Poignant recollections of a restless soul whose wanderings taught her that the desire for security, dignity and love...
In this memoir that blends poetry and prose, a humanitarian worker finds unlikely friendships and fleeting romances in some of the most violent, impoverished places on Earth.
This is an unconventional memoir, but Dargis (Seven Sonnets, 2012) hasn’t lived a conventional life. In a loosely stitched collection of reveries, she reflects on her years working for humanitarian causes, hopping from one war-torn nation to another seemingly as fast as a Land Rover can traverse a jungle road. Her adventures began in 1984 when she joined the Peace Corps and taught English in Morocco. Later, she traveled to Rwanda to oversee an international response organization following the 1994 genocide. What she encountered—primitive living conditions, ethnic brutality, staff members succumbing to AIDS—was in stark contrast to her Minnesota upbringing. A haunting sonnet entitled “Thy Neighbor’s Heart” captures the work of humanitarian groups in a strife-ridden land: “Truckloads of rightful wares to ease the plight / Of a million plus souls, with prayers, were sent.” While disease, conflict and death loom over the narrative, Dargis also shares insights into local customs and cuisines. In this way, the book is a travelogue born of nose-in-the-dirt experiences that wouldn’t be out of place in a Hemingway novel. Dargis witnessed tanks rolling across the Chadian desert, contracted malaria in Congo and ate gelato with a fortuneteller in Italy. One overarching truth emerges from a lifetime of travel: despite cultural differences, people are the same everywhere. Occasionally, a shortage of info, such as the names of organizations for which Dargis worked, makes it difficult to follow the timeline as she embarks on one perilous assignment after another. Ironically, it is the United States where the author struggles to fit in most. Always pulled toward the horizon, Dargis sees national borders as “invisible barriers” in a journey of self-discovery. In her story, the landscape changes quickly, but the human connections leave a lasting impression.
Poignant recollections of a restless soul whose wanderings taught her that the desire for security, dignity and love transcend the lines on a map.Pub Date: Jan. 3, 2013
ISBN: 978-1477644751
Page Count: 258
Publisher: CreateSpace
Review Posted Online: Feb. 6, 2014
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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This moving, potent testament might have been titled “Black Lives Matter.” Or: “An American Tragedy.”
The powerful story of a father’s past and a son’s future.
Atlantic senior writer Coates (The Beautiful Struggle: A Father, Two Sons, and an Unlikely Road to Manhood, 2008) offers this eloquent memoir as a letter to his teenage son, bearing witness to his own experiences and conveying passionate hopes for his son’s life. “I am wounded,” he writes. “I am marked by old codes, which shielded me in one world and then chained me in the next.” Coates grew up in the tough neighborhood of West Baltimore, beaten into obedience by his father. “I was a capable boy, intelligent and well-liked,” he remembers, “but powerfully afraid.” His life changed dramatically at Howard University, where his father taught and from which several siblings graduated. Howard, he writes, “had always been one of the most critical gathering posts for black people.” He calls it The Mecca, and its faculty and his fellow students expanded his horizons, helping him to understand “that the black world was its own thing, more than a photo-negative of the people who believe they are white.” Coates refers repeatedly to whites’ insistence on their exclusive racial identity; he realizes now “that nothing so essentialist as race” divides people, but rather “the actual injury done by people intent on naming us, intent on believing that what they have named matters more than anything we could ever actually do.” After he married, the author’s world widened again in New York, and later in Paris, where he finally felt extricated from white America’s exploitative, consumerist dreams. He came to understand that “race” does not fully explain “the breach between the world and me,” yet race exerts a crucial force, and young blacks like his son are vulnerable and endangered by “majoritarian bandits.” Coates desperately wants his son to be able to live “apart from fear—even apart from me.”
This moving, potent testament might have been titled “Black Lives Matter.” Or: “An American Tragedy.”Pub Date: July 8, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-8129-9354-7
Page Count: 176
Publisher: Spiegel & Grau
Review Posted Online: May 5, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2015
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The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the...
Elie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children.
He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the "human holocaust" of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald his father's corpse is already cold let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions.
Pub Date: Jan. 16, 2006
ISBN: 0374500010
Page Count: 120
Publisher: Hill & Wang
Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2006
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