Jean BuffongBesprekingen
Auteur van Under the Silk Cotton Tree
Besprekingen
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On the plus side, it was an excellent and evocative portrait of Caribbean island life, and that appears to have been the author's main purpose for the novel. She clearly loves her homeland, and with good reason. I think my dislike for the book was more a matter of personal preference than anything else. A part worth quoting, pages 46-47:
"The road sort of runs inside the belly of stools of bananas, sprinkled with countless fruit trees -- oranges, grapefruit, mangoes, almond -- all sort. In between you find a nutmeg tree laden with opened or half opened pods. The opened pods are like light pink lips slightly opened exposing the red mace and hard brown shell that encase the nutmeg itself. A cocoa tree covered with yellow fruit and the occasional sugar cane stalk adds to the natural tapestry. A crick, and a crack may disclose a donkey, lazily grazing beneath the twisting vines, or the bow bowing of a dog as it chases a manicou or mongoose. Everything merges into each other. The exotic mingled fragrance is like fermented alcohol. Inhale too long and you'll sure be drunk. With all that around you still have only to peep between the dancing leaves to your left to glimpse the twinkling starlike bluey-silvery waves of the sea."
With passages like that, this book cannot be all bad.