i was yanked into tara bahrampour’s book because of the farsi language. its cadence, its nuances, & decadent descriptiveness is mimicked in my ancestral tongue, bangla, so each italicized word was a shot of home for me. i loved bahrampour’s use of translation & her habit of illustrating farsi words in the text. there’s also [...]
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coming home to farsi
Posted in character, chronology, voice, tagged baba, biracial, identity, immigration, iran, mama, memoir, migration, mixed, multiracial, passport, tara bahrampour, taraneh bahrampour, tehran, woman, women on April 19, 2008 | 1 Comment »
the dark journey home in pham’s _catfish and mandala: a two-wheeled journey through the landscape and memory of vietnam_
Posted in Catfish and Mandala, character, chronology, flashback, poetry, setting, structure, voice, tagged andrew pham, andrew x. pham, bicycle, escape, family, history, hyphen, immigration, journey, memoir, narrator, novel, pham, return, truth, vietnam, vietnamese, vietnamese american on April 5, 2008 | 3 Comments »
andrew x. pham’s backward journey to his roots is a story he tells with acerbic humor, acuity, & humility. he TOLD on his pimpin parents & even asks their forgiveness in his acknowledgements at the end. he better, i thought. talk about losing face!
the big answer to his question of just what set his parents [...]
places left unfinished
Posted in Places Left Unfinished, character, chronology, flashback, setting, voice, tagged ancestry, awesome, biculturality, border, complex, craft, dark, exile, family, flow, fluidity, history, intuition, John Phillip Santos, language, malachite, memoir, mysticism, novel, Places Left Unfinished at the Time of Creation, precision, process, santos, spanish, spirituality, the bomb, timing, translate, translation, wood on February 11, 2008 | 2 Comments »
it’s obvious that Santos is a poet. his use of repetition (“have all the Santos died?”), his precision, & timing make all the stories within this memoir intriguing & engaging. what i loved most about this book is the seamlessness between Santos’ family history & the story of his life. his craft is novel (no pun intended…or maybe [...]