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Illustrious Exile: Journal of my Sojourn in the West Indies by Robert Burns, Esq. Commenced on the first day of July 1786
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In 1786, the Scottish poet Robert Burns, penniless and needing to escape the consequences of his complicated love life, accepted the position of book-keeper on an estate in Jamaica. The success of his Poems chiefly in the Scottish Dialect made this escape unnecessary. Thus far is historical fact. In Andrew Lindsayâs novel, Burns indeed goes to Jamaica and then to the Dutch colony of Demerara where, into the world of sugar and slavery, he brought his propensity for falling in love, his humanity and his urge to write poetry. In 1997 a small mahogany chest is found in a Wai Wai Amerindian village in Guyana. It contains Burnsâ journal from 1786 to 1796, when he died.
Andrew Lindsayâs novel is a work of imaginative invention, poetic description and meticulous historical reconstruction. As a fellow Scot who has settled in Guyana, Lindsay brings an incomerâs fresh eye to the Caribbean landscape and imaginative insights into how Burns as a man of his times might have responded to slavery. Not least, Illustrious Exile contains some brilliant versions of Burnsâ poems, as written in the Caribbean.
About the Author
Andrew O. Lindsay was born in Scotland in 1946. He studied English at the University of St Andrews where he gained the degrees of MA and B.Phil. He spent his professional career at Madras College, St Andrews, much of the time as Principal Teacher of English. He was able to take early retirement in 2003, a move that allowed him to devote himself to writing full-time.
Andrew has always had a strong interest in the life and works of Robert Burns, and is a past president of St Andrews Burns Club, one of the oldest in Scotland. His partner Eve is a daughter of the late Denis Williams, the distinguished Guyanese archaeologist, author and artist, and Andrew now regards Guyana as his second home. The more he grew aware of the history of the once great Demerara sugar plantations, the more he became intrigued by Burnsâ virtual silence on the subject of the slave trade, particularly since the poet had seriously contemplated emigrating to the West Indies. The result was Illustrious Exile(2006).
He is a past winner of the Sloan Prize for Scots writing with a short story The Ken-Sign, which remains unpublished. He is currently gathering materials for a collection of short stories based on the varied experiences of âreturneesâ in Guyana. As a Scot in Guyana his own experiences raise issues of identity that he is exploring further in poetry and prose. (Courtesy of Peepal Tree Press)
Marie-Elena John is a former Africa development specialist. She and her husband and two children divide their time between Washington, D.C., and Antigua. This is her first novel. (Courtesy of HarperCollins)
Before the Legend: The Rise of Bob Marley
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Coinciding with the 25th Anniversary of Bob Marley's Death (May 11, 1981) NEW BOOK FROM AMISTAD/HARPERCOLLINS ISBN: 0060539917; On Sale: 05/02/2006; Format: Hardcover; Pages: 224; Bob Marley was a reggae superstar, a musical prophet who brought the sound of the Third World to the entire globe. Before the Legend: The Rise of Bob Marley goes beyond the myth of Marley to bring you the private side of a man few people ever really knew. Drawing from original interviews with the people closest to Marley -- including his widow, Rita, his mother, Cedella, his bandmate and childhood friend Bunny Wailer, his producer Chris Blackwell, and many others -- Legend paints an entirely fresh picture of one of the most enduring musical artists of our times. This is a portrait of the artist as a young man, from his birth in the tiny town of Nine Miles in the hills of Jamaica to the making of his debut international record, Catch a Fire. We see Marley on the tough streets of Trench Town before he found stardom, struggling to find his way in music, in love, and in life, and we take the wild ride with him to worldwide acceptance and adoration. From acclaimed journalist Christopher John Farley, the author of the bestselling biography of Aaliyah and the reporter who broke the story on Dave Chappelle's retreat to South Africa, Before the Legend is bursting with fresh insights into Marley and Jamaica, and is the definitive story of Marley's early days.
About the Author
Christopher John Farley was born in Kingston, Jamaica, and raised in Brockport, New York. He is a graduate of Harvard University and a former editor of the Harvard Lampoon. He is the author of the bestselling biography Aaliyah: More Than a Woman and the novels My Favorite War and Kingston by Starlight. He is also the coauthor of Martin Scorsese Presents the Blues. He has worked as an editor and pop-music critic at Time magazine and is currently an editor at the Wall Street Journal.
Muscular Learning: Cricket and Education in the Making of the British West Indies at the End of the 19th Century
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This study is a major contributopn to the debate on cricket and society in the West Indies. This book was written with passion and imagination and inspired by CLR James's masterpiece Beyond a Boundary. The book explores the role of theat quintessential imperial game-cricket and education in the shaping of identity in the former British West Indies from the latter years of slavery to 1900.
About the Author
Clem Seecharan is a Professor of Caribbean History and Head of Caribbean Studies at London Metropolitan University. He is the authour of the 2005 Elsa Goveia Prize winner Sweetening Bitter Sugar: Jock Campbell the Booker reformer in British Guiana 1934-1966.
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This may be the smallest fort ever constructed by the Dutch overseas. Kyk-Over-Al: the historic name of a small island, about 1.5 acres in size, is located at the junction of the Mazaruni and Cuyuni Rivers.
In the late 16th century, Europeans began to trade in the West Indies for salt, which was at that time a `luxuryâ in Europe. European trade goods were exchanged for indigenous products such as annatto, which was used as a dye in Europe.
However, the trade was not economically viable as the quantities of items supplied by the indigenous peoples were insufficient. Thus depots were built to collect and store produce until the arrival of the ships. Two depots, one at Nibie, a small village on the Abary Creek, and one on the Pomeroon River, were established for his purpose.
The latter was soon removed during the early part of the 17th century to a small island at the junction of the three rivers, Essequibo, Cuyuni and Mazaruni. A small fort armed with a few guns was constructed. It was named Fort Ter Hoogen in honour of an influential Dutchman. However, this appellation soon gave way to the descriptive name Kyk-Over-Al (See Over All).
The British governed the island in 1666 for a short period. However, it was recaptured and fortified by the Dutch. Activities reached a peak in 1670, when a great deal of trading was done with the local tribes.
By 1716, the island became overcrowded and this resulted in the decision to construct a new house for the Commadeur at Cartabo Point. Dutch administration was relocated to Fort Island, closer to the mouth of Essequibo River. In 1748, most of the buildings were demolished and the materials were used to construct a sugar mill at Plantation Duyenenburg, which was located along the Essequibo River.
During the boundary dispute of 1897 between Venezuela and the British Guiana, excavations of the foundations of the remaining ruins and the bricks of the lower course were undertaken to clarify the builders of the fort. The samples taken were analysed in England. These examinations revealed that the bricks used in the construction of the fort were of Dutch origin. This knowledge was used to substantiate the claim that the British had inherited territories formerly occupied by the Dutch.
In June 1910, the island was thoroughly cleared of its undergrowth by an order of Governor Sir Frederick Hodgson. Many parts of the fort, including the stone ramparts and brick pavements complete with relics of Dutch occupation such as canon balls, glass bottles and several clay tobacco pipes were unearthed.
The ruins revealed that the ground floor was used as a storehouse for food and goods received from the indigenous and a magazine. There were three rooms on the top floor - one for the soldiers, one for the Commandeur and the other for the Secretary of the colony of Essequibo.
Today, all that remains of the fort is a brick arch.
On July 20, 1999, the island was declared a National monument. This site is maintained and managed by the National Trust of Guyana.
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Isabel Adonis,Elizabeth Alleyne,Caz,CleanSlate,Cyril Dabydeen,David Dabydeen,Hope McMillian,Michaela V. McRae,Pertamber Persaud,Jeremy Poynting,Guoyan Rampersaud,James C. Richmond,Zaira Simone,Kamanie Singh,Jacqueline Ward,Wyc Williams
Before seven in the morning, the Miss Sybils were expected to clock in so that the new kind of better dressed and paid servants, like myself, could move off to their office shifts. We new people needing trade-skills like house-help, were not a class unfamiliar with the job ourselves. We had risen in families in which these very professions were bread-and-butter and foundation skills.
But trades-work was hard work, and there was a lot of humiliation associated with it. Parents were insulating their children from such hard living by teaching them a reverence for book-learning. They cautioned their children about the degradation inherent in looking back, and the offspring, being close enough to see for themselves, listened and learned well. Nevertheless, we younger generation of ordinary children, however far we got, remained with the smell of housework in our nostrils.
Women, for instance, knew by strict diligence to our own mothers, when behind the fridge was not cleaned. We read our books, but out of the corner of our eyes, watched every movement. Most of us had been trained on double-shift. Housework was considered an alternative if one's head could not take the books. In any case it was a necessary training ground for marriage.
But paradoxically in the midst of all its drudgery, knowing how to keep house had its own prestige. It was what gave a woman her "womanness." It was good bait to find a man, as well as the best ammunition to keep the worst of them from straying. Because no matter how much learning one got, the ability to do "more than boil water," was in the end what kept the home fires burning.
Besides, it could never go to waste or be lost. Knowing how to keep house was a useful and a vital survival skill. Every woman had to know how to do things herself. Just in case she did not have money or was left stranded, she had to know how to manage. There were even among us, women who could afford to pay house-help, yet did their own household chores just from bad habit! But the long and short of it was this: Which risen woman, however independent, could ever be caught not knowing how to cut and contrive, to make a dress, to darn, to sew, to make souse, to do everything? The coalbin was just a step on the other side of the years or of misfortune, whichever way she wanted to look at it.
So a woman like me who hired a domestic in her house was as expert at being a domestic as the domestic. I knew how to scrub a floor and mop. I knew where to look for dirt. It was just that I had neither time nor energy nor respect for the task to do it myself.
And this position between the hiring and hired was many a time a source of great conflict. Some did things differently in their house; some liked them done the way their mothers had taught them; some even liked to mix old ways and new ways; yet others liked to use their initiative. There were many bosses and experts in the kitchen. It was a fact that servant and mistress were as close as mother or sister but in different skins. And each needed no advice in controling the one thing she had learnt from small to control: her domestic precinct.
Each hated the job, but loved the autonomy of it. If a woman were negligent about keeping her house, she could lose control of it—which was something only people who had money could afford. Yet it was too much work; too much humiliation, she didn't want to do it. Each sought to escape, even if it meant going out to sell cloth in a store, going out to an office, going to commercial school, saying one was going out to learn to sew, or any of the various forms of escape, some of which were termed by older people as excuses for downright idleness.
And the stamp of the job was ingrained sometimes in the quick. The office worker, though she might dress differently, (and not always could she afford the clothes) if closely examined in the right places, from picking up the slack in her house, might look little different from the domestic. The difference was as simple as priorities and what each valued. One might skimp and save to send herself or her children to added classes; the other might simply buy a new dress each time the foreign fashions came down and think, to hell with the consequences.
Each to each was familiar, each of us was wary of the other; and the love-contempt each for each in the kitchen and outside of it was implicit.
Hiring of house-help contains many unexpressed attitudes between the sisters and the daughters and the mothers in the kitchen and the ones who are fighting to get out. But the bottom line is that wherever we stand, most of us want to remove ourselves from it. There are countless variables in the positions between us emergent family dependents. Servitude and moving up and the knowledge of the distance between them make for unwritten laws and codes. We women do not speak much about these relationships. But there is a lot of tug-of-war between us sisters who have relieved ourselves of the kitchen and those we have put in control of it. There are variables, like the differences in education and new ways of doing things versus old allegiances, that affect the relationships. All these issues are important, but not the least of them, is how they all relate to the actual fact of limited financial resources among those who only ostensibly appear to have some means, but indeed are little more than chained to false pride and slim privilege.
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