I first read Frank Stanford and an exerpt from The Battlefield when I purchased the Before Columbus Foundation American Book Award Anthology. I was immediately captured by the immense narrative form that I found. I later bought The Light the Dead See and was amazed yet again. Upon finally getting my hands on this book I can say without a doubt that I am in love with the words of Frank Stanford.
The new edition is not 542 pages long, but this is a result of the enlarged book format that the publishers chose. However, the poem is a single, 15,000+ line stanza of poetry that can seem most daunting any way you look at it. What got me going is my anticipation. I just dove into the book and didn't look back.
Within the narrative, you find Francis, who is an amazing guide through a rural, Southern landscape, filled with adventure and figurative language that at times cause me to catch my breath. Francis narrates from both an observational and personal point of view, and it is up to the reader to catch up with him. At times he is telling you what happened to him, what he heard about someone else, what he was/is dreaming, and what he plans on doing.
The text is full of allusions and references to other epic stories. Francis and the events and people who surround him culminate with these allusions into an Epic for the modern reader. At times the writing looks too unorganized to be an epic, but this is not the case. I am convinced that Stanford knew what he was doing every single line and word of the way. This truly is poetry with every line a composition in itself.
At every turn of the page there is a new secret, a new wonderful discovery to be found. I urge you to read this book and help to re-discover a lost American poet. I was so impressed, I bought a second copy as a gift and would not hesitate to do so again for the right person.
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Fabozzi and Modigliani take you in complete tour through capital markets. In the early chapters you will find valuable information about financial systems and institutions, about how the primary and secondary markets work, among many other issues.
Then the book explains debt and equity markets, finishing in the later chapters with great explanations on derivatives markets.
Definitely, I made a great investment in buying this book.
Although it's true that his plays can sometimes be crude and sophomoric, there are passages in "The Chickencoop Chinaman" that foretell Mr. Chin's eventual success as an essayist and novelist - particularly in wistful and mournful monologues from the protagonist, in direct address to the audience, about childhood heroes (believing, for example, that The Lone Ranger was certainly Chinese behind that mask), and other dynamic movements that capture, and inspire, a sense of the spirit and discovery that must have permeated the burgeoning Asian-American movement of the 1970s.
"The Year Of The Dragon", conversely, is more typically a real "play", structurally conforming with classic American modes of expression. It is a play that takes as its root a thematic question that remains a frequent one with Mr. Chin, in his subsequent and recent novels and essays: the personal, individual reconciliation of Asian heritage with American citizenship (or, as he refers to it, "the identity crisis"). While this is a theme very common in Asian-American literature since 1976, the most interesting thing here is to note the radical difference between the way Mr. Chin represents this issue from, say, the more mainstream work of Amy Tan - in Mr. Chin's view of the world, this "identity crisis" is neither a tragedy, a struggle, nor some curse that is to inevitably befall anyone who dares try being Asian and American at one and the same time; rather, according to Chin, this "identity crisis" is a BIG FAT LIE.
When I first came across this collection, I was a college student, and can you imagine the massive revolution that took place in my mind, through the simple act of reading that assertion? That the Asian-American identity crisis is an invention borne not of the Asian or Asian-American mind, but the institutional white American mind? That being Asian and being American were completely reconcilable states of being, simply by the individual process of a person being cool with that?
It was a revolution to me when I first read it, and one that I sadly feel has been forgotten (or otherwise ignored, toward the end goal of exploiting the romantic, foreign view of a "stranger in a strange land" that marks much of the most popular Asian-American literature of the day). I have a hunch it would be a revolution today, if only people were to come along and listen.
That being said, I do wonder if Mr. Chin is left irreversibly bitter over all of this - if I'm correct, he never wrote another play. And while his essays are excellent, I wonder if he is resigned to being the crazy Uncle of APA literature, always on the fringe and perceived forever as he likes to think of himself, a "literary gangster". It's not a bad gig, for sure, but I can't help wish he approached his work now with the same inventive spirit and sense of abandon as he did when these plays were written. I suppose that's a lot to ask an old man.
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"...an angel with the right hand extended slightly palm open means guardianship of human beings the blood sprinkled upon the doorposts of Egypt was a symbol and.."
tough. tender. tragic rant of the isolated spirit whose lonliness is interrupted by language and the potential of song in a world seemingly made by someone else who doesn't seem to be available.
the trauma of seem.
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