have created, I would blow my brains out.” — Henry Miller in The Air-Conditioned Nightmare, his brutal, unabashed take on American capitalism and abject materialism
Imagine reading this in Makati (or in The Fort or Ortigas Center or Eastwood or other such places), at a Starbucks perhaps while waiting for somebody, and looking at the suits and ties around you fiddling with their iPhones and Blackberrys and Samsung whatevers, or hunched over their MacBook Pros, or engaged in passionate talk on topics ranging from social media to Steve Jobs to getting a tan to market analysis, and you realize, Jesus!, Miller’s words are as true today in my country as they were in 1945 America.
And then you wonder if that feeling you have is amazement or disgust.
To your right is my Best Read 2012 Edition. Because the murders are horrific, the characters wicked, the plot complex. Not-for-the-faint-of-heart stuff. The whole book is a big fat middle finger to anything formulaic.
It was a wild ride. In 12 months I’ve been to Afghanistan at the height of the Taliban rule, to Texas playing Sherlock Holmes with a dude named Kinky, to the highly fortified NASA compound in Houston plotting the most audacious heist in history, even to the Booya Moon, where it’s always bad at night and there’s evil laughter in the woods. And more. Wherever it was, it was always exactly where I wanted to be.
Looking forward to the adventures of 2013.
Photo courtesy of Dennis “The Ill Diablo” Mendoza.
After keeping it at bay for months, after hemming and hawing and pretending it’s never gonna happen, the unthinkable occurred: I’ve finally gone electronic with my reading.
Yes, I know, I once held strong opinion against ebooks, finding them too impersonal and complex to be of any fun. But faced with the dilemma of dwindling space for my ever expanding library, coupled with the stratospheric costs of books and the constant threat of termites to my precious collection, I knew even from the start that my switching to ebooks was only a matter of time.
Make no mistake, I still like actual books. I still love the feel of paper on my skin (paper cuts notwithstanding), still fascinated with the smell of new books (as well as the dusty aroma of old ones), still gloat over Booksale finds. I look at my library — stacks and stacks of paperbacks and hardcovers lovingly collected through the years — and feel a kind of pride that is almost parental. Unlike many, I see no problem in lugging books around.
Still, one can only resist change for so long. Hence: a Kindle. Purchased via gmettrading.com as an early Christmas gift to myself. To say that I’m excited to explore this nifty little gadget is an understatement.
Finally, after repeatedly hearing “sorry sir, no more of stock” from well-meaning salesladies for almost the whole day Friday as I jumped from one Metro Manila bookstore to another, who would’ve thought that in a relatively obscure National Bookstore branch in the far reaches of the solar system — i.e. inside a newly opened mall in Antipolo, my stomping ground — I would find the ever-flitting bluebird of my holiday happiness this year? Call it stroke of luck, the planets aligning in my favor and all that. This made yesterday’s trek to the place under a godawful weather super worth it.
George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire four-book boxed set, man! Been wanting to get my hands on these plump little boobies ever since Game of Thrones, the HBO TV series based on the first book, left me hanging and gasping for more. Now, knowing what happened to my favorite characters in the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros is only a matter of finding a quiet lull in my busy workhorse schedule. I’m stoked!
The goal is to finish reading the entire set in 2012 (one book every three months, why not?). Not easy, but doable. So I accidentally got myself a fucking New Year’s Resolution of some sort, eh?