New Releases by Jamaica Kincaid

Cultessay over de schaduwkant van toerisme Wie als Europeaan naar Antigua reist, ziet een prachtig, tropisch eiland. Maar achter de idyllische stranden schuilen corruptie, vervallen scholen en ziekenhuizen, en de pijnlijke sporen van het koloniale verleden. Met scherpe eerlijkheid én liefde voor haar geboorte-eiland laat Kincaid voelen wat de koloniale erfenis en het toenemende toerisme betekenen voor de mensen die er wonen. 'Een krachtige en heldere aanklacht, die als een stortvloed over je heen komt.' – Salman Rushdie 'Een onweerstaanbare schrijver, rijk zonder opsmuk.' – Susan Sontag 'Een woedende hartenkreet.' – De Groene Amsterdammer 'Een van onze meest meedogenloze en levendige schrijvers.' – The New York Times

My ignorance was on my side. I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t know what to be afraid of. I did one thing, I did another. I did what I now call crashing about. One day I started to write. This collection of Jamaica Kincaid’s nonfiction writing, including early pieces from publications such as The New Yorker, The Village Voice, and Ms., proves what her admirers have always known: from the start, she has been a consummate stylist, and she has always been herself. From “Jamaica Kincaid’s New York,” which narrates her move to the city from Antigua at the age of sixteen and a half, to the classic “Biography of a Dress,” her cultural criticism, and her original thinking about the meaning of the garden, Kincaid writes about the world as she finds it, imparting her own quizzical, rapier-sharp response to whatever crosses her path. Putting Myself Together is a brilliant, trenchant, hilarious self-portrait of the artist and a testament to how this inimitable, self-created mind and spirit, endowed with wit, humor, and fearlessness, has become one of our greatest, most original writers.

La passione di Jamaica Kincaid per piante e fiori risale a quando, ancora bambina, mentre impara­va a leggere sulla Bibbia, ha esplorato il suo primo giardino, l’Eden. Scaturita prima che avesse fami­liarità «con quell’entità chiamata coscienza» e poi tenacemente coltivata, tale passione l’ha portata an­ni dopo a intraprendere in compagnia di tre bota­nici un viaggio sulle colline pedemontane dell’Hi­malaya, alla ricerca di semi da piantare nel suo giar­dino del Vermont. Tre settimane di faticoso cam­mino, fra paesaggi sempre mutevoli, di una bellez­za vertiginosa e allarmante – inquietanti strapiom­bi a pochi centimetri dai piedi, improvvisi sbalzi di temperatura, le onnipresenti sanguisughe, guerri­glieri maoisti mai indulgenti con chi proviene da­gli Stati Uniti –, che hanno dato vita a questo picco­lo libro, solo in apparenza diverso dai precedenti, dove la prosa di Kincaid conserva la stessa «sponta­neità sontuosa» che le aveva attribuito una volta, con calzante precisione, Susan Sontag. Una spon­taneità che le permette di gettare, anche se solo di sfuggita, uno sguardo radente sugli effetti perdu­ranti e duraturi del colonialismo, ma anche sul sen­so più nascosto dell’esistenza, in un ambiente che – come quello himalayano – annienta le nostre no­zioni di spazio e di tempo.

A unique collaboration from two of America’s leading artists that explores the fascinating and hidden history of the plant world. In this witty, deeply original book, the renowned novelist Jamaica Kincaid offers an ABC of the plants that define our world and reveals the often brutal history behind them. Kara Walker, one of America’s greatest visual artists, illustrates each entry with provocative, brilliant, enthralling, many-layered watercolors. There has never been a book like An Encyclopedia of Gardening for Colored Children—so inventive, surprising, and telling about what our gardens reveal.

Per molti Antigua è soltanto un’isola di spiagge bianchissime accarezzate dagli alisei, una per ciascun giorno dell’anno. Jamaica Kincaid, che ci è nata, ce ne mostra una faccia diversa. E, d’improvviso, è come se nello smalto verdeazzurro dei Caraibi si scoprisse una ferita in suppurazione, prodotta da politici predatori, interessati solo a perpetuare lo sfruttamento di chi, tanto tempo fa, colonizzò l’isola. Nulla riesce a contenere l’incalzare degli insulti che, con algida insofferenza, Jamaica Kincaid riversa su tutti, turisti compresi. Nulla riesce a placare il suo furore, neppure la consapevolezza che i discendenti dei colonizzatori siedono ormai «sul mucchio di immondizie della storia». Che il turista sprovveduto sfogli pure le pagine patinate delle solite guide: chi metterà in valigia questo scarno libretto scorgerà un’altra Antigua, che porta ancora i segni terribili di «una malattia europea» ma è finalmente «un luogo» ben distinto – e non il fondale per un dépliant pubblicitario. Come ha scritto Salman Rushdie, «Un posto piccolo» è «una lamentazione di grande forza e lucidità che si potrebbe definire torrenziale se il linguaggio non fosse controllato con tanta finezza».

In this travel memoir, the acclaimed novelist Jamaica Kincaid chronicles a three-week trek through Nepal, the spectacular and exotic Himalayan land, where she and her companions are gathering seeds for planting at home. The natural world and, in particular, plants and gardening are central to Kincaid's work; in addition to such novels as Annie John and Lucy, Kincaid is the author of My Garden (Book): a collection of essays about her love of cultivating plants and gardens throughout her life. Among Flowers intertwines meditations on nature and stunning descriptions of the Himalayan landscape with observations on the ironies, difficulties, and dangers of this magnificent journey. For Kincaid and three botanist friends, Nepal is a paradise, a place where a single day's hike can traverse climate zones, from subtropical to alpine, encompassing flora suitable for growing at their homes, from Wales to Vermont. Yet as she makes clear, there is far more to this foreign world than rhododendrons that grow thirty feet high. Danger, too, is a constant companion—and the leeches are the least of the worries. Unpredictable Maoist guerillas live in these perilous mountains, and when they do appear—as they do more than once—their enigmatic presence lingers long after they have melted back into the landscape. And Kincaid, who writes of the looming, lasting effects of colonialism in her works, necessarily explores the irony of her status as memsahib with Sherpas and bearers. A wonderful blend of introspective insight and beautifully rendered description, Among Flowers is a vivid, engrossing, and characteristically frank memoir from one of our most striking voices.

Jamaica Kincaids erster Garten war ein kleines Rechteck vor ihrem Haus in Vermont. Unter den erstaunten Blicken ihrer Nachbarn pflanzte sie dort alles, was ihr gefiel. In Mein Garten(Buch) geht sie ihrer Leidenschaft für das Gärtnern, ihren Vorlieben und den Quellen ihrer Inspiration auf den Grund, sinniert über Samenkataloge, legendäre Gärtnerinnen wie Gertrude Jekyll, berühmte Gärten wie den Monets in Giverny, englische Gartenkunst und die Farbe Gelb. Das Ergebnis ist ein sehr persönliches, mit leichter Hand geschriebenes, kluges Buch über den Garten, die darin wachsenden Pflanzen und diejenigen, die sich ihrer annehmen.

A beautifully illustrated story of three girls caught up in the most curious of mysteries. " Party has layers. It functions as a subtle message about what it means to witness horror to such a degree that we lose our language for it; it is a quiet story about coming of age, suddenly, as a young black girl because of what the world shows us. It is about the many words our silence can hold, the way our absences can ring as loudly and discordantly as the words we do feel able to say." — Literary Hub Three girls—Pam, Bess, and Sue—attend a party to celebrate the publication of the first of the Nancy Drew mystery books. There are many distractions at the fancy affair: flower arrangements, partygoers, refreshments, and lots and lots of marble. Suddenly, the oldest girl, Pam, sees what can only be described as something truly . . . bilious . . . not good! Bess sees it too. The youngest, Sue, does not, and as usual she has a hard time getting anyone to tell her anything. Party: A Mystery is a beautifully drawn adventure story that promises questions that will grab children, but does not guarantee an answer.

›Mein Bruder‹ erzählt von der Rückkehr Jamaica Kincaids in ihre karibische Heimat und von einem Abschied. Ihr Bruder Devon, ein Mensch mit charismatischer Ausstrahlung, ist an Aids erkrankt. Er stirbt mit 33 Jahren. Als Jamaica Kincaid nach Antigua kommt, ist es ein Eintauchen in all das, was sie als junge Frau zurückgelassen hat: die üppige Fülle der Karibik, hinter der sich ein hartes Leben verbirgt. Indem die Autorin ihrem sterbenden Bruder eine Stimme verleiht, gibt sie der Sehnsucht nach einem Leben Ausdruck, das mehr ist als die Bilanz seines Scheiterns. (Dieser Text bezieht sich auf eine frühere Ausgabe.)

Nel romanzo che segna il suo ritorno dopo dieci anni di silenzio, Jamaica Kincaid, ormai lontana dai Caraibi, ci racconta la storia di un matrimonio – un matrimonio fi­nito. Il suo, forse: l'epoca, la casa (nel Vermont), il marito (musicista), i figli (un maschio e una femmina), la professione della signora Sweet (scrittrice) corrispondono in tutto e per tutto alla vita reale dell'au­trice. Come sempre, tuttavia, la sua corrosiva, inconfondibile prosa è più estranea all'autobiografi­smo di quanto non appaia a prima vista: la stessa Kincaid ha del resto dichiarato che «il protagonista di questo romanzo è il Tempo». E si potrebbe aggiungere che un'au­ra mitologica e visionaria irradia da una narrazione che è come un'invettiva infuocata – e a tratti esilarante –, dove non a caso i figli della signora Sweet si chiamano Eracle e Persefone. Ma poiché la casa è "un carcere con la secondina dentro», la moglie "quella brutta strega arrivata con la nave delle banane» e il marito "così piccolo che a volte la gente ... lo scambiava per un roditore», ci renderemo conto, pagina dopo pagina, che la signora Sweet, proprio come la Xuela del­l'Auto­biografia di mia madre, è soprattutto un'a­bitante di quell'inferno interiore che Jamaica Kincaid sa raffigura­re in maniera inimitabile.

A marriage is revealed in all its joys and agonies. This piercing examination of the manifold ways in which the passing of time operates on the human consciousness unfolds gracefully, and Kincaid inhabits each of her characters as they move, in their own minds, between the present, the past, and the future--jacket.

Welcome to Ian Frazier's New York, a city more downtown than up, where every block is an event, and where the denizens are larger than life. Meet landlord extraordinaire Zvi Hugo Segal, and the man who climbed the World Trade Center, and an eighty-three-year-old typewriter repairman whose shop on Fulton Street has drawers full of umlauts. Learn the location of Manhattan's antipodes, and meander the length of Route 3 to New Jersey. Like his literary forbears Joseph Mitchell and A.J. Liebling, Frazier, in his bewitching, inimitable voice, makes us fall in love with America's greatest city all over again, the way he did, arriving as a young man from Hudson, Ohio. In classic evocations of the F train, Canal Street, and Prospect Park, Brooklyn, and in his iconic "Bags in Trees" essay, Frazier gives us New York again, in all its vital and human multiplicity.

The story of an ordinary man, his century, and his home: "Kincaid's most poetic and affecting novel to date" (Robert Antoni, The Washington Post Book World) Jamaica Kincaid's first obssession, the island of Antigua, comes vibrantly to life under the gaze of Mr. Potter, an illiterate taxi chauffeur who makes his living along the roads that pass through the only towns he has ever seen and the graveyard where he will be buried. The sun shines squarely overhead, the ocean lies on every side, and suppressed passion fills the air. Ignoring the legacy of his father, a poor fisherman, and his mother, who committed suicide, Mr. Potter struggles to live at ease amid his surroundings: to purchase a car, to have girlfriends, and to shake off the encumbrance of his daughters—one of whom will return to Antigua after he dies and tell his story with equal measures of distance and sympathy. In Mr. Potter, Kincaid breathes life into a figure unlike any other in contemporary fiction, an individual consciousness emerging gloriously out of an unexamined life.

Lucy has left the West Indies for a job in New York, but she discovers that her employers' perfect lives are not what they seem.

From " The Talk of the Town," Jamaica Kincaid's first impressions of snobbish, mobbish New York Talk Pieces is a collection of Jamaica Kincaid's original writing for the New Yorker's "Talk of the Town," composed during the time when she first came to the United States from Antigua, from 1978 to 1983. Kincaid found a unique voice, at once in sync with William Shawn's tone for the quintessential elite insider's magazine, and (though unsigned) all her own--wonderingly alive to the ironies and screwball details that characterized her adopted city. New York is a town that, in return, fast adopts those who embrace it, and in these early pieces Kincaid discovers many of its hilarious secrets and urban mannerisms. She meets Miss Jamaica, visiting from Kingston, and escorts the reader to the West Indian-American Day parade in Brooklyn; she sees Ed Koch don his "Cheshire-cat smile" and watches Tammy Wynette autograph a copy of Lattimore's Odyssey; she learns the worlds of publishing and partying, of fashion and popular music, and how to call a cauliflower a crudite. The book also records Kincaid's development as a young writer--the newcomer who sensitively records her impressions here takes root to become one of our most respected authors.

One of our finest writers on one of her greatest loves. Jamaica Kincaid's first garden in Vermont was a plot in the middle of her front lawn. There, to the consternation of more experienced friends, she planted only seeds of the flowers she liked best. In My Garden (Book) she gathers all she loves about gardening and plants, and examines it generously, passionately, and with sharp, idiosyncratic discrimination. Kincaid's affections are matched in intensity only by her dislikes. She loves spring and summer but cannot bring herself to love winter, for it hides the garden. She adores the rhododendron Jane Grant, and appreciates ordinary Blue Lake string beans, but abhors the Asiatic lily. The sources of her inspiration -- seed catalogues, the gardener Gertrude Jekyll, gardens like Monet's at Giverny -- are subjected to intense scrutiny. She also examines the idea of the garden on Antigua, where she grew up. My Garden (Book) is an intimate, playful, and penetrating book on gardens, the plants that fill them, and the persons who tend them.

Jamaica Kincaid's brother Devon Drew died of AIDS on January 19, 1996, at the age of thirty-three. Kincaid's incantatory, poetic, and often shockingly frank recounting of her brother's life and death is also a story of her family on the island of Antigua, a constellation centered on the powerful, sometimes threatening figure of the writer's mother. My Brother is an unblinking record of a life that ended too early, and it speaks volumes about the difficult truths at the heart of all families. My Brother is a 1997 National Book Award Finalist for Nonfiction.

A fictional account of a young girl's coming of age in Antigua, from a doted upon childhood to an adolescence fraught with events and alliances leading her away from mutual complacent acceptance.

A collection of stories which plunges the reader into an intensely physical world, partly remembered, partly divined: a childhood in the Caribbean, defined by fierce emotion and poverty co-existing uneasily with teatime, churchgoing and British schoolbooks about frostbitten chimney-sweeps.

" Ma mère est morte au moment où je suis née, aussi toute ma vie n'y a-t-il jamais rien eu entre moi et l'éternité; dans mon dos soufflait toujours un vent lugubre et noir. Je ne pouvais pas savoir, au début, que ce serait comme ça". Puissant, troublant et sensuel, Autobiographie de la ma mère est le roman d'une femme qui cherche à saisir l'essence même de la vie. Fille d'une mère caraïbe et d'un père métis pour lequel elle n'éprouve que peur, Xuela Claudette Richardson se replie dans une solitude hautaine, dans une frigidité implacable et superbe, hantée par l'impossible amour qu'elle éprouve pour sa mère disparue. Par son écriture limpide et incisive, Jamaica Kincaid, originaire des Petites Antilles, prête à ce destin désespéré, sans autre certitude que celle de la mort qui rôde dans " l'espace noir du monde ", sa voix de femme forte et singulière, dont la portée rejoint aux Etats-Unis celle de Toni Morrison.