The Nobel academy’s disgrace and another #MeToo movement

By Suresh Pattali

Disgrace.

It’s one of my faves from J M Coetzee, recipient of the 2003 Nobel Prize in Literature and two-time winner of the Man Booker Prize. Revisiting Disgrace at a time when the Swedish Academy is engulfed in a sex abuse scandal was a spooky coincidence. The academy, which has conferred the coveted prize since 1901, including on Coetzee, will not name a laureate. Casting a quick glance at the breaking news on TV — I had a kind of hunch — I returned to the book and reflected on the parallels between the early part of the novel’s plot and the academy’s state of affairs: sex, scandal, sleaze and disgrace. Continue reading The Nobel academy’s disgrace and another #MeToo movement

Songs of grandpa’s vintage are great. But new numbers…

By Keith Pereña

Let me begin by using a cliché most travel writers use — a journey without a smartphone. While I was in the Philippines recently on vacation, I had to, by default, do without my phone. In the excitement of going home for my brother Charles’s graduation, and seeing everyone I love, I forgot to back up my phone. Charles had to hand his phone down to me. So while I did technically have a new phone, it was without apps, and most importantly — without my music.

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Welcome back, Abba, and thank you for the memories

By Allan Jacob

Mama Mia, there she goes again. My daughter’s swaying to Abba, singing along. She’s also humming Money, Money, Money, another memorable number by the group. On my way to work my iPod comes up with I Have a Dream, a favourite of my mom’s. The sitar interludes make it unique, and I wonder why I never caught it in all my years of listening to the group.

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Sad what happend to Boracay, that beautiful, sleepy island

By Suresh Pattali

How could he do that? How dare he shut an island that once upon a time was the best in the world? But it is President Rodrigo Duterte. What Duterte wants, Duterte gets. He is an Asian personification of the American cowboy of the Old West. Like the ones in the American movies we watched growing up in the ’70s. Handy with guns and ready to fire on impulse. “Shut it down, I say,” ordered the incorrigible punisher, after calling the Boracay resort a cesspool, dirtied by tourism-related businesses dumping raw sewage into the ocean. Continue reading Sad what happend to Boracay, that beautiful, sleepy island