Books play a major role in Carlos Bulosan’s life. Throughout the novel, books symbolize education and the hopeful path out of ignorance that it provides. Carlos recognizes the vast gulf in status between those who are literate and educated and those who are not. “In Spanish times education was something that belonged exclusively to the rulers,” he writes, “but the poor people […] were denied even the most elementary schooling.” Carlos’s parents are illiterate, but they sacrifice to send his brother Macario to school. The premium that Carlos’s parents and brothers place on education instills in him a lifelong “passion for books.” “You must never stop reading good books,” his other brother Luciano tells him, “reading is food for the mind.” Throughout America is in the Heart, a number of people, such as Amado, Macario, Luciano, Mary Strandon, and Alice and Eileen Odell give Carlos books, for which he is eternally grateful. During Carlos’s two-year stay in the Los Angeles hospital, books help him maintain the hope that he can become an educated member of society despite all of the hardships he has experienced. “Who were the men that contributed something positive to society? Show me the books about them! I would read them all! I would educate myself to be like them!” Carlos proclaims. Books give him the opportunity to learn about American history, to access the ideas of the world’s greatest thinkers, and to develop his own way to contribute to society’s betterment. As Macario states, “America is the illiterate immigrant who is ashamed that the world of books and intellectual opportunities is closed to him.” Books are central to Carlos’s very identity as an immigrant in America, and they foster the intellectual development that gives his life meaning, paves his path out of poverty, and facilitates his eventual career as a writer.
Books Quotes in America Is in the Heart
I knew, even then, that it was not natural for a man to hate himself, or to be afraid of himself. It was not natural, indeed, to run from goodness and beauty, which I had done so many times.
America is not merely a land or an institution. America is in the hearts of men that died for freedom; it is also in the eyes of men that are building a new world.
I wanted to educate myself as fast as possible, and the fury of my desire was so tumultuous, I could not rest.
I was enchanted by this dream, and the hospital, dismal as it was, became a world of hope. I discovered the other democratic writers and poets, who in their diverse ways contributed toward the enlargement of the American dream.
I acquired a mask of pretense that became a weapon I was to take out with me into the violent world again, a mask of pretense at ignorance and illiteracy, because I felt that if they knew that I had intellectual depth they would reject my presence.
Then it came to me how absolutely necessary it was to acquaint the Filipinos with the state of the nation.
We are Americans all who have toiled for this land, who have made it rich and free. But we must not demand from America, because she is still our unfinished dream.
It came to me that no man—no one at all—could destroy my faith in America again.