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Dusk
By F. Sionil José
This is first of the five-book Rosales Saga, and I am looking forward to the rest.
Dusk is the story of a family’s forced departure from their home, forced out by the Spanish and chased along the way by bandits, a hostile tribe, and then by American soldiers. The story is very much one of Istak Salvador, later Samson, and his grappling with his faith, the Spanish church who showed it to him, and his growing disillusionment with his mentor.
Many other stories within the family make this a very rich and fulfilling read.
Dusk
By F. Sionil José
This is first of the five-book Rosales Saga, and I am looking forward to the rest.
Dusk is the story of a family’s forced departure from their home, forced out by the Spanish and chased along the way by bandits, a hostile tribe, and then by American soldiers. The story is very much one of Istak Salvador, later Samson, and his grappling with his faith, the Spanish church who showed it to him, and his growing disillusionment with his mentor.
Many other stories within the family make this a very rich and fulfilling read.
Dusk
By F. Sionil José
This is first of the five-book Rosales Saga, and I am looking forward to the rest.
Dusk is the story of a family’s forced departure from their home, forced out by the Spanish and chased along the way by bandits, a hostile tribe, and then by American soldiers. The story is very much one of Istak Salvador, later Samson, and his grappling with his faith, the Spanish church who showed it to him, and his growing disillusionment with his mentor.
Many other stories within the family make this a very rich and fulfilling read.
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