Mulberry Street Stories: Kimbilio National Fiction Prize
Autor Mary Slechtaen Limba Engleză Paperback – 14 sep 2023
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781954245747
ISBN-10: 1954245742
Pagini: 190
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 13 mm
Greutate: 0.34 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
Seria Kimbilio National Fiction Prize
ISBN-10: 1954245742
Pagini: 190
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 13 mm
Greutate: 0.34 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
Seria Kimbilio National Fiction Prize
Recenzii
"Mary Slechta fills her stories with houses — both longed-for and haunted — and this collection delivers a compelling mix of place and imagination. The swimming pools, vegetable gardens, and street corners are populated with characters whose voices ring true. The stories of Mulberry Street first create a familiarity, then mix that feeling with surprise and anticipation. This evocative debut takes you there with stories that linger after an absorbing read."
—Ravi Howard
"Mulberry Street is a place of history, legend, and magic — a landscape where bellies talk and wishes are granted and ladies disappear into sidewalk cracks and hope ultimately blooms in the heaviest of hearts. Mary Slechta’s astounding collection follows in the footsteps of Sherwood Anderson’s Winesburg, Ohio and Maxine Clair’s Rattlebone, viewing the stories of Black people’s suffering and resilience through its own magical lens. Wildly inventive and engaging, Mulberry Street offers an illuminating vision of a Black past, present and future. A dazzling must-read!"
—Carolyn Ferrell, Judge for the 2021 Kimbilio National Fiction Prize and Author of Dear Miss Metropolitan: A Novel
—Ravi Howard
"Mulberry Street is a place of history, legend, and magic — a landscape where bellies talk and wishes are granted and ladies disappear into sidewalk cracks and hope ultimately blooms in the heaviest of hearts. Mary Slechta’s astounding collection follows in the footsteps of Sherwood Anderson’s Winesburg, Ohio and Maxine Clair’s Rattlebone, viewing the stories of Black people’s suffering and resilience through its own magical lens. Wildly inventive and engaging, Mulberry Street offers an illuminating vision of a Black past, present and future. A dazzling must-read!"
—Carolyn Ferrell, Judge for the 2021 Kimbilio National Fiction Prize and Author of Dear Miss Metropolitan: A Novel
Notă biografică
Mary McLaughlin Slechta grew up in a tiny world carved out of New England by southern African-Americans and Jamaicans. She is author of The Spoonmaker’s Diamond (Night Owl Press) and a poetry collection, Wreckage on a Watery Moon (FootHills). Her work appears in journals and anthologies including Mom Egg Review, Rattle, and Black Lives Have Always Mattered (2LeafPress), and is forthcoming in Jelly Bucket, midnight & indigo, and Best Small Fictions 2021. A Pushcart nominee, recipient of the Charlotte and Isidor Paiewonsky Prize from The Caribbean Writer, and two-time poet-in-residence at the Chautauqua Institution, she is a Kimbilio Fellow and editor with great weather for Media after a long career in education.
Extras
From The Flat World
It took courage to leap the chasm, but generations of children persisted. They had no choice, for their names were entered into the records. With hearts in their throats, they leapt. Through rain and sleet and snow, they leapt. Through dark of morning, hopscotching to a crumbling rock and withering flag. To pledge allegiance to a world that didn't exist. The indivisible one.
When the World was a scattershot of rocks, the upper block of Mulberry Street was a sliver floating in space. Untethered and unbalanced, the upper block held its tenuous position by tending to tilt downward, south to north. Sometimes at an angle that defied imagination, and sometimes with deadly consequences.
There were tragic stories of Big Wheels flying over the edge and children tumbling behind a puppy or escaping a pit bull. There were cautionary ones, too. A girl in pigtails, birthday gifts stacked to her eyeballs, chasing down a balloon. A boy, his cheek fat with a wad of gum or jaw breaker, last seen craning his neck toward the west, coveting the roundest, reddest lollipop at the edge of the world. All of them vanishing into the gaping chasm at the bottom of the block.It took courage to leap the chasm, but generations of children persisted. They had no choice, for their names were entered into the records. With hearts in their throats, they leapt. Through rain and sleet and snow, they leapt. Through dark of morning, hopscotching to a crumbling rock and withering flag. To pledge allegiance to a world that didn't exist. The indivisible one.