Who ever thought I would like a book that held the sentences "Me nuh know, Miss Hortense. When me mudda did pregnant dem seh smaddy obeah'r. A likkle spell yah no"? Certainly not me. But I did like Andrea Levy's Small Island very much. It's a story of the Jamaican experience of England back after the Second World War. Something you never hear about. The Jamaican men have fought for England, their motherland that they have learned about ever since they were small at school. They're taught to revere it, expected to fight for it but are completely unwelcome when they arrive on it's shores looking for a home and work. Despite the above horror she does capture the cadence of the voices nicely. The ending is a bit over the top but still it's quite a good book. And something that me nuh know nutin about, until now.
Friday, July 16, 2010
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