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Praise for Edwidge Danticat
An enormously talented writer.
The Washington Post Book World
Her singular achievement is not to have remade the actual Haiti, but to have re-created it. She has wound the fabric of Haitian life into her work and made it accessible to a wide audience of Americans and other outsiders. [Danticat writes] with the immediacy of love.
The New York Times Book Review
More than a storyteller; shes a writer. Her voice is like an X-Acto knifeprecise, sharp and perfect for carving out small details.
Minneapolis Star Tribune
A marvelous writer, blending personal anecdotes, history and larger reflections.
San Francisco Chronicle
Danticat writes with a compassionate insight but without a trace of sentimentality. Her prose is energetic, her vision is clear.
The Miami Herald
Thomas Wolfe, shake hands with Edwidge Danticat, your spiritual heir.
Newsweek
Pure beguiling transformation.
Los Angeles Times
Danticats language is unadorned, but she uses it to forge intricate connections. The dexterity of her sympathy is an even match for her unflinching vision.
The Boston Globe
A fine and serious fiction writer who has slowly grown as an artist with each book she has written. Danticats subject matter is fascinating.
Chicago Tribune
[An] extraordinary talent in full flower.
The Huffington Post
Danticat has an emotional imagination capable of evoking empathy for both predator and prey.
Entertainment Weekly
A gifted novelist.
USA Today
Danticats sentences are sedate, graceful and unpretentious.
The Dallas Morning News
Edwidge Danticat
After the Dance
Edwidge Danticat is the author of numerous books, including Claire of the Sea Light, a New York Times notable book; Brother, Im Dying, a National Book Critics Circle Award winner and National Book Award finalist; Breath, Eyes, Memory, an Oprah Book Club selection; Krik? Krak!, a National Book Award finalist; The Farming of Bones, an American Book Award winner; and The Dew Breaker, a PEN/Faulkner Award finalist and winner of the inaugural Story Prize. The recipient of a MacArthur Fellowship, she has been published in The New Yorker, The New York Times, and elsewhere. She lives in Miami.
A LSO BY E DWIDGE D ANTICAT
F ICTION
Claire of the Sea Light
The Dew Breaker
The Farming of Bones
Krik? Krak!
Breath, Eyes, Memory
N ONFICTION
Create Dangerously: The Immigrant Artist at Work
Brother, Im Dying
F OR Y OUNG R EADERS
Anacaona, Golden Flower
Behind the Mountains
Eight Days
The Last Mapou
A S E DITOR
Haiti Noir 2
The Butterflys Way: Voices from the Haitian Dyaspora in the United States
The Beacon Best of 2000: Great Writing by Women and Men of All Colors and Cultures
Haiti Noir
Best American Essays 2011
FIRST VINTAGE DEPARTURES EDITION, APRIL 2015
Copyright 2002 by Edwidge Danticat
All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Vintage Books, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York, and distributed in Canada by Random House of Canada, a division of Penguin Random House Ltd., Toronto. Originally published in the United States by Crown Journeys, an imprint of Crown Publishers, the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York, in 2002.
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I took advantage of the break to edge my way into the crowd. The carnival bands had completely taken over every meter of the square. As had previously been announced, the most renowned ones from the South East were there. The musicians and dancers seemed to be camped out for the moment amidst their sleeping instruments: different types of drums, bamboo horns, conch shells, rattles, saxophones, flutes, cones, accordions. Here and there, under the trees, while eating and drinking, the Jacmelians began to tell stories.
R EN D EPESTRE ,
Hadriana dans tous mes rves
Jacmel 2001
C ARNIVAL C OUNTRY
D URING CARNIVAL J ACMEL is not a town or a city. It is a country, Michelet Divers, Jacmels best-known carnival expert, tells me over a tall glass of lemonade on the airy terrace of the Hotel de la Place, a three-story, white Victorian-style restaurant, bar, souvenir shop, and hotel in the Bel-Air section of Jacmel. The terrace has an eye-level view of a flamboyant-filled piazza, where young men straddle the low colonnaded walls to watch the bustling human and automobile traffic stream by.
I am here for my first national carnival. Since 1992, Divers explains, Jacmel has been hosting two carnivals on consecutive weekends, the national one, which draws people from all over Haiti and the Haitian diaspora, and the local one, which is primarily attended by the residents of Jacmel.
Everyone I have spoken to about my intention to attend the national carnival festivities this coming Sunday has recommended that I first speak to Divers. A stocky forty-seven-year-old with dark, wide-rimmed glasses, Divers is a radio commentator and former school principal. He is quick to point out that he is not the one who came up with the idea of temporary sovereignty for Jacmel, but that other Jacmelians would like to see the image of the southern coastal town of forty thousand, the Riviera of Haiti, the Ibiza of the Caribbeanas the Haitian tourist guides saydetached from the one that outsiders have of the rest of the country, particularly the capital, Port-au-Prince: dirt-poor, politically troubled, and certainly lacking any celebrations.
Jacmel is not like that, says Divers, especially during carnival.
A Jacmelian by birth and choice, Divers has written a book about the Jacmel carnivals (Le Carnaval Jacmelien) and this year is the cultural adviser for both. This means that he, along with other members of the carnival committee, gets to decide which musical bands, costumed groups, individuals, and animals will be allotted a coveted spot in Sundays colorful street parade.
I do not mention it to Divers, but this is the first time that I will be an active reveler at carnival in Haiti. I am worried that such an admission would appear strange to someone for whom carnival is one of lifes passions. A Haitian writer (me)even one whod left the country twenty years before, at age twelvewho has never been to carnival in her own country? I imagine him asking. What was that about?