Kerima Polotan Tuvera - Death

Death

Polotan-Tuvera died at 85, after a lingering illness. She had suffered a stroke and was wheelchair-bound for the last months of her life. The wake was held at Funeraria Paz Sucat, within Manila Memorial Park.

National Artist for Literature Edith L. Tiempo, a close friend of Polotan-Tuvera died two days after, prompting a grieving among the nation's writers. The Malacañan Palace through Presidential Spokesperson Edwin Lacierda issued a statement: "The Aquino administration is united in grief with a country that mourns their passing." The official statement recognized Polotan-Tuvera's body of work as " crucial to the development of Philippine Literary Fiction written from English" and cited Polotan-Tuvera's influence on "generations of writers."

Rina Jimenez-David of the Philippine Daily Inquirer described her short stories and novels as "unsentimental and clear-eyed depictions of heartbreak and disillusion. But her writing was dazzling and unflinching in its honesty."

In the eulogy for Polotan-Tuvera, fellow Palanca-winning writer and friend Rony Diaz said, "The number of books that she has written doesn’t really matter because all of them contain stories and essays of compelling beauty and profound wisdom."

Polotan-Tuvera is survived by her ten children and nineteen grandchildren.

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