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The Great Little Hunter
Pinspired Philippines, 2022
The Boy The Girl
The Rat The Rabbit
and the Last Magic Days
Chapbook, 2018
Republic of Carnage:
Three Horror Stories
For the Way We Live Now
Chapbook, 2018
Bamboo Girls:
Stories and Poems
From a Forgotten Life
Ateneo de Naga University Press, 2018
Don't Tell Anyone:
Literary Smut
With Shakira Andrea Sison
Pride Press / Anvil Publishing, 2017
Cupful of Anger,
Bottle Full of Smoke:
The Stories of
Jose V. Montebon Jr.
Silliman Writers Series, 2017
First Sight of Snow
and Other Stories
Encounters Chapbook Series
Et Al Books, 2014
Celebration: An Anthology to Commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Silliman University National Writers Workshop
Sands and Coral, 2011-2013
Silliman University, 2013
Handulantaw: Celebrating 50 Years of Culture and the Arts in Silliman
Tao Foundation and Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee, 2013
Inday Goes About Her Day
Locsin Books, 2012
Beautiful Accidents: Stories
University of the Philippines Press, 2011
Heartbreak & Magic: Stories of Fantasy and Horror
Anvil, 2011
Old Movies and Other Stories
National Commission for Culture
and the Arts, 2006
FutureShock Prose: An Anthology of Young Writers and New Literatures
Sands and Coral, 2003
Nominated for Best Anthology
2004 National Book Awards
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
1:53 AM |
Anthony Minghella, 54
Always, one of the saddest things about carrying on in life is the unexpected passing of the gifted, the genius, the truly talented. When they happen to be people you look up to, it becomes doubly astonishing. At least, with the death of Susan Sontag only a few years ago, we knew she had a terminal disease, and before she left, she made us ponder hard (and beautifully) about the metaphors we carry of illness. And I'm still mourning the death of Heath Ledger, Robert Altman, Michaelangelo Antonioni, and Ingmar Bergman. What to make of sudden passing? I was just refreshing the page I was browsing over at The New York
Times when
the newest headline caught my eye:
film director Anthony Minghella is dead. What a shock. Because at 54, he is still much too young really, and he had only given us
this much about his cinematic genius: the gripping
Truly, Madly, Deeply from 1990, the luminous
The English Patient from 1996, the scalding
The Talented Mr. Ripley from 1999, the ambitious
Cold Mountain from 2003, and the interesting failure of
Breaking and Entering from 2007. Now, there's only
The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency to look forward to. He made beautiful adaptations of some of our most-beloved books, and it had seemed there would be few more years for us to get a full taste of what he was capable of. (Good thing there's his son Max, who was lovely and incandescent in
Bee Season, to carry on the seed.) But still.
Sad, sad, sad.Labels: celebrity, directors, film, obituary
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