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    January 10th Americo De Almeida, Jose (Born  January 10, 1887)    JOSE AMERICO DE ALMEIDA was born in 1887 and lived in retirement in Joao Pessoa. His long life was devoted almost entirely to public service and literature. His first novel A Bagacei’ra (Trash, 1928) enjoyed enormous success. The first translation of the book to appear in any language was that of R. L. Scott-Buccleuch into English in 1978 and...

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    January 9th   Karel Capek (Born  January 9, 1890)    Karel Capek (January 9, 1890 - December 25, 1938) was one of the most influential Czech writers of the 20th century. Capek was born in Malé Svatonovice, Bohemia, Austria-Hungary (now Czech Republic). He wrote with intelligence and humour on a wide variety of subjects. His works are known for their interesting and precise descriptions of reality, and...

  • January 8th

    January 8th     Leonardo Sciascia (Born  January 8, 1921)    Leonardo Sciascia (January 8, 1921 – November 20, 1989) was an Italian writer, novelist, essayist, playwright and politician. Some of his works have been made into films, including Open Doors (1990) and Il giorno della civetta (1968). Sciascia was born in Racalmuto, Sicily. In 1935 his family moved to Caltanissetta; here Sciascia studied under...

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  • Innumerable shades of sweetness and anguish, from Not Under Forty, by Willa Cather
    Willa Cather is hardly a neglected writer, but even in the work some of the best-known writers, there are little gems that have been rattled off into a dusty corner by the thumping feet of their magna opera. This comes from an essay on Katherine Mansfield in Not Under Forty (1936), which was the last […]
  • I Know What I’d Do, by Alice Beal Parsons (1946)
    One has to wonder what the residents of Piermont, New York thought of Alice Beal Parsons. A writer and–for her day–a radical feminist, with a strong liberal tack to her politics, she bought a house–more like a cabin–on the slopes of Tallman Mountain (now a New York State Park in the late 1920s. Probably few […]
  • “Knowledge,” from The Shoes that Danced, and Other Poems, by Anna Hempstead Branch
    Knowledge Once I thought that healing came From the angels wings. Now the bruised hands of men Seem the kindest things. Once I thought to pluck and eat The fruit of Paradise. Now I break with these their bread With unsaddened eyes. Once I thought to find on earth Love, perfect and complete. Now I […]
  • Ethel Mannin’s Autobiographies
    Ethel Mannin wrote. A lot. By her own declaration, Sunset over Dartmoor (1977), the final chapter of her autobiography, was her 95th. She wrote so many books that even though the “By the Same Author” page in Dartmoor lists 41 novels, along with many other titles on “Politics and Ethics,” “Short Stories,” “Travels and Memoirs,” […]
  • “Afternoon Tea,” from Some Poems, by Clara Louise Lawrence (1914)
    Afternoon Tea An attractive table, round and neat. Presided over by faces sweet; Wafers and candy by fair hands passed. And I’m having my afternoon tea, at last. Luxurious pillows, an easy chair; Odors of violets filling the air. The mingling voices of women and men. Discussing events that are and have been. My thoughts […]
  • A Matter of Time (1966) and The Woman Said Yes (1976), by Jessamyn West
    A Matter of Time and The Woman Said Yes: Encounters with Life and Death offer a reader the rare opportunity of seeing an author tell the same story in two different ways: one as a novel, the other–ten years later–as a memoir. The story is about how Jessamyn West helped her sister, Carmen, in the […]
  • My Mother’s Hands, from Journey Around My Room, by Louise Bogan
    My mother had true elegance of hand. She could cut an apple like no one else. Her large hands guided the knife; the peel fell in a long light curve down from the fruit. Then she cut a slice from the side. The apple lay on the saucer, beautifully fresh, white, dewed with faint juice. […]
  • “To Myself,” from Spicewood, by Lizette Woodworth Reese
    To Myself Girl, I am tired of blowing hot and cold; Of being that with that, and this with this; A loosened leaf no bough would ever miss, At the wind’s whim betwixt the sky and mould. Of wearing masks. Oh, I would rend them all Into the dust that by my door is blown; […]
  • Important to Me, by Pamela Hansford Johnson (1974)
    When I was in high school, I used to keep a copy of C. P. Snow’s Variety of Men, a collection of memoirs of his encounters with such men as Einstein, Churchill, and H. G. Wells, beside my bed. I had picked it up from a sale box at the base exchange, as I thought […]
  • Intimations of Mortality, by Violet Weingarten (1978)
    “Is life too short to be taking shit, or is life too short to mind it?” Violet Weingarten wonders after being told by an acquaintance–erroneously and spitefully–that her husband was having an affair while she is undergoing chemotherapy. A few years later, Anne Lamott, watching as her father, writer Kenneth Lamott, was dying of cancer, […]

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(09/12/2010) Frangipani House by Beryl Gilroy. London. 1986. Heinemann. Prize winner in the GLC Black Literature Competition. keywords: Literature Caribbean Women Black Guyana. CWS37. 111 pages. Cover illustration by Ramo Avella. Cover design by Keith Pointing. 0435988522.

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   FRANGIPANI HOUSE, Beryl Gilroy’s first novel, won a prize in the GLC Black Literature Competition even before it was published. Set in Guyana, it is the story of Mama King, trapped by age and infirmity, but ultimately indomitable. She becomes too much for her family who send her away to Frangipani House, a dreary claustrophobic rest home - but Mama King does not give in. She makes her mark—first-through anguish, then near madness, and finally by escape to the dangerous, dirty, vital world of the poor. FRANGIPANI HOUSE is a beautifully written protest at institutions that isolate, and a way of life that denies respect and responsibility for the weak.

Beryl Gilroy was born in Guyana, and came to England in 1951, at the start of a decade which saw 150,000 people leave the Caribbean for the UK. Although already an experienced teacher, she was forced to take jobs as a factory clerk and maid before being able to resume her career in education. She became headmistress of a North London Primary School and is now attached to the Institute of Education, University of London.

 

 

 

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