Jay
I'm not considerably keen on how Viajero juxtaposes its national confusion of the Philippines with essences of misogyny. Oh well, I feel that Viajero carries itself as something more insufferable than profound; lackadaisical than evocative. Such a piece is too eager for anyone's liking, and I suppose FSJ's style of projecting his worldview into a wandering traveler only proves potent when he finally winds up in the Philippines–a grueling 250 pages in!
If anything, this is how the book reveals itself to be: a displaced Filipino whose curiosities in various parts of the world can be amounted to escapades with women, of whom the plot is materially driven forward without end, and then sloppily inserts sentiments about the fragmented Filipino identity somewhere. (That quibble against Lino Brocka was not cool, btw!)
I'm not considerably keen on how Viajero juxtaposes its national confusion of the Philippines with essences of misogyny. Oh well, I feel that Viajero carries itself as something more insufferable than profound; lackadaisical than evocative. Such a piece is too eager for anyone's liking, and I suppose FSJ's style of projecting his worldview into a wandering traveler only proves potent when he finally winds up in the Philippines–a grueling 250 pages in!
If anything, this is how the book reveals itself to be: a displaced Filipino whose curiosities in various parts of the world can be amounted to escapades with women, of whom the plot is materially driven forward without end, and then sloppily inserts sentiments about the fragmented Filipino identity somewhere. (That quibble against Lino Brocka was not cool, btw!)