{"product_id":"insurrecto-isbn-9781641290920","title":"Insurrecto","description":"\u003cb\u003e\"A bravura performance.\"—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHistories and personalities collide in this literary tour-de-force about the Philippines’ present and America’s past by the PEN Open Book Award–winning author of \u003ci\u003eGun Dealers’ Daughter\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Two women, a Filipino translator and an American filmmaker, go on a road trip in Duterte’s Philippines, collaborating and clashing in the writing of a film script about a massacre during the Philippine-American War. Chiara is working on a film about an incident in Balangiga, Samar, in 1901, when Filipino revolutionaries attacked an American garrison, and in retaliation American soldiers created “a howling wilderness” of the surrounding countryside. Magsalin reads Chiara’s film script and writes her own version. \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto \u003c\/i\u003econtains within its dramatic action two rival scripts from the filmmaker and the translator—one about a white photographer, the other about a Filipino schoolteacher.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Within the spiraling voices and narrative layers of \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto \u003c\/i\u003eare stories of women—artists, lovers, revolutionaries, daughters—finding their way to their own truths and histories. Using interlocking voices and a kaleidoscopic structure, the novel is startlingly innovative, meditative, and playful. \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto \u003c\/i\u003emasterfully questions and twists narrative in the manner of Italo Calvino’s \u003ci\u003eIf on a Winter’s Night a Traveler\u003c\/i\u003e, Julio Cortázar’s \u003ci\u003eHopscotch\u003c\/i\u003e, and Nabokov’s \u003ci\u003ePale Fire\u003c\/i\u003e. Apostol pushes up against the limits of fiction in order to recover the atrocity in Balangiga, and in so doing, she shows us the dark heart of an untold and forgotten war that would shape the next century of Philippine and American history.\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eNew York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e Editors' Choice\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLonglisted for the 2020 International Dublin Literary Award\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eBuzzFeed's Best Fiction of 2018\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eSt. Louis Post-Dispatch\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of 2018\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e Top 10 Best Book of 2018\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Millions Most Anticipated Fall Books of 2018\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eBookRiot's Best Books of November 2018\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A bravura performance in which war becomes farce, history becomes burlesque . . . Apostol is a magician with language (think Borges, think Nabokov) who can swing from slang and mockery to the stodgy argot of critical theory. She puns with gusto, potently and unabashedly, until one begins reading double meanings, allusions and ulterior motives into everything.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The New York Times \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Apostol is no mystifier or arid avant-gardiste. Rather, she's playful like Italo Calvino or Kurt Vonnegut. She dishes up funny riffs on everything from the 'Thrilla in Manila' and her countrymen's love of Elvis Presley to what the book terms the Filipino Chekhov Rule: If you mention karaoke in the first chapter, somebody has to sing it in the last one . . . It's \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e's great achievement that it confronts us with dreadful things without ever turning into an accusatory, anti-American screed. See, Apostol is after more than recrimination. Steeped in the love-hate relationship with American culture she shares with most Filipinos, she actually seeks to transcend the gap between the two countries.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—John Powers, NPR's \u003ci\u003eFresh Air\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stunning . . . An arresting novel with a timely political message, Apostol’s \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e dazzles with its inventive structure and superb portrayals of women as leaders of ingenuity, creativity and reason.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Los Angeles Times  \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[\u003ci\u003eInsurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e] begins in the present, when a Filipina writer and translator, Magsalin, agrees to help a stylish, young Sofia Coppola-esque American director, Chiara, who is making a film about a forgotten 1901 atrocity in which American occupiers retaliated against a Filipino uprising. After Magsalin reads Chiara’s script, she writes one of her own, and soon we’re reading two competing versions of historical events — one from the perspective of a white American socialite photographer, the other from the point of view of a Filipina schoolteacher. In the end, both Magsalin and Chiara believe they have failed in telling a true account of the event—but Apostol has not.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—T Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Wickedly funny . . . Ferocious in its political indignation . . . Pick one of the many figures offered by the novel itself: a palimpsest, a translation, a stereoscope, an abaca weave. \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e is all of these things—a polyphonic work that challenges the reader to keep up with its plotting and to think with or against or through its complex moral reckonings.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Boston Globe\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A risk-taking, cinematic look at Duterte’s Philippines and the 1901 Balangiga massacre during the Philippine-American war . . . Apostol uses techniques from Jorge Luis Borges and Julio Cortázar, expecting the reader to trust her as the story hopscotches through time and space. But for readers accustomed to the jump-cuts and montages of cinema,\u003ci\u003e Insurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e doesn’t present a challenge so much as a cascade of pleasures and possibilities.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Financial Times  \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gina Apostol—a smart writer, a sharp  critic, a keen intellectual—takes on the vexed relationship between the  Philippines and the United States, pivoting on that relationship’s  bloody origins. \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e is  meta-fictional, meta-cinematic, even meta-meta, plunging us into the  vortex of memory, history, and war where we can feel what it means to be  forgotten, and what it takes to be remembered.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Viet Thanh Nguyen,  Pulitzer Prize–winning author of \u003ci\u003eThe Sympathizer\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Dazzling . . . A tender character study erupting with blazing insights on the ethics of storytelling.”\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Entertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Gina Apostol uses an array of literary and cinematic techniques: memoirs, jump cuts, close-ups, and reveries to set a story in Duterte’s Philippines that shows us that though victors often write histories, survivors and artists can revise them.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—NPR's \u003ci\u003eWeekend Edition\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Apostol is preoccupied by the ways that history is mediated—and inevitably distorted—by artists and journalists, whether through photography, films or books . . . Brain candy for the theory-minded.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Intricate, funny, hyper-literate.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—CNN Philippines\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Undoubtedly a master.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Philippine Star\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An ambitious, cheeky, at times savagely brilliant, tour de force.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Philippine Inquirer\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[A] sobering but humorous funhouse mirror . . . Elegant, wry, and brilliant.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Dallas Morning News \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Magnificent.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—BuzzFeed\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gina Apostol's novel combines pop culture references, fake movie scripts, road trip tropes, and character studies all in the effort of reexamining the United States' influence on the Philippines—and it \u003ci\u003eworks, \u003c\/i\u003eman.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Refinery29, Best Books of November\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eInsurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e is a potent rebuttal . . . parsing the intersections of politics and art with the finer tools of humor, skepticism, and playful misdirection.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Jezebel\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It is novels like this that make me want to get down on my knees and weep with joy over the fact that such powerful, inventive fiction still exists . . . The narrative structure and writing of the novel are a continuous, beautiful punch in the gut. I loved, loved, loved this book.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—BookRiot\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A book by Gina Apostol is always an event, and this latest one is no exception. Lush and vigorous, \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto \u003c\/i\u003emines the Philippines' troubled past with a scholar's careful attention to detail and examines the enduring riddles of voice and identity, revolution and nation. The ghosts of history stalk the pages of this dizzying, stunning novel, their footsteps echoing in our fraught and uncertain times.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—F.H. Batacan, author of \u003ci\u003eSmaller and Smaller Circles\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Apostol fearlessly probes the long shadow of forgotten American imperialism in the Philippines in her ingenious novel of competing filmmakers . . . Layers of narrative, pop culture references, and blurring of history and fiction make for a profound and unforgettable journey into the past and present of the Philippines.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Shrewd . . . inventive . . . stinging . . . [Apostol] puts the \"unremembered\" Philippine-American War on display, deftly exposing a complicated colonial legacy through the unlikely relationship between a U.S.-educated Filipino translator and a visiting American filmmaker . . . Exceptionally rewarding.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Booklist\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred Review\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Dazzling, interlocking narratives on history, truth, and storytelling.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Kirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A searing and psychedelic road trip through the long, sordid history of Philippine-American relations, \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto \u003c\/i\u003eis at once a murder mystery, a war movie, and a moving exploration of all the ways grief lives on, both in a people and in a person.  A masterful puzzle, in which, as Apostol writes, ‘one story told may unbury another.’”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Elaine Castillo, author of \u003ci\u003eAmerica Is Not the Heart\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e, a polymath's lyricism is woven with sharp cultural study and post-colonial tristesse. A deft and labyrinthine depiction of our helpless condition of ever-revolving insurrection, Gina Apostol has created an elegant mise en abyme wherein the colonizer and the colonized reflect themselves over and over and yet over again.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eEugene Lim, author of \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eDear Cyborgs\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eInsurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e is an intricate fever dream of a novel. Gina Apostol’s sublime intellect, razor-sharp humor, and fierce moral conviction shine a powerful light on the Philippines’ violent history and present-day traumas. Through wildly inventive prose and richly layered plots, this book will provoke, unsettle, and ultimately transform the ways we read and remember the past.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Mia Alvar, author of \u003ci\u003eIn the Country\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Dazzling.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—The Complete Review\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A mesmeric pastiche, a cleverly hilarious indictment, a vicious, unapologetic tour-de-force: Gina Apostol’s \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e is an astonishing literary masterpiece.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Bookreporter.com\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Brilliant . . . [A] heady mix of highbrow and lowbrow references and Vonnegut-like humor.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Kore Asian Media\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A fast, deceptively light read, with pop culture, literary, and film references that are sharp and funny. Yet, each reference contains layers of meaning and irony that become increasingly perceptible . . . Read it on a sunny day at the beach, but don’t be surprised if it enters your dreams. \u003ci\u003eInsurrecto\u003c\/i\u003e floats like a butterfly—but stings.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Public Seminar\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Apostol’s sharply drawn scenes and characters make a literary masterpiece that is at turns hilarious and heartbreaking, and always compulsively readable.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eArlington Public Library (Arlington, VA)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for Gina Apostol\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“[Apostol] weaves the complex tangle of Philppine history, literature, and languages (along with contemporary academic scholarship) into a brilliant tour de force of a novel.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—John Barth, author of \u003ci\u003eLost in the Funhouse\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“A daring, fever dream of a novel.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eAlex Gilvarry, author of \u003ci\u003eFrom the Memoirs of a Non-Enemy Combatant\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Brilliant . . . Apostol creates one of the most compelling characters in recent fiction.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Review of Books\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Probes the hard truths of love, nationhood and exile . . . Apostol is a fearless, stylish writer of substance.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Jessica Hagedorn, author of Dogeaters\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Apostol's writing is marked by a fierce intelligence, uncommonly delicious language, and a dark undercurrent of humor. As others have observed, she is a master of delineating the personal with the political, and how they are inextricably entwined. Also—and this is no small feat—she seems incapable of writing an unimpressive sentence.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Luis Katigbak, \u003ci\u003eThe Philippine Star \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eGina Apostol is the PEN Open Book Award–winning author of \u003ci\u003eGun Dealers’ Daughter\u003c\/i\u003e, as well as a two-time winner of the National Book Award in the Philippines for her novels \u003ci\u003eBibliolepsy\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Revolution According to Raymundo Mata\u003c\/i\u003e. Her short stories have appeared in various anthologies and  journals including \u003ci\u003eThe Gettysburg Review\u003c\/i\u003e and the Penguin anthology of  Asian American fiction, \u003ci\u003eCharlie Chan is Dead, Volume 2\u003c\/i\u003e.For the mystery writer, it is not enough to mourn the dead. One must also study the exit wounds, invite the coroner to tea, cloud the mind with ulterior motives.\u003cbr\u003e      The translator and mystery writer Magsalin has undertaken (yes, no, pun) some of the above at previous incidents. But the insoluble puzzle at the heart of the labyrinth, the secret within the secret, is not hers to bemoan. That is up to the dead man’s kin, who are, fortunately or not, also dead. It is said, for instance, that the writer Stéphane Réal’s mother died in Auschwitz, his father of shrapnel wounds before the war started. The writer Stéphane Réal had a wife. She is a widow. Her heart must be broken. (Magsalin cannot do that for her.)\u003cbr\u003e       For the mystery writer, there are clues. Sheaves of paper with marginal notes, clippings of newsprint events of general interest, such as the Tunis–Marseille ship schedule, lottery numbers, and election results for the mayor of the commune Ivry-sur-Seine, 1979 (the winner is a communist). Everything could be a sign, and a word has at least two meanings, all of them correct. And it is not right to jump to conclusions, especially when it becomes apparent that one’s sorrow is misplaced in this instance.\u003cbr\u003e       First, the writer Stéphane Réal has been dead for some time. Second, Magsalin has read only two of his books. Third, it turns out he does not figure at all except as premonitory prompt, place holder in this story of disappearance Magsalin is about to tell as she slips a hoard of facts into her duffel bag (leather, made in Venice, aubergine with olive handles, always admired by salesladies): to wit, the writer’s income tax returns, an unmailed box covered in pale blue whorls, doubled postcard-size photographs, books with slips of paper falling out, index cards slipping from loose envelopes, a stash of library books the writer thought he would have time to return.\u003cbr\u003e       Her protagonist, what do you know, is female. The dead male writer that prompts the story waves goodbye. It turns out the woman is a filmmaker of moody artistry whose scandalous father precedes her fame. The woman’s name has an arbitrary Italian flavor—Chiara or Lucia, with the first \u003ci\u003eC \u003c\/i\u003eglottal and the last \u003ci\u003ec \u003c\/i\u003ea florid \u003ci\u003ech\u003c\/i\u003e: she is Kiiiara, or Luchiiiia. Magsalin has yet to decide the name, an act that must occur without the reader’s noticing. Both names mean \u003ci\u003eclear\u003c\/i\u003e, or \u003ci\u003elucidity\u003c\/i\u003e, or something that has to do with \u003ci\u003elight\u003c\/i\u003e, something vaguely linked to \u003ci\u003eeyesight\u003c\/i\u003e, hence to \u003ci\u003eknowing\u003c\/i\u003e, thence to blindness, or paradox.\u003cbr\u003e      Choosing names is the first act of creating.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Magsalin gets the dossier from the filmmaker herself, who emails Magsalin. Microsoft Outlook warns: \u003ci\u003eMail thinks this message is Junk\u003c\/i\u003e. Magsalin likes that her Mail thinks, but she doubts it. The subject line is intriguing. \u003cbr\u003e       \u003ci\u003eTranslator needed, meet me at Muhammad Ali Mall.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       The message must be from a foreigner. No one in Manila calls the mall by that name. Some Filipinos do not even know that that seedy building in the traffic hellhole that is Cubao is named for the greatest—Muhammad Ali.\u003cbr\u003e       Magsalin ignores the message.\u003cbr\u003e       She is jet-lagged. She has just arrived from New York, on vacation in her birthplace, and she has no time for paid work. She is trying to unwind in Manila, hoping to continue a task that she believes has great spiritual payback, though the rewards are yet to surface.\u003cbr\u003e       She has begun her mystery novel.\u003cbr\u003e       She arrives with her baggage. A balikbayan box for her uncles, whose home she is visiting on this trip. The box is packed with vinyl records from bargain bins in a shop on Bleecker Street—Neil Sedaka, Ray Conniff and His Singers, the elegies of Karen Carpenter, and for good measure a new press of their favorite, Elvis, \u003ci\u003eAloha from Hawaii\u003c\/i\u003e, still in cello-wrap\u003ci\u003e, \u003c\/i\u003eplus bottles of Johnnie Walker Black Label that she thought might appease them. She has been gone for so long. All wrapped up in bath towels from Marshalls and stuffed with bags of Hershey’s kisses in the extra spaces. Another suitcase, filled with books. In her duffel, aubergine with olive handles, a square box, covered in pale blue whorls.\u003cbr\u003e       When Magsalin finally opens the email message, it only repeats its subject line, run-on included.\u003cbr\u003e       \u003ci\u003eTranslator needed, meet me at Muhammad Ali Mall. Signed.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       The curtness of it, Magsalin thinks, is rude. She thinks the message is a joke, a hoax drummed up by her writer friends, a bunch of alcoholics hiding out in pork-induced stupor in Flushing, Queens.\u003cbr\u003e       Not even her mother’s phone call had moved her to return home.\u003cbr\u003e       “I cannot go home,” Magsalin had told her mother a long time ago.\u003cbr\u003e       “Do not come home,” her mother had said on the phone. “If you feel you cannot do it, inday—do not return.”\u003cbr\u003e       So she had not.\u003cbr\u003e      The reasons for return need not be sentimental: they could be an intellectual project, a way to deal with writer’s block, or a respite during a cheap-airfare month. For a mystery writer, it is correct to return to soak in the atmosphere, to check out a setting, to round out a missing character, to find the ending.\u003cbr\u003e       Later, of course, she searches the Web for the filmmaker’s name.\u003cbr\u003e       The search results include an item only eighteen hours ago mentioning Chiara Brasi’s arrival in Manila. The report is an innocuous piece with a photo of the filmmaker at Ninoy Aquino International Airport, wearing huge shades and what looks like a safari outfit. Chiara is scouting locations for a movie, but no quote emerges from the director herself.\u003cbr\u003e       Magsalin checks praxino.org, her website of choice for cultural curiosities. A Philippine tour operator reports in a news update that Tom Cruise was sighted in August at a resort in the Ilocos, sporting an ugly ingrown toenail revealed by beach flipflops. Sandra Bullock did not buy her black baby in the area near the old US Air Force base in Pampanga. Madonna’s orphanage in Malawi is losing money, its website hacked by teenagers. Eric Clapton’s late son’s former nanny, a Chabacano, is said to be in seclusion in Zamboanga, an island in the far South, near the pirates—she still mourns her single lapse. Once again, Donatella Versace did not slap her maid. A video of Chiara Brasi shows a wan and wavering figure, in one of those canned interviews to promote a project. This detail appears in FabSugar, the \u003ci\u003eEmory Wheel\u003c\/i\u003e, the \u003ci\u003eIrish Times\u003c\/i\u003e, romania-insider.com, the \u003ci\u003eKansas City Star\u003c\/i\u003e, the \u003ci\u003ePrague Post, \u003c\/i\u003egmanetwork, inq7.net, and Moviefone: at age five Chiara rode a helicopter over Manila with her father when he was filming his war movie about Vietnam. A fond memory, in 1976. Someone had unhinged the helicopter’s doors, and she looked out as if the sky were her vestibule.\u003cbr\u003e      Magsalin goes back to the email message.\u003cbr\u003e      She hits send.","brand":"Soho Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303868813541,"sku":"NP9781641290920","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781641290920.jpg?v=1767730100","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/insurrecto-isbn-9781641290920","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}