Saturday, August 4, 2018

Things We Lost in the Fire

Synopsis of the Stories in the book "Things We Lost in the Fire" by Mariana Enriquez


The Dirty Kid

The narrator, a young woman, lived in Constitucion in her family home which once belonged to her paternal grandparents. It was a nice house, but Constitucion was considered a desolated, dangerous slum shied away by most.
Within sight from her window, she saw a mother and her child who lived on the streets. She had the bare interaction with the five-year-old child, but the mother was hostile to the narrator. The mother was obviously a drug addict, and both mother and child were under-nourished, dirty and smelly. They begged for money and food.
One evening, the child knocked on her door and told the narrator his mother was not with him. The narrator gave him food and took him out to buy him ice-cream. On the way back, they met his mother. The mother shouted rudely at the narrator to stay away from her child. The narrator was annoyed that her kindness to the child was not acknowledged.
The following day, both mother and child could not be seen. It was however normal for the people living on the streets to move around.
A week later, the narrator heard from the news that a child had been decapitated. The narrator was devastated thinking that the victim was the child who had knocked on her door earlier. She regretted deeply not showing more care and attention to the child. The body of the child was not claimed for a while because his mother was delivering a baby in the hospital. The dead child was not the child she thought it was, because it was a different mother.
There was a legend of Gauchito Gil who had practically been decapitated himself.
However, many days later, the drug addict mother turned up alone. The narrator forced her to reveal where her son was. Her reply suggested that she had surrendered the child to be sacrificed to the San la Muerte, the skeleton saint of death.
The narrator seemed to make up her mind to move. She had isolated herself by living in this house, and she had made up romantic stories about a neighbourhood that really was just shit, shit, shit.
She would leave the witch-narcos and shrines.

Suspense is gradually built up in the story. Once we read of the shrines to less-friendly saints, a sense of unease comes over.  The narrator and her friends are a part of this strange town where people are shattered by the gory murder. 

The Inn
Florencia went to Sanagasta with her mother and sister to stay in the family holiday home. Florencia met up with her good friend Rocio.
Rocio wanted to take revenge on Elena, the local innkeeper at Sanagasta, for firing her father Mario who worked as a tour guide. Rocio planned to sneak into the guest rooms, tear the mattress and hide meat inside.
As Florencia and Rocio were committing the deed, they suddenly heard the sound of a car and truck, and people pounding on the shutters with something metallic, running steps of many feet thudding around the Inn and the cries of men. and headlights of truck or car shining into the room where the girls were. The girls were so frightened that they screamed. Elena and her guard appeared and found the girls. However Elena insisted that they had appeared only because the girls were screaming, and there were no other noise and no other people.
Was the Inn being guarded by something ?

The Intoxicated Years
The lives of three girls, Andrea, Paula, and the narrator, during their high school years from 1989 to 1994.  The economy of the country was bad. The adults worry over inflation and unemployment. Government ration the power and during the summer of 1989, electricity went off for 6 hours at a time because the country had no energy. Andrea, the most beautiful of the four, changed her boyfriend regularly. The girls took drugs, drank heavily, and did not pay much attention to anything which could be considered fruitful or meaningful.  They met a rich girl Ximena and later Roxana. One of their adventures is to look for a girl with eyes full of hate, a girl they encountered once and who had walked into the forest. They returned to this forest but could not find the girl with the eyes full of hatred. The story ended with the girls hitting the latest boyfriend of Andrea, perhaps partly the effect of drugs and provocative rock music (Led Zeppelin). 

Adela's House

Adela had only one arm. Her parents said that she was born with the defect, but Adela told other stories of how she lost her left arm. Adela did not hide her stump. She was fearless of other children.

There was a deserted house with the window bricked up. It might have belonged to an old foreign couple with children fighting for the inheritance of the house. Yet no one had seen the couple or children. One day, Pablo, Clara and Adela went nearer the house. The house buzzes like a hoarse fly. The house vibrated. It felt like there was a frightening monster in the house and it must be kept there. The house was even telling stories to Pablo and Adela. 

Pablo became even more drawn to the house. He persuaded the two girls to enter the house. 
Adela disappeared in the house. Pablo was deeply affected by the disappearance and he went crazy and killed himself. Clara, the narrator and Pablo's sister, lived to tell the tale.

An Invocation of the Big-Eared Runt

Pablo is a tour guide. His favourite tour is the murder tour in which he tells stories of big criminals, the most notorious is the Big-Eared Runt who murdered children.
He wondered over the recent hallucination. He saw the apparition of Big-Eared Runt and he got a bit uneasy about it, though he would not tell anyone his apparition. He reasoned that this could be because Big-Eared Runt's victims were small children, and he recently had a baby. His wife had changed completely since the baby was born. She became quite obsessive over the best for the baby, demanding Pablo to look for higher-paid jobs for a better living environment in a bigger house.

As the story progressed, I wonder whether the apparition would become real and even kill Pablo's baby, but this was not in the story. The story ended with Pablo's finding a nail, and was thinking of having this nail as a prop for his story telling of the Runt driving a nail into a dead boy's head.

Spiderweb

The narrator travelled to Paraguay by car with her cousin Natalia and her husband Juan.  Both women thought that Juan was a terrible bore and constantly complaining about everything and unable to help with anything.  Natalia told the narrator her current boyfriend had a plane. During one plane ride, she saw a burning house but her boyfriend did not see it.

The car broke down, and they met driver and passenger of another truck. Natalia hitchhiked with them to get help. The group put up at a hotel and had dinner and drinks together. Juan later disappeared.


End of Term
"We'd never really paid her much attention. She was one of those girls who don’t talk much, who don’t stand out for being too smart or too dumb and who have those forgettable faces. Faces you see every day in the same place, but that you might not even recognize if you ever saw them out of context, much less be able to put a name to them. The only striking thing about her was how badly she dressed."

Marcela saw a small man who get her to hurt herself. She pulled out her hair, her eyelashes, fingernails. She cut herself on her face. With these incidents, she was not welcome to school. The narrator visited her at her home. Marcela told the narrator that the man would also get the narrator to do the things that Marcela had done to herself. The narrator left. On the bus, the narrator massaged her thigh until blood flowed out from a would she had inflicted by cutting herself with a box cutter.

No Flesh Over Our Bones

The narrator found a skull and brought it home. She named the skull Vera. She dressed it up with an expensive blond wig. She even got Vera necklace with colored beads and surrounded it with aromatic candles, and got coloured light bulbs to place in the sockets for eyes. She also decided to eat less and lose weight to have more protruding bones for herself.
Her boyfriend could not understand or accept her action and left her. He told her mother about her strangeness. When her mother visited, she lied to her mother that she was preparing for a Halloween party but she did not want to get into a costume. Instead she would bring along a voodoo tableau.  The narrator pondered over where she might find bones and built out the remaining skeletal frame for the skull.


The Neighbour's Courtyard
Paula and Miguel rented and moved into a house. On the first night, Paula heard loud pounding that frightened her a lot, but Miguel did not hear it.
Paula suffered from depression and took light medication. Paula visited a psychiatrist. Miguel had never shown any other kind of prejudice; it was directed exclusively toward psychiatrists, mental problems, madness. Miguel had admitted to her that in his opinion, except for serious illnesses, all emotional problems could be solved by force of will.  Her mother Monica brought Paula's cat over to the new place the following day. The second night, Paula saw a small man sitting at the foot of her bed. When she looked more carefully, it ran away, and Paula thought that perhaps it was her cat Elly.
Paula is thinking of leaving her husband after she finished her degree course if there is no improvement in their marriage life.
One day she saw a naked child with a chain to his ankle in her courtyard. But when she brought Miguel to see the child, and the child was not there, they had a row over her hallucination.

Miguel treated her like the crazy woman she had never been, for a different reason: because he’d never forgiven her for abandoning that little girl. He’d never been able to get that image out of his mind: the sobbing in the night, the broken ankle. Or the image of Paula laughing, her mouth reeking of beer. That was why he no longer desired her. Because he’d seen a side of her that was too dark. He didn’t want to have sex with her, he didn’t want to have children with her, he didn’t know what she was capable of. Paula had gone from being a saint—the social worker who specialized in at-risk children, so maternal and selfless—to being a sadistic and cruel public employee who neglected the children while she listened to cumbia and got drunk; she’d become the evil directress of a nightmare orphanage.

Paula decided to trepass into her neighbour's house in search of the boy with the chain. The house was dirty, the pantry had rotten meat, there were strange anatomy drawings on paper, and wall filled with writings. Paula ran home in fright. At her home, she saw the child who had teeth like saw. He bit into Elly, killed and ate the cat.  He held Paula's house key in his hand.

Under the Black Water

Two young men, Yamil and Emanuel,drowned in a river of very polluted water that passed through a Villa Moreno slum. They were pushed into the Ricachuelo river by law enforcement officer. Yamil's body had been found, but not Emanuel's. A pregnant girl visited the district attorney, Marina Pinat, to let her know that Emanuel was in Villa Moreno, and demanded payment for her information.
District Attorney visited the slum. The taxi-driver would not even enter the slum, but stopped outside it. The slum is filled with overweight but malnourished women and deformed children.
"There were families who lived by the water and drank it, and though the mothers boiled it to try to get the poison out, their children got sick, consumed by cancer in three months, with horrible skin eruptions that ate away at their legs and arms. And some of them had been born with deformities. Extra arms (sometimes up to four), noses wide like felines, eyes blind and set close to their temples."

She walked into the church to look for the priest, Father Francisco.
"In place of the altar there was a wooden pole stuck into a common metal flowerpot. And impaled on the pole was a cow’s head. The idol—because that’s what it was, Marina realized—had to have been recently made, because there was no smell of rotting meat in the church. The head was fresh."
Father Francisco seemed to have become insane.

"The police started throwing people in there because they are stupid. And most of the people they threw in died, but some of them found it. Do you know the kind of foulness that reaches us here? The shit from all the houses, all the filth from the sewers, everything! Layers and layers of filth to keep it dead or asleep. It’s the same thing, I believe sleep and death are the same thing. And it worked, until people started to do the unthinkable: they swam under the black water. And they woke the thing up. Do you know what Emanuel means? It means ‘God is with us.’ The problem is, what God are we talking about?”  He grabbed her fun and shot himself.

Outside the church, there was a procession. "She ran between the precarious houses, through labyrinthine alleys, searching for the embankment, the shore, trying to ignore the fact that the black water seemed agitated, because it couldn’t be, because that water didn’t breathe, the water was dead, it couldn’t kiss the banks with waves, it couldn’t be ruffled by the wind, it couldn’t have those eddies or the current or that swelling, how could there be a swelling when the water was stagnant? Marina ran toward the bridge and didn’t look back and she covered her ears with her bloody hands to block out the noise of the drums."


Green Red Orange

A young man, Marco, locked himself up in his room and refused to see even his own mother living in the same house who brought him food and left it outside his door everyday.
Marco is a hacker. The narrator had never seen him, but connected with Marco through online chat program. Marco's online status, either a green or red or orange dot, is the indication of Marco's existence. Marco talked to the narrator about the deep web where sinister and illegal activities are promoted.  Marco wanted to probe into the The Real Rape Community. "They have no rules. They starve kids to death. They force them to have sex with animals. who kicks them. Then they rape her until they kill her. The video of the torture is for sale, and so is an archive of her screams that don’t sound like anything human and are unforgettable. And I want to learn about the RRC,” he says.
“Today I read an article about people like you,” I wrote to him one morning at dawn. “You’re a hikikomori. You know about them, right? They’re Japanese people who lock themselves in their rooms and their families support them. They don’t have any mental problems, it’s just that things are unbearable for them: the pressure of university, having a social life, those kinds of things. Their parents never kick them out. It’s an epidemic in Japan. It almost doesn’t exist in other countries. Sometimes they come out, especially at night, alone. To find food, for example. They don’t make their mothers cook for them like you do.”
The narrator was in contact with Marco's mother. The narrator thinks that when Marco stopped talking to her online , she would lie to his mother that she and Marco are still talking online.


Things We Lost in the Fire

A woman who had been burned and disfigured appeared regularly in the subway to beg for money to survive. She would tell the story of how her husband burnt her and claimed that she did it herself. The husband was convicted only after she recovered sufficiently to tell that it was her husband who tried to murder her. She would touch and kiss other passengers in the subway. SOme passengers would leave the subway to avoid her.

There were other women mentioned in the story with similar encounter. At first, the men were burning the wife or girlfriend to control or punish them. Later, the women decided to burn themselves to make a statement. When all women are burnt and scarred and ugly, there would be no pretty women for the men to desire.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Book Review : Ministry of Moral Panic by Amanda Lee Koe

Review of Ministry of Moral Panic by Amanda Lee Koe

“It’s important to live for yourself. To know life.”, Jenny instructed Alice in the tale Alice, You Must Be the Fulcrum of Your Own Universe, the story with the longest title in Ministry of Moral Panic. “You don’t have to be afraid to give, because we are always in a process of becoming.” These two statements, I feel, sum up the premise of the collection of fourteen stories by Amanda Lee Koe. The characters seek love to live. They give love, they dare to become, even if their becoming would be frowned upon. In the process they toughen up, and they (mostly) continue with hope.

So Jenny, a woman in her sixties, and in her nude pantyhose and cream pumps and apricot dress, salmon lipstick, always trying something new, something she’s never done before, admitted to Jenny, a young art student, “I think I’m a little in love with you. It isn’t your fault.” But neither was it Jenny’s fault to pursue joy and vitality through love. “We let ourselves get into the habit of the grind, we let the grind wear us down”, drawing a sharp contrast between Jenny and the narrator in Love Is No Big Truth.  The latter suffered in silence and dutifully fulfilled the gender and role expectation on her until the mistress brought home by her husband ate the food she cooked and drank from the cup of her daughter.  After her husband died and her daughter moved out, she felt an incredible elation course through her body. Loneliness is freedom. She declared that there is no such thing as “I cannot live without you; you cannot live without me.”  

In all stories, the protagonists find and lose or discard love, none with a happy ending. It is a woeful reminder that love relationships are challenging, and perhaps doomed between two persons from different geographical, social or cultural background, or of sexual orientation not considered the acceptable norms. For example, in Flamingo Valley, a rich Chinese girl and a Malay guitarist separated after he was beaten up by a similarly wealthy Chinese love rival. In The Ballad of Arlene & Nelly, Arlene has been obsessively in love with Nelly for years, and both could finally live together after Nelly’s divorce, but the happy times did not last.

Lest the readers think that there is only a narrow focus on love and emotion, Amanda Lee Koe does portrays other social phenomenon, and I question the value of art through the curator’s interview with the artist in Carousel & Fort, ponder on self-cutting disorder in Chick. In The King of Caldecott Hill, the protagonist idolized the King, but was more able to thrive by carrying her delusions through her life.  Even if some characters need some made belief and illusion in their realities, they have lived for themselves.


Amanda Lee Koe succeeds in depicting the emotional struggle of characters coping with situations that challenge the ministry or institution of social norms, cultural formations and moral standards instilled through education, religion and social interaction.  

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Soledad: An Honorable Pact with Solitude?

Published in Hong Kong Dance Journal on 5th February 2016

http://www.dancejournalhk.com/#!Eng-Soledad-An-Honorable-Pact-with-Solitude/cjds/56af12470cf2dc1600db2345


.    Peter Suart in Soledad by Helen Lai
Photo provider: City Contemporary Dance Company


Soledad, the Spanish word for solitude, is the title of Helen Lai’s latest dance theatre work. It was inspired by Colombian writer Gabriel García Márquez’ novelOne Hundred Years of Solitude. The novel depicts the rise and fall of the imaginary town of Macondo told through seven generations of the Buendía family. Lai choreographed and directed Soledad while collaborator Peter Suart composed and recorded the music and designed the sets. In his role as Melquíades, the gypsy turned into a ubiquitous Buendía household phantom, Suart also recites poems throughout the dance that he wrote in response to Márquez’s novel.Soledad portrays selective scenes and characters from the novel rather than attempting to cover the whole story, an impossible feat to accomplish in the normal time span of a theatrical performance.



1.    Peter Suart in Soledad by Helen Lai
Photo provider: City Contemporary Dance Company


Soledad, the Spanish word for solitude, is the title of Helen Lai’s latest dance theatre work. It was inspired by Colombian writer Gabriel García Márquez’ novelOne Hundred Years of Solitude. The novel depicts the rise and fall of the imaginary town of Macondo told through seven generations of the Buendía family. Lai choreographed and directed Soledad while collaborator Peter Suart composed and recorded the music and designed the sets. In his role as Melquíades, the gypsy turned into a ubiquitous Buendía household phantom, Suart also recites poems throughout the dance that he wrote in response to Márquez’s novel.Soledad portrays selective scenes and characters from the novel rather than attempting to cover the whole story, an impossible feat to accomplish in the normal time span of a theatrical performance.

The stage design for Soledad is one of simplicity and elegance. Throughout, a ship is represented at upstage left. Perhaps it depicts the galleon the first Buendía and his kin stumbled upon when searching for dry land in the vast swampy jungle. Stuart’s “Melquíades’ Key” and the soulful music of the accordion conjure up the ghostly passengers and crew of the ship who witnessed other towns and families during their dangerous voyage. At the beginning of the dance, there are two piles of sand, one upstage right, the other downstage left. A dancer appears with a shovel and digs at the sand, possibly signifying the building of the town of Macondo and presaging its eventual demise – sand an unsuitable foundation. Later, more than a dozen wooden chairs form a row where the whole cast sits as Úrsula, wife of the first Buendía portrayed by Qiao Yang, places her hands on each, touching each of them in turn. In a later scene, the chairs are stacked at upstage right, maybe representing barricades used in a riot or revolution. With few props, each carrying multiple meanings, the stage is mostly bare with plenty of space for the dancers.


The various duets are packed with sensuality and passion, the movements beautifully designed to convey the different states of romance and sexual relationship of the generations of Buendía lovers. A duet of male dancers is captivating too in the portrayal of affection, comradeship, and betrayal.  The solo dances also depict significant moments from the novel, notably Amaranta with a black bandage on her lower arm, with Rebeca watching her, and Remedios the Beauty engulfed by white sheets supplemented with a video projection of her ascent to heaven, Rebeca eating earth during crisis, and the physical battle and emotional struggle of Colonel Aureliano Buendía. One memorable ensemble section is of the generations of Buendía that starts with a couple followed by one or two dancers rapidly joining in succession to show the proliferation of the family and going through the motions of gathering together for a family portrait. Another ensemble piece represents a battlefield with the dancers scampering, crawling, running, and falling. The most enticing scene, which I will call the umbrella scene, portrays the implausible event of a never-ending rain that incessantly floods Macondo. With the dancers shouting in Cantonese “four years, eleven months, and two days”, opening and closing golden umbrellas in unison, huddling and drawing apart under the rain, the revolution depicted in the novel, as show in the dance, resonates in the hearts and collective memory of Hong Kong audiences.   

The house program introduces each scene by using passages from the novel. My title also borrows from the novel - “Colonel Aureliano Buendía could understand only that the secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.” Lai’s Soledad may not have seemed rich in solitary sentiments, unless we concede that emotion is felt within oneself, in solitude, then most theatrical performances convey solitude. Alone or in good company, those in the audience were able to witness, in their solitude, this energetic and soulful dance to the lively and mournful beat of Latin American music that ends with the lonesome figure of Melquíades discarding page after page of his manuscript.

Joining a theatre production

I went for an audition, and I got a role. The whole cast ( I am not sure because I was late, so I miss any announcement on whether anyone is reading a role not assigned to him or her )  gathered for a reading of the play text. There are actually actress around my age group.  Most of them read very well. I am quite excited with the coming rehearsals.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Schiller

Introduction to Don Carlos by Nicholas Dromgoole

Friedrich Schiller was born in 1759 and died in 1805. Although a late arrival and younger than most, Schiller was a leading spirit in the movement known as Sturm und Drang that was a forerunner, a precursor of what was to grow at the turn of the century into a fully fledged Romantic Movement - Rebellion - Revolution, whatever its various historians have called it. Most of the main themes of Romanticism can be found alive and kicking in Sturm und Drang: the emphasis on the individual and individual freedom, a political idealism, the crucial importance of creative imagination, a subjective Rousseau-esque response to nature, the new attention paid to feeling and sensibility, the use of symbolic imagery, the championing of Shakespearean freedom in dramatic writing, as opposed to the dramatic unities, and scurrying back down the corridors of time to find themes for plays in distant epochs and other cultures.
This involved the first serious attempt at some kind of historical realism in stage settings and costumes. Sturm und Drang took its name from the title of a play by Klinger. Its leading spirit was Goethe from 1771-78 who greatly influenced the younger disciples around him - J H R Lenz, H L Wagner, F Muller and F M Klinger. Schiller's work from 1780 - 1785 was a later flowering from the same stem.

To talk of Germany, even in 1805, is misleading. The Holy Roman Empire consisted of a patchwork quilt of little independent states, kingdoms, dukedoms, fiefdoms, each supporting a Court and local aristocracy, depending as it had since feudal times on a labouring peasant class. Yet the increasing efficiency of the educational system was producing a talented middle class for which there were very few jobs, very little chance of status and position. This created a growing social tension which was only gradually resolved as industrialisation and increasingprosperity in the later nineteenth century absorbed and greatly increased the new middle class. In the 1760's it looked as though there was nowhere for this upstart middle class to go. They depended pathetically on the patronage of the aristocrats, particularly on the local ruler.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Seneca

Peter Brook's comment on Seneca

Seneca's play has no external action whatsoever ... It takes place nowhere, the people are not people, and the vivid action, as it moves through the verbal images, leaps forward and back with the technique of cinema and with a freedom beyond film. So this is theatre liberated from scenery, liberated from costume, liberated from stage moves, gestures and business.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

On the Sublime

Sublimity is a kind of eminence or excellence of discourse. It is not an essential property of language but rather makes itself known by the effect it produces, and that effect is one of ravishment.
Whatever knocks the reader out is sublime.
Sublime language disrupts everyday consciousness.
It is great writing that takes the readers out of himself. It tears everything up like a whirlwind, and exhibits the orator's whole power at a single blow.
The sublime produces ecstasy rather than persuasion in the hearer. This combination of wonder and astonishment always proves superior to the merely persuasive and pleasant. Persuasion is on the whole something we can control, whereas amazement and wonder exert invincible power and force and get the better of every hearer.
"Hypsous" is the state of transport and exaltation. The moment of hypsous becomes a struggle for dominance between opposing forces. The sublime not only produces an identification between speaker and audience but entails a modification in relations of power between the parties involved, and the diversity of ways in which such modifications may be conceptualized is at the heart of critical debates regarding the sublime.

Discourse in the Peri Hypsous (on Great Writing) is a power struggle.
The Longinian sublime appears in a climate of antagonism, as rivalry between authors.

For Longinus, who believes that "sublimity will be achieved if we consistently select the most important of those inherent features and learn to organize them as a unity by combining one with another, the ability "to select and organize material" is one of the factors that "can make our writing sublime".