“Time’s winged chariot is coming near followed closely by the Hounds of Heaven. You’re getting older … … little old Mr. Chips, toiling the stairs of h...more“Time’s winged chariot is coming near followed closely by the Hounds of Heaven. You’re getting older … … little old Mr. Chips, toiling the stairs of his tenement, a crust in the cupboard, a jorum of water in the ice box, a bulb of modest wattage dangling over the celibate cot.”
Snappy! I like it.
And so it is, a fine read. I gave it to my Irish teacher as a gift.(less)
This is rough reading. In 15 pages or so, I had to picture a weeping boy, heaving uncontrollably in an stranger old woman's arms b...moreFeb 02, 2011 07:29pm
This is rough reading. In 15 pages or so, I had to picture a weeping boy, heaving uncontrollably in an stranger old woman's arms b/c no one else had shown him affection for months (p.240), then envision him bear his daily burial duties as soon as he regained composure after months of walking & famine (p.241). After that a miraculous reunion with one of the "Gone Far" boys from his own village (p.245), followed by the incredulous tale of that kid's journey into slavery & subsequent rescue (p.251), to the hilarious description of their first sighting of white men as entities "erased" or "turned inside out" (p.253) -- all of this and more flashed thru his mind while he, our protagonist Valentino, waited 9 hours (!) in a near empty emergency room in Atlanta, GA, waiting to be stitched up after a robbery.
"I just don't know what God holds against you," one of Valentino's friends lamented. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... I don't know, either.
ps. All you kids complaining abut homework should take notice: they had to BUILD their own schools before they could GO to school (p.267). These refugee kids, numbering around 18,000, built all 12 thatched structures with no walls. At least one boy got eaten by a lion while collecting wood for the buildings. They had no pencil, or paper. So they drew figures in the dirt with sticks to learn how to write, aspiring to become the best educated Sudanese in all of history. Sort of put our own worries in prospective, doesn't it?(less)
I found stark similarities between Meeink's story and DJ Morris's ("War of the Bloods in My Veins") in that neither had secure ties to parental figures nor a stable home in their young lives. Unlike "War of the Bloods" tho, I doubt that I will finish this book -- the chapter (p.85) that focused exclusively on his conquests stopped me cold. (less)
this review pertain to the movie (documentary) by the same name.
The movie got a 4.5 star rating. If I go along with that, then the book "What's the Wh...morethis review pertain to the movie (documentary) by the same name.
The movie got a 4.5 star rating. If I go along with that, then the book "What's the What" (another Sudanese autobio) should get about 40 stars.
To be fair, "God" focused on the Sudanese boys' American life, spending only about 10-15 min on their Sudanese history, whereas "What" spent >3/4 on Valentino Achak Deng's Sudanese days; and that the latter book is almost twice as long as the first.
Still, for a documentary, "God" advocated its cause without providing quantifying stats such as %employment, %education, or %psychiatric need for these Sudanese expats. I'm asking to underscore the importance of the situation, and not to undermine it of course.
Overall, it gave a visual for the story that I already knew but not much more. It stuck me how tall they are of course, having read their stories as 5-10 year olds :) and the movie is showing them as towering twenty-somethings. I'm genuinely sorry about the racism they faced in their adopted country.