OF THIS AND SUCH. This was the title of my father's column in the Philippine News, the San Francisco-based newspaper for Filipinos and Filipino Americans that arrayed itself against Philippine president Ferdinand Marcos's regime from 1965 on.
Of this and such. This phrase was a commonplace of my childhood . . . a phrase that signaled my father's ambition to be a writer. Ironic because the phrase's off-handed casualness was in inverse proportion to the intensity of my father's desire to be famous. He wanted to be W. Somerset Maugham. Guy de Maupassant. He wanted the name Martin Avila Gotera to stand alongside Maugham and de Maupassant — names that came up readily when Papa would talk of fiction.
When I wrote a book review column for the Cedar Falls Times some years ago, I named that column "Of Books and Such" in tribute to my father. In tribute to his writerly ambitions. His hunger for fame.
And now I use the phrase "of this and such" again. But only (at least this time) in its customary sense: pertaining to miscellany, to a collection of interesting facts, an assemblage of notions.
Although I am using "of this and such" in its more prosaic context, I want to tell you, Papa, that I do not use your phrase lightly. I honor your seriousness as a writer and artist. I am ever grateful for your example. For my years of watching you strive for immortality. Seeing how devoted you were to the written word. A devotion that lives now in me. And I thank you. Not just for life but for bequeathing to me such serious purpose. Every time I set down words in a line, stringing them together in scintillant constellation, I commemorate you . . . our hands dancing across the keys like disciples to a glorious spirit. Amen.