![]() ![]() It was finished when I reached the gate, but the cold hours that followed made me forget many things. To forget the monotony of waiting, I started to write the title story. “In the winter of 1939, when I was out of work, I went to San Pedro, California, and stood in the rain for hours with hundreds of men and women hoping to get a place at the fish canneries. Twenty-four such stories make up the rich and funny collection called The Laughter of My Father. No one can remain unmoved by Father’s excursions into politics, cock-fighting, violin-playing, or the concoction of love-potions. But the episodes of Father’s history that his son Carlos retells belong to universal and timeless comedy. ![]() So the rich man sued Father Bulosan for stealing the spirit of his food. The Bulosans, next door, went on eating their poor and meagre food, laughed, and grew fat. The Bulosans lived in Binalonan, in the Philippine province of Pangasinan. The Laughter of My Father Carlos Bulosan The rich man’s children ate their good food and grew thinner and more peaked. And Father paid him in his own coin, while the laughter of the Bulosans and the judge drove the rich man’s family out of the courtroom. The rich man’s children ate their good food and grew thinner and more peaked. ![]()
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