To say that this book affected me is an understatement. It not only affected, not merely touched me. It spoke to me, pierced me, beckoned me and stirred my very being. Arlene J. Chai's lyrical novel of self discovery and revolution is one that would affect any human being. More so as a Filipino, more so as a student of the State University, more so as a student activist, more so as a student activist searching for himself. It was as if this book was written for me, as if I was meant to pick it up one evening at my local bookstore. From the words of the narrator, Clara, herself "So if there is a message to be found in this tale, it is this: there is a sense... a plan behind everything that happens." To tell you the truth, I have never been a fan of this belief in destiny, that everything happens for a reason. That belief that your life has been laid out before you and that all you needed to do is to live it. I have always viewed that people use destiny as a scapegoat to absolve them the guilt of their faults and incompetence. So that they can rest their heads thinking that there was nothing they could do about it, it was meant to be. Destiny. When in reality it was their choice, their own incompetence and mistakes that led to their downfall. Well, I believe that we make our own paths, blaze our own trails, based on the choices we make. Destiny doesn't dictate our lives, we dictate our destiny. Sorry, I digress. I do feel strongly about these things. Haha. Somehow though, this book with all its magical realism made me want to believe. I guess this can be attributed to the talents of Ms. Chai. She is a spellbinding story teller. She writes with a personal tone that draws you in, as if you are listening to a close friend or a family member share a secret. Her words are highlighted by a sense of soothing sensitivity and a sensation of charming enticement. This being my first Filipino contemporary novel, I am not disappointed.
There are two main themes in this book. The first being self discovery, while the second is nationalism. Let me ramble on about self discovery first. This has always been an important matter to me. Not in the sense of "Who am I?", more in the sense of "What do I want with my life?" I believe that this is there at the top of Maslowe's hierarchy of needs. (Is it? No?) I will get back on to this later. I am there at the crucial stages of my life that would determine the road I will tread for the rest of it. I don't wish for a grand destiny. I just want to make the right decisions. Damn. Why is this review getting all personal? Told you this book is affecting. Anyway, the narrator and protagonist, Clara, is a young reporter without a history. She was an orphan raised by nuns who never knew her parents. A certain event though, would give her answers to her questions. Though it is very cliche, I have taken from this book that self-discovery is parallel to relationships. When one learns of one's self, one learns of others. You see, when you do not know who you are, you are only focused on finding things out for yourself. When you finally discover yourself, only then do you have enough attention to give to others.
“The vision one holds of one's life is so limited, reduced in scope to a moment, so that each person can make choices only within that narrowed reality.”
I have broached earlier on the subject of our decisions dictating our lives. The excerpt above really spoke to me. This made me realize that our destiny is not entirely upon our hands. There are forces beyond our control that affect our lives. "Now things are moving in a direction I can no longer foresee or plan for. I started out in control. Then the thing took a life of its own. Now I am simply reacting. Choosing the best of the options available to me." I stated earlier that Destiny doesn't dictate our lives, we dictate our destiny. I was naive. Yes the first part is still true, but the second. Well, I would say that we react to what life hurls at us. It is like a game. We control ourselves, but there are things around us we do not control that have adverse effects on our lives.
I have been rambling on for an eternity. Forgive me, but I should still like to dwell on nationalism. The setting of the story is eerily similar to that of 1970-80s Philippines when a dictator named Ferdinand Marcos ruled our country. Luis Bayani, an important character in the story is a student leader activist that would leave a strong nationalistic influence to Clara. He is from a well to do family but his eyes are opened when he experiences going to the Smoky Mountain. A dump site of trash and rubbish that has grown in size that it resembled a mountain. There is an entire community living there scavenging for things to recycle and sell. I would like to tell you that this place is fictional, that it does not exist. But sadly, there is such a place in the Philippines. A place where poverty is to the utter extreme that the saying "One man's trash is another man's treasure." becomes rather too literal. And sometimes when I think about these things, I hate myself for giving importance to trivial things like self-discovery, when there are these people who haven't even gotten past the first stage of Maslowe's pyramid. It is then that the activist in me awakens. It is intriguing that Arlene Chai was able to incorporate two things that often negate each other, love for self and love for country, and seamlessly weaved them together into a multi-layered tale of passion for both. The dictator, maliciously referred to as El Presidente in the novel, is a man drunk with power and extravagant in his dealings. He wastes resources while people suffer and violates even their most basic human rights. This leads to qualms and protests from every sector of the country, most specially the students. This part of the novel is taken from the history books of my country, as we really did overthrow a dictator via a peaceful revolution or demonstration. It will be forever etched in the memories of every Filipino citizen as the day democracy triumphed. Our beloved "People Power" where tens of thousands from every class and creed marched against the tyranny of the unjust ruler. This is not featured in the novel, but the setting and its prelude is carefully established.
The title "Eating Fire and Drinking Water" is actually a reference to the Filipino people as a race that bears too much.
"We are a strange people, Clara. We swallow so much of the injustice, hardship, and cruelty our fellow humans mete out to us. Why, we even have an expression for it:'We can take it.' And we do. We would rather let things go and take all the wrong done to us than do something to correct the situation. Then we find ways to diffuse the crisis. It's like putting out a fire. Only this fire is inside us. In the belly of this country. We can fight fire with water provided that we can get there soon enough. But we often act when it's too late... We learn so slowly. After so many centuries, we're still a people who eat fire and drink water."
"Why bother, then?"
"Because we have to believe that one day we'll learn."
There is this important allegory in the book, the river. I believe that this symbolizes my country. It is a murky, dirty, polluted river filled with human and inhuman wastes, giving of a strong stench. It is even a place where dead people are dumped and hidden.
"Last night my mother dreamed of the river."
"...I discovered that the river had changed. Its waters were so clear, so clear I could see to the very bottom."
"The river kept humming this song. It was calling me. So I climbed over the wall, and the water rose some, lapping at my feet, receding then coming back like a hand beckoning to me. I knelt before the river. I cupped my hands and scooped up some water. I drank it. It was sweet, Clara, the water was so sweet, and it smelled clean and pure, and I thought the world, the whole world was new again. I woke up then, feeling refreshed. I felt reborn."
"I believe in dreams"
My country doesn't have a dictator anymore, but corruption is still very much rampant, injustice is still lurking, and a majority of our citizens are still in a state of extreme poverty. The river is still murky and dirty, but there is progress. Little by little, it is being cleansed. We have a long way to go as a nation, but one day, I hope, Consuela's (Clara's mother) dream will be realized.
I too believe in dreams.