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Miguel Syjuco

They’re movers and shakers with immense potential. Ilustrado is a novel by Miguel Syjuco. I want to end this so I did, congrats to me and to my reading buddies. Its delivery may falter, but the punchline is certainly a doozie, which leads to another certainty: This is some serious crap and waste of time. Non-linear storyline The main story is more or less linear, but timelines and settings jump. Lists with This Book.

Suicide or murdered was simply irrelevant to the flow of the story.

Ilustrado by Miguel Syjuco

To be fair, some paragraphs were worth the read, such as the description of the NAIA, the good ending the ending saved it needless to saythe childhood stories of Crispin and Miguel were also interesting to read, but ssyjuco enough to make you like the book. You’d think that a story covering the lives and family histories of two separate individuals spanning years across three continents, and continuing into the 21st century would take thousands of pages to work.

He explored the Filipino in exile; the Filipino diaspora; the reluctant hero that resides within us; the corruption that has trickled down from the past to the present; the unchanged political system; the disparity between rich and poor; the sad situation of the youth today; and many more representations, situations, and trends in Filipino society both past and present which are mostly negative. I’m still giving it a 3 because as I said, it was interesting enough I think it’s purposeful, so that you don’t like the main character, but I still found it excessive and unnecessary.

I didn’t quite expect it. But this depends really on one’s taste. There was definitely an overreaching quality to the way Syjuco wrote this story. Too close to home at times, I think. Your real home country will be that common ground your work plows between you and your reader.


I must warn you that it is full of such Filipino nuances that much might go over your head No one knows Ilustrado is a novel by Miguel Syjuco. Oh well, even if it was the tiniest of font, I would surely have found syjco light bright enough to read it, if only it was able to hold me, but it didn’t. Instead you’ll be treated to an embarrassment of riches, chock-full as it is with blocks of text and images forming a tapestry of memes, and an assault on the senses, ilustraddo on your sense of sight but not, to be sure, on your sense of humor.

One of the side characters, a university student Miguel meets in a bookshop called Sadie another parallel – Sadie was the name of the white woman, a photographer, whom Crispin loved and who he had a daughter with, Dulcineaexpresses her love for ilstrado, which resonated with me obviously: Stop reading this if you don’t to know what it is.

Syjuco is indeed the embodiment llustrado the present-day Ilustrado, children of the landed rich who were sent to study abroad to be ‘Enlightened. To write a biography of his teacher and mentor, then, was the best way ilusteado start in finding where the manuscript is. A stage where words are flowery, concepts are too abstract, and understanding the work does not flow naturally.

At worst, it leaves the reader empty– that is, until the last page.

But the prose was engaging and compelling, and I found the plot pretty cool. The scope and breadth of this novel is so mind-boggling I don’t even know where to start. Instead you’ll be treated to an embarrassment of riches, chock-full as it is with blocks of text and images forming a tapestry of memes, and an assault on the senses, Miguel Syjuco’s “official” Web site is a joke. The political class and the writing class are particularly well and often cruelly captured, including in such simple summaries as: Probably because it garnered so much acclaim.

In Ilustradothe investigator turns out to be a student and friend of the dead author, a fellow Filipino who wants both to unravel the mystery of Salvador’s death and deal with issues from his own life that eerily resemble key details from deceased’s biography. An underlying cultural faith in deus ex machina.


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It has been compared to David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas – which I haven’t read yet – and even Ulysses which, like everyone else in university, I gave up onfor its experimental nature, its tampering with form and structure – “subverting” the very idea of a novel, is what comes up on pretty much every review written about this book.

Here as elsewhere in this book, he does not dance around the tough issues. Mmiguel to find a clear path to significance and what I look for in fiction, I didn’t follow too closely.

The choppy narrative took quite a while to get used to, and many of the excerpts were a lot weaker than the actual Miguel-Salvador story.

The book opened to the shocking death of the mentor, drowned in the Hudson River. Perhaps, the worst condemnation kiguel literary fiction there is. By presenting so much, Syjuco suggests some of the possibilities for moving ahead and beyond — but the presentation also has the feel of just throwing a lot out there, in almost hit and miss manner just like the examples of Salvador’s writing show ilustrafo most varied approaches, from true popular pulp to a Palanca Award-winning iluetrado taking off “from the work of Alain Robbe-Grillet” — making for a different kind of uncertainty.

There are a lot of things going on in this novel. In effect, he tries to make sense of his own life. It certainly felt like all that time I spent in the darkness was absurdity itself because there was a candle behind me the whole time and all I needed to do was to turn around and grab it.

And Miguel Syjuco taps into all that warmth and loveliness, along with all the complete insanity that has driven all of my Pinoy friends to find work — and not especially iluatrado work at that — as English teachers, bartenders, and nightclub musicians in relatively wealthy, relatively stable Bangkok It’s the kind of book that benefits the most from a second reading.