I suppose that more than any other question in this course that I have asked myself, the one that has been the most pertinent to me, has been “Who am I?”. Identity seems to have been something most (if not all) the authors and their characters in this class have struggled to define. Whether born in one country and raised in another, raised and born in the same country but discovering that identity can still not be found, or thrown into exile and struggling to define if you are one-thing or another, it almost seems something that immigrants, if not a majority of people, may fight with at one point in their lives or other.
I feel like society today really aims to categorize people, to literally place them in boxes. It seems at times almost an obsession.
Check ONE of the following:
African, Asian, East Asian, Middle-Eastern, Pacific Islander, Caucasian, Hispanic, Latino/Chicano, Native American, Other.
What if a person wants to check more than one box? Are they thus forced to check other? Or what if they don’t want to be identified as an “other”? What if what they identify as isn’t even a box that can be filled? What if they do not want to check a box altogether? Or why is blank space not provided so people can self identify?
This course and its readings and discussions have made me question who I am, and also made me conscious that this is not at all an uncommon question. I was born in the United States, in Seattle. My mother from Indonesia, but her ancestry is Chinese. She sees herself as an American though, even though she doesn’t have her US citizenship. My father was born and raised in Washington, to a Canadian mother and an American father. Combined, he is Native American-Dutch-German-Norwegian-Canadian-Scottish-French. But he identifies as American. And I study in Canada. So what does that make me? An American-Canadian-Indonesian-Native American-Chinese-Dutch-German-Norwegian-Scottish-French-Seattlite (that happens to be studying Spanish)?
Does the order in which people state “what they are” or “who they are matter”?
I choose not to define myself. At least not right now.
What about you?
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
A true story
This book is undoubtedly an autobiography of sorts. Through each of her stories in “and a body to remember with”, Rodriguez, in one shape or form, infuses her own, non-fictional experiences into her fictional characters.
I’ve read this book twice. Once before Max and I interviewed Carmen Rodriguez for our Wikipedia project, and now, two months later. The deeper I delve into this book of short stories, the more I find flickers of Rodriguez’s own life, her own experiences, some an exact parallel to her life but with the altering of names.
I actually realized that I could rebuild Rodriguez’s biography just from phrases in “and a body to remember with”. Here goes…(I don’t know if I can include it all though!)
“I am from Chile…I came twenty years ago with my Chilean husband and my five-year-old daughter” (111). Later, Rodriguez writes that she arrived in Buenos Aires on December 13,1973 (157). She also mentions she lived outside of Chile “until we got the permit to come to Canada as refugees” (157). ------------------Rodriguez left Chile with her husband at the time and their five and six year old daughters. She left Chile on December 15th, 1973, only days after her fictional character did.
In the first story, Rodriguez talks about moving to Canada, and mentions she has two (young) daughters, Natalia and Panchi--------------------in real life, they are Carmen and Alejandra.
In a balanced diet, Rodriguez describes the execution of those close to her---------this also occurred in her life.
She and her husband, in this story, then separated (112). ---------------------------This occurred in Rodriguez’s life.
“When Carmen Rodriguez was told that she could go back to Chile, she was invaded by a mixture of excitement and terror, anxiety and nostalgia” (32). She also mentions, later, “Santiago has become a clean city. As clean as oblivion” (153). -------------------In her interview, Rodriguez told us that she returned many many years later, also mentioning that Chileans, when she came back, were “suffering from Collective Amnesia”, and that the country had changed.
Carmen Rodriguez “was one of those members of the Chilean Resistance to the Pinochet regime” (48). --------------------She spent time doing “underground work of a disclosed type” in Bolivia and Chile, such as seen in “I sing, therefore I am”.
Rodriguez mentions the “hills of Valparaiso” (61), “Macul in the fall, Valdivia river” (129), “her childhood in Valdivia and her life as a university student in Santiago” (121), and in the story “breaking the ice”, mentions the train ride “between Antilhue and Valdivia” (109), and in “bodily yearnings” mentions some of the phantoms of places she grew up “Valdivia river” “Valdivia river boulevard” “Plaza de Armas” (132), “Valparaiso” (152), “Madness of Santiago” (151).------------------ Valdivia and Valparaiso were two places where Carmen spent a majority of her early life. She attended school at the University of Chile in Santiago.
“…the five hundred year anniversary of the foundation of Valdivia, the resistance of the Mapuche”(144)---------Rodriguez actually told the story about the Mapuche and Valdivia to Max and me during the interview.
“My mom, arriving at the Vancouver airport with a huge package in her hands...all the way from Quillota, Chile”(142), “…tell the children about Chile” (144). “Twenty years without her children and grandchildren”(143), “…since I am the only daughter” (145).-----------------This describes Rodriguez’s mother, who visited her family in Canada though she could not speak English. Rodriguez is the only daughter.
“Tony, my Canadian companion” (145)-------------------Rodriguez herself had a “Canadian Companion” by the name of Bob, whom she married and then divorced”.
In “trespass” she alludes that she traveled Canada to spread ( and sing ) her revolutionary thoughts, which she did.
Carmen Rodriguez “concluded that a computer would have been useful to cut and paste, edit, change spaces, times” (54).-----------------This is what she did years later, when she wrote this book.
I think that’s enough! I can’t get through it all.
I’ve read this book twice. Once before Max and I interviewed Carmen Rodriguez for our Wikipedia project, and now, two months later. The deeper I delve into this book of short stories, the more I find flickers of Rodriguez’s own life, her own experiences, some an exact parallel to her life but with the altering of names.
I actually realized that I could rebuild Rodriguez’s biography just from phrases in “and a body to remember with”. Here goes…(I don’t know if I can include it all though!)
“I am from Chile…I came twenty years ago with my Chilean husband and my five-year-old daughter” (111). Later, Rodriguez writes that she arrived in Buenos Aires on December 13,1973 (157). She also mentions she lived outside of Chile “until we got the permit to come to Canada as refugees” (157). ------------------Rodriguez left Chile with her husband at the time and their five and six year old daughters. She left Chile on December 15th, 1973, only days after her fictional character did.
In the first story, Rodriguez talks about moving to Canada, and mentions she has two (young) daughters, Natalia and Panchi--------------------in real life, they are Carmen and Alejandra.
In a balanced diet, Rodriguez describes the execution of those close to her---------this also occurred in her life.
She and her husband, in this story, then separated (112). ---------------------------This occurred in Rodriguez’s life.
“When Carmen Rodriguez was told that she could go back to Chile, she was invaded by a mixture of excitement and terror, anxiety and nostalgia” (32). She also mentions, later, “Santiago has become a clean city. As clean as oblivion” (153). -------------------In her interview, Rodriguez told us that she returned many many years later, also mentioning that Chileans, when she came back, were “suffering from Collective Amnesia”, and that the country had changed.
Carmen Rodriguez “was one of those members of the Chilean Resistance to the Pinochet regime” (48). --------------------She spent time doing “underground work of a disclosed type” in Bolivia and Chile, such as seen in “I sing, therefore I am”.
Rodriguez mentions the “hills of Valparaiso” (61), “Macul in the fall, Valdivia river” (129), “her childhood in Valdivia and her life as a university student in Santiago” (121), and in the story “breaking the ice”, mentions the train ride “between Antilhue and Valdivia” (109), and in “bodily yearnings” mentions some of the phantoms of places she grew up “Valdivia river” “Valdivia river boulevard” “Plaza de Armas” (132), “Valparaiso” (152), “Madness of Santiago” (151).------------------ Valdivia and Valparaiso were two places where Carmen spent a majority of her early life. She attended school at the University of Chile in Santiago.
“…the five hundred year anniversary of the foundation of Valdivia, the resistance of the Mapuche”(144)---------Rodriguez actually told the story about the Mapuche and Valdivia to Max and me during the interview.
“My mom, arriving at the Vancouver airport with a huge package in her hands...all the way from Quillota, Chile”(142), “…tell the children about Chile” (144). “Twenty years without her children and grandchildren”(143), “…since I am the only daughter” (145).-----------------This describes Rodriguez’s mother, who visited her family in Canada though she could not speak English. Rodriguez is the only daughter.
“Tony, my Canadian companion” (145)-------------------Rodriguez herself had a “Canadian Companion” by the name of Bob, whom she married and then divorced”.
In “trespass” she alludes that she traveled Canada to spread ( and sing ) her revolutionary thoughts, which she did.
Carmen Rodriguez “concluded that a computer would have been useful to cut and paste, edit, change spaces, times” (54).-----------------This is what she did years later, when she wrote this book.
I think that’s enough! I can’t get through it all.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Latina Barbie
Is it just me, or are there numerous references to Barbie in the works we have read? Cisneros had Barbie-Q, in “Never Marry a Mexican” (I believe it was that story), the man’s wife was described as a red-haired Barbie, and in Alvarez’s book, in the story “Floor Show”, we see “a dozen dark-haired Barbie dolls dressed like Spanish señoritas…she was a perfect replica...dressed in a long, glittery gown with a pretty tortoise shell comb in her hair…” (183-184), which Sandi eventually uses to “thank” the American Mrs. Fanning.
I guess Barbie dolls have the ability to be the manufactured stars in the eyes of young girls around the world, and I can see their symbolic importance in certain contexts. I used to play with Barbie when I was younger. I remember wanting to have all of her clothes, and I wanted to (unfortunately when I was five) work at Pizza Hut like “Pizza Party Skipper”. I wanted it to be easy to identify myself with a doll, and in a way, play out the mansion-convertible-fifteen-cats life that I did not have. I also always wanted Mattel’s “Hispanic” Barbie with the dark hair “-Theresa (you girls know which one is Theresa!), and I would always settle for Christie, Barbie’s African-American friend. However, I was always less receptive to blonde Barbie. She just was so unlike me. I guess you could say I had “Barbie Syndrome”.
Side Note: Please Wikipedia “Barbie Syndrome”. It is actually quite sick, as is “Ken Syndrome”. Also, if you look into Barbie’s redheaded friend “Midge” on Wikipedia…that is also quite interesting.
Along the lines of this “Barbie Syndrome”, I can see why Alvarez may have put Barbie into Sandi’s recollection of her experience at “El Flamenco”. The dark-haired “Spanish” Barbie seems an interesting connection to Alvarez’s story. Whether or not Sandi usually had a preference for blonde, brunette, or redhead Barbie, she seemed determined to have the dark haired Spanish one at the end of the night. This makes me wonder: did Sandi choose this doll because it resembled her? Or was it because of her Spanish roots? Or was it because the Barbie doll looked nice? Or was it because the “American” (maybe non-Latina looking) Mrs. Fanning, who had already upset Sandi, did NOT resemble this doll that resembled Sandi’s mother, and she was using this doll as a way to express her identification?
I guess Barbie dolls have the ability to be the manufactured stars in the eyes of young girls around the world, and I can see their symbolic importance in certain contexts. I used to play with Barbie when I was younger. I remember wanting to have all of her clothes, and I wanted to (unfortunately when I was five) work at Pizza Hut like “Pizza Party Skipper”. I wanted it to be easy to identify myself with a doll, and in a way, play out the mansion-convertible-fifteen-cats life that I did not have. I also always wanted Mattel’s “Hispanic” Barbie with the dark hair “-Theresa (you girls know which one is Theresa!), and I would always settle for Christie, Barbie’s African-American friend. However, I was always less receptive to blonde Barbie. She just was so unlike me. I guess you could say I had “Barbie Syndrome”.
Side Note: Please Wikipedia “Barbie Syndrome”. It is actually quite sick, as is “Ken Syndrome”. Also, if you look into Barbie’s redheaded friend “Midge” on Wikipedia…that is also quite interesting.
Along the lines of this “Barbie Syndrome”, I can see why Alvarez may have put Barbie into Sandi’s recollection of her experience at “El Flamenco”. The dark-haired “Spanish” Barbie seems an interesting connection to Alvarez’s story. Whether or not Sandi usually had a preference for blonde, brunette, or redhead Barbie, she seemed determined to have the dark haired Spanish one at the end of the night. This makes me wonder: did Sandi choose this doll because it resembled her? Or was it because of her Spanish roots? Or was it because the Barbie doll looked nice? Or was it because the “American” (maybe non-Latina looking) Mrs. Fanning, who had already upset Sandi, did NOT resemble this doll that resembled Sandi’s mother, and she was using this doll as a way to express her identification?
Monday, November 3, 2008
Uprooted and Planted
I am not going to lie, I read this book before this term started, and I am not going to lie, I fell asleep re-reading it last night.
I enjoyed this book the first time I read it, and I am enjoying it the second time around as well. Alvarez's words are fluid, but also strong. For me, this is my favorite work so far. I like that it is both fragmented and connected at the same time, with each sister's experiences and amount of adaptation and assimilation being different though their core-experiences remain inter-twined.
Alvarez's reverse chronological order also makes sense to me. It is as if each character speaks to their situation now, and then looks back and reminisces to their past in relation to who they are now and how their past molded and influenced them. This almost makes you think, in these snips of narration, what made Sandra-Yolanda-Sofia-Carla act the way they do in this passage?
I find a profoundly large gap between what I see as the "north-American" importance of family and the Latin-American one. I grew up in the US, and yes I love my family, and I also respect my elders. My three siblings and I do talk, we keep in touch, and we joke and share memories, but I still feel that this is to such a minor extent compared to the Garcia girls. "We took turns being the wildest.First one, then another of us would confess our sins on vacation nights after the parents went to bed, and we had double-checked the hall" (85). The closeness of family and their importance through good and bad times really astounded me and left me in awe. It made me pine for my own family being like that.
Perhaps, however, the sisters were so close because they were uprooted,imported, and planted into foreign soil. I guess I would also stick with those and to those who had something in common with me, who understood me and the way I acted. And in many cases, this would be your family. It really makes me wonder...
if I would have moved to another country at a young age, would my siblings and I be any closer than we are today? Or is it just "the culture" I was raised in?
I enjoyed this book the first time I read it, and I am enjoying it the second time around as well. Alvarez's words are fluid, but also strong. For me, this is my favorite work so far. I like that it is both fragmented and connected at the same time, with each sister's experiences and amount of adaptation and assimilation being different though their core-experiences remain inter-twined.
Alvarez's reverse chronological order also makes sense to me. It is as if each character speaks to their situation now, and then looks back and reminisces to their past in relation to who they are now and how their past molded and influenced them. This almost makes you think, in these snips of narration, what made Sandra-Yolanda-Sofia-Carla act the way they do in this passage?
I find a profoundly large gap between what I see as the "north-American" importance of family and the Latin-American one. I grew up in the US, and yes I love my family, and I also respect my elders. My three siblings and I do talk, we keep in touch, and we joke and share memories, but I still feel that this is to such a minor extent compared to the Garcia girls. "We took turns being the wildest.First one, then another of us would confess our sins on vacation nights after the parents went to bed, and we had double-checked the hall" (85). The closeness of family and their importance through good and bad times really astounded me and left me in awe. It made me pine for my own family being like that.
Perhaps, however, the sisters were so close because they were uprooted,imported, and planted into foreign soil. I guess I would also stick with those and to those who had something in common with me, who understood me and the way I acted. And in many cases, this would be your family. It really makes me wonder...
if I would have moved to another country at a young age, would my siblings and I be any closer than we are today? Or is it just "the culture" I was raised in?
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