Diana McCaulay
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June 2010
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Daylight Come
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2020
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Dog-Heart
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2010
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Gone to Drift
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2016
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Huracan
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2012
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The ImagiNation Project
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2021
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White Liver Gal
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Thicker Than Water: New Writing From The Caribbean
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2018
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Writing Jamaica: People, Places, Struggles
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2012
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Finny the Fairy Fish: Band 08/Purple
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Massively overhyped. Such a disappointment. | |
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A book about the new world of the internet. I admired the originality and language of this novel, but missed a more coherent narrative structure. | |
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I bought this book to read about the Mississippi River in the US, having read Elizabeth Kolbert's much more recent book Under a White Sky. Three long essays about efforts to control nature - two in the US and one in Iceland. ...more | |
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Fascinating and beautifully written essays on humanity's attempts to control and harness nature, which ultimately asks questions about the kind of future we have already set in motion. ...more | |
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Original, disturbing, powerful. Three stories told in different periods of English history - Roman times, modern day and in the far future - anchored in the same terrain around an ancient roadway. I especially admired how deeply grounded in place thi ...more | |
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“The imprint of the Tainos was only faintly recorded in language and shards of pottery. She strained to hear sounds of nature, but not even the whistling frogs chirped – too dry, she thought. She stared at the square of night sky through the top of the sash window; it was not the indigo of the country, but iron grey, with the stars faded into each other, forming swathes of paler grey. Here in Kingston, when the bush rustled, she startled and got up, standing on the chair to stare through the window into the night. Here, a rustle in the shrubbery might not just be a lizard or a rat.”
― Huracan
― Huracan
“Duppy cho cho.” “Why it call that?” “It have fruit just like a cho cho, but if you break it open, it full of feather that float away on the breeze.” A fruit that held feathers instead of flesh, like policemen uniformed to protect and serve who were really killers. In the shadow of the duppy cho cho, she bowed her head in the rain and the night closed in.”
― Huracan
― Huracan
“He watched the old man pick up his naked, violated daughter from where she lay in the dirt. He held her in his arms, her limbs lolling, his head bent to hers as if in silent prayer. He was going to bury her, bury his daughter, perhaps in a peaceful place, and he would say a prayer to his gods over her grave. He would visit his daughter’s grave in the months afterwards, until he too succumbed to disease, overwork or torture. People said slaves did not have souls and were a step removed from people. Zachary watched the old black man in ragged clothes walk away with his dead daughter. In that instant, the differences between Bonnie Valley and Paradise became excuses, mere matters of degree, the difference between twenty-nine strokes of the cowskin lash and thirty strokes, the difference between a bed and a filthy floor after torture, between rape and rape, death now and death tomorrow. There was no difference.”
― Huracan
― Huracan
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