June 18th, 2007 at 10:55 pm (Unschooling Life)
Browsing NPR today, I found a wonderful piece by Diana Abu-Jaber about Maxine Hong Kingston’s achingly beautiful The Woman Warrior: Memoirs of a Girlhood Among Ghosts. Click on the NPR link below to read the full article.
I flipped through it, curious. What was this? A novel, a collection, a memoir? I’d never encountered a book that made up so many of its own rules before. The Woman Warrior: Memoirs of a Girlhood Among Ghosts begins with the familiar words: “‘You must not tell anyone,’ my mother said, ‘what I am about to tell you …’” It goes on to tell the story of a pregnant, adulterous woman who is terrorized by her village, and it ends with her drowning in a well. The story traces the links of what it’s like for those of us who live between identities. |
Raised in an Arab-American family, I knew what it meant to feel both proud of my heritage and yet ashamed by the scent of garlic in my lunch. I was a stranger everywhere, neither fully Arab nor fully American. Hong Kingston understood this wild strangeness, using a kind of oral narrative — Chinese-American “talk-stories” — to address the brutality of family, the terror of women imprisoned by the bonds of tradition. |
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