|Carlos Bulosan (Image Source)|
You see, a neighbor got three fighting cocks and his son, though grown and a father himself, is fast learning the trade. Both of them spend their Sundays grooming the animals than grooming their kids. A relative whose six-year old son is growing up in not-so-ideal (I’m being polite at best) surroundings is called a master of the cockpit because, at his young age, he knows how to pick up a cock without a hint of reluctance, memorizes the cockfighting terms like the back of his hand, and spends more time at the cockpit than at home playing with other children or learning his letters. A taxi driver whose vehicle I have ridden several nights ago kept grumbling over the loss of nine of his fighting cocks (and I was like, how in the world could he afford them? Cockfighting must be a terribly good business!) after these were allegedly stolen by his new neighbors who came from the slums.
Such are some anecdotes of my life that caused me to raise an eyebrow each time I see a fighting cock (believe it or not, there are a lot of them all over the neighborhood!) or pass by a cockpit. What’s yours? Unsurprisingly, Bulosan’s My Father’s Tragedy garnered a similar automated response from me when I learned that the father in the story is into cock fighting; the title never hinted it at all!
The story, written in first person, starts with a famine that drives farm-dependent families to poverty and hunger, including that of the narrator, a son. His mother and sister find ways and means to put food on the table. His father looks like a hopeless case, constantly exercising his fighting cock and dreaming his time away. Once, he even teaches the son how to make the animal stronger and ready for a fight. Then the father draws up a strategy that will put the family out of poverty. The build-up is so smartly done that after reading it, I did not quite know what hit me. The title of this short story hinted a tragedy, and there is, but you will have to found that out for yourself.
You can read the story HERE.
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I think My Father’s Tragedy is a good soft start to learning more about Carlos Bulosan, a satirist, unionist, poet, fictionist, essayist-journalist, born in Pangasinan, Philippines in Nov. 24, 1914. He is the fifth of eight children of a poor hardworking peasant couple.
Three Saturdays ago, I had an accident of reading first two of his serious short fiction, “Life and Death of a Filipino in America” and “Be American”, which gave me a maddening roller-coaster of emotions--disgust, sad, pity, enlightening, shocking, frustrating, but mostly sad. So I shut the book, returned it to the shelf, and walked out of the library, quite aghast by Bulosan’s pictures in words. I will write more about Bulosan’s works in another post (that is, when I have the guts to face another roller-coaster ride).
For now, let us enjoy a little chuckle and reflect on a small dose of reality. My Father’s Tragedy is a recommended story.
- Nancy -
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