A later scene has her play dumb and blond when she shows up with a tiny eating-binge bulge around her waste, sucking it in and laughing it off, causing her boss to laugh, too-her experience again keeps her employed. She secures the gig despite all the younger and more exotic-looking models by presenting a blank slate, something that can be molded into what the company wants, instead of flaunting what she already is. Alice knows just what to wear, what kind of make-up to put on, and how to present herself. Alvar either has knowledge of the industry or did some telling research, as Alice’s steps through the interview process seem real and are intriguing. She hears about a job for a jeans company and flies around the world for the booking, hoping to stand out. While she’s no longer a hot commodity in New York-if she ever was-she’s been around long enough to know her light hair and alabaster skin are still wanted commodities around the world, particularly Asia. “Legends of the White Lady” is about Alice Anders, and aging (relatively so) model who travels to Manila to secure a job. Sometimes the characters are Filipinos, sometimes they’re ex-patriates, returning to their country, and in the case of the story I’m writing about today, “Legends of the White Lady,” they can be an American (or other foreigners), visiting the island country. After reading a couple of the stories from the collection, I can certainly see why, as Alvar is a real talent, her stories long, thorough examinations of her characters, set, for the most part, in the Philippines, where Alvar was born. In the Country is one of the celebrated collections of 2015, the debut effort from Alvar that appeared on Knopf and wound up on a lot of people’s Best of lists at the end of the year. Still, Stor圓66 duties calls, and I’m going to climb up that lifeguard chair over there and type up a post about Mia Alvar, whose book In the Country I read from last night, before, you know, desecrating myself in the name of childish nonsense and debauchery. The important thing is that this is our last day, my last day, before leaving tomorrow for Missouri, and I want to make the most of it. Since I’m waking up on the beach, using last Tuesday’s USA Today for a blanket and a Burger King soda cut as a pillow, I’m not exactly sure where any of the guys are, or if they’ve found the Skylark (or if Bizquick found a way to meet us down here). That’s a good thing, as I don’t get a lot of chances, at 42, to go on Spring Break trips, so sleeping through a whole day would really be a waste. Greetings from lovely Daytona Beach! I’m pretty sure it’s Thursday, March 10, as I feel rested, but still hung over, so I didn’t sleep through an entire day.
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