Showing posts with label Bookstore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bookstore. Show all posts

Friday, 28 July 2017

Too much Rosenberg?

I realized I didn't make it on time to repost a lot of blog entries before my apparently favourite blogsite - blog.com - went down. I particularly feel bad that I wasn't able to repost entries about The Copper Scroll and Dead Heat, the last two books in the The Last Jihad series by Joel C. Rosenberg. Or maybe I haven't really written anything about these two books. Then I'd have to wait until I read them again, because I already finished reading The Ezekiel Option a second time last July 19, Wednesday.

I've grown fond of Rosenberg's novels as well as a lot of characters in his works. Obviously, I already finished the Jihad series. I've also read The Twelfth Imam and yet to read the next two sequels. 

Then there's the J.B. Collins novels - The Third Target and The First Hostage - which I've just recently started. I'll just take a short break but I will soon buy a copy of Without Warning.

The last scenes from The Third Target were so compelling that I kind of vowed to look for and get a hold of The First Hostage. I literally went to a lot of BookSale branches, mostly in Makati, looking for it but I found one in SM Megamall. Very thankful, because my search had finally come to an end and because I couldn't remember other BookSale branch anymore.

Much to my surprise, I was able to finish reading The First Hostage - all 430 pages - within 24 hours, complete with sleep and all forms of break from reading. It's the first since forever.

Novels are not the only books Mr. Rosenberg write. He's also written non-fictions, two of which I have - Epicenter and Inside the Revolution, which I am yet to finish reading.

Friday, 21 August 2015

12 Years a Slave

I was in Power Books at Greenbelt when I thought of buying a classic work. Instead of a typical novel, I decided to go for 12 Years a Slave, an autobiography of Solomon Northup, a free but coloured man who was abducted and sold into slavery. He was born free but suffered the unfortunate fate of some of his fellows. Thankfully, and praise God for that, Northup did not die a slave. He was able to reclaim his freedom and be united with his family albeit after 12 years.

What made me buy this book was my now interest in biographies. I've already bought a few at least a year ago but I haven't really made it a personal interest to collect some, not even a few. I went for 12 Years a Slave because it's an actual account of someone who was made a slave. He was not just a slave, though only for a period of time, but he was an outsider who experienced slavery. His view of the system was obviously different because he was not born into it but was fully treated as if he was.

I remember crying hard, not just once nor twice, when I read Solomon's story. 12 Years a Slave is heart-breaking. I can only imagine what it was really like. We should thank the great men and women who did their part to put a stop into this wicked practice.

I could say Northup bore the experience of slavery "for us." In our time and generation, I believe we can't appreciate the system. We may, and will definitely, raise a brow seeing men brutally hurt by their masters nowadays. But what was it like for the masters back then? How on earth could they dare and stand to hurt a human being to the point of almost death? Why would they treat and consider another human a mere property no less than a farm animal? And for what? Because they were born black? A negro? Who started that wicked thought?

Back then, slavery was a norm. It was legal and perceived as natural as purchasing anything. But how the masters treated their slaves was another story. Having servants may have been mentioned in the Bible more than a dozen times but some seemed to have forgotten that God also cares for the slaves, basically anyone who is maltreated and oppressed by their masters and the society. We were taught or told that rampant sexual immorality caused God to fire sulfur at Sodom and Gomorrah, but only few realized that it was not the only reason. Too much wickedness abound in both cities. Cries of oppression reached the heavens. There was too much injustice in Sodom and Gomorrah.

There was a day, while I was still reading this book, when I got so upset with our driver that I wanted to call him and tell him words that were not nice. I was so upset because he did something wrong and cost me. Then I remembered 12 Years a Slave and those wicked masters mentioned by Northup. What makes me different then? Of course I couldn't and wouldn't whip our driver but my words, those I intended to lash him with, would probably have had the same effect. I grieved that such wicked intent came into me.

"A man with a particle of mercy in his soul would have not beaten even a dog so cruelly." This is my favourite quote from the book. Today, we grieve the death of an animal but back then a slave beaten to death would be justified because of the slave's disobedience. It's hard to grasp. Perhaps.

I looked into today's, our time's, society. How do we treat people with lower economic status or lower social rank than us. The latter, I dare say, is absurd. But yes, how do we treat our house helpers if we have one? How about our drivers? And those utility workers in our company?

How Solomon recalled his story was very impressive. He was obviously an educated man. His accounts also showed that he was not discriminate for he did not withhold the good characters of his master William Ford. He even understood why some people even young ones were indifferent to the slavery system. And yet, Samuel Bass was spot on when he asked, "Is everything right because the law allows it?"

I quote in chapter 18, when Solomon was referring to his master's son of ten or twelve years of age. "The child is father to the man," and with such training, whatever may be his natural disposition, it cannot well be otherwise than that, on arriving at maturity, the sufferings and miseries of the slave will be looked upon with entire indifference. The influence of the iniquitous system necessarily fosters an unfeeling and cruel spirit, even in the bosoms of those who, among their equals, are regarded as humane and generous." And I totally agree to that. They thought and believed that slavery was ok and that they could do whatever they want to their slave, whom they considered a property. And yet they have forgotten mercy. Showing none will grant them none.

We should all remember that the day will come for the prayers of the slaves to be answered. A time will come for justice and judgment. It will be "a terrible day of vengeance when the master in his turn will cry in vain for mercy."


Friday, 14 August 2015

Going Back Yesterday

So I got stuck at home today. Wasn't feeling fine. Call it malady whatsoever (I just want to use the word actually) or simply body malaise. Nausea, which has been on and off for days, and stomachache. I had to rest a bit which got extended. It's like Solo's five minutes.

Speaking of Solo, I feel like watching the film - The Man from UNLCE - again. If only it won't cost me another P170 and about 2 hours, fine I would. I watched it last night at Robinsons Place Antipolo. I kind of had to watch a movie after shopping for some toiletries and undergarments. I actually had to force myself to shop for undergarments, and for some shirts but this was days ago. Hashtag needs.

Heading to a bookstore's warehouse because it's on sale was another thing though. There was just no need to force or push me to bother the tour. I'm talking about going to National Bookstore in Quezon Avenue yester lunch. I wasn't able to buy a book though because the line was just competing with infinity. I don't even remember seeing the last person in line. The warehouse itself was congested. And it was just the first day.

Had I went to a nail salon or the like, my day yesterday would've been a complete pamper day. From bookstore window shopping to undergarments shopping and movie watching. It was quite epic. I even got to do laundry (minus the jeans) when I got home.

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