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Old Westbury, N.Y. : Feminist Press, [1981] c1959.
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Fiction. Literature. HTML: "An unforgettable novel, written with pride and anger, with rebellion and tears."�??Herald Tribune Book Review"Passionate, compelling . . . an impressive accomplishment."�??Saturday Review"Remarkable for its courage, its color, and its natural control."�??The New YorkerSelina's mother wants to stay in Brooklyn and earn enough money to buy a brownstone row house, but her father dreams only of returning to his island home. Torn between a romantic nostalgia for the past and a driving ambition for the future, Selina also faces the everyday burdens of poverty and racism. Written by and about an African-American woman, this coming-of-age story unfolds during the Depression and World War II. Its setting�??a close-knit community of immigrants from Barbados�??is drawn from the author's own experience, as are the lilting accents and vivid idioms of the characters' speech. Paule Marshall's 1959 novel was among the first to portray the inner life of a young female African-American, as well as depicting the cross-cultural conflict between West Indians and American blacks. It remains a vibrant, compelling tale of self-… (more)
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LibraryThing member flourish_leslie
I probably wouldn't have ever heard of Brown Girl, Brownstones if it hadn't been assigned for the African American Literature by Women course I'm taking this semester. However, it has a deserved place among novels about the immigrant experience and coming of age.
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The pages of Brown Girl, Brownstones fly by quickly, assisted by the realness of the characters' voices. I particularly enjoyed Marshall's use of Barbadian dialect, which helps to locate the novel in a particular time and place.
Brown Girl, Brownstones is an especially good choice for teenagers, but also for adults who are interested in stories set between the depression and the '50s.
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Selina Boyce from girlhood into college. In this time, Selina struggles over her allegiance to her father, Deighton, who romantically tries on careers in which he has no realistic future, and her mother, Silla, whose pragmatic obsession with purchasing their leased brownstone causes her to act ruthlessly. Between them and the outspoken cast of supporting characters, Selina has many options for how to model her own life.The pages of Brown Girl, Brownstones fly by quickly, assisted by the realness of the characters' voices. I particularly enjoyed Marshall's use of Barbadian dialect, which helps to locate the novel in a particular time and place.
Brown Girl, Brownstones is an especially good choice for teenagers, but also for adults who are interested in stories set between the depression and the '50s.
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LibraryThing member j-plant
I had mixed feelings about this book. I liked the book because of the fact that the plot tells the story of a family who comes from an impoverished, but pristine island nation to a place that is a lot less friendly and accepting. It describes how the mother of the family struggles to keep her
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family afloat in the face of racism, poverty, and the desire for upward mobility while the father of the family has delusions, negative impulses, selfishness, and other traits that seek to destroy everything that they worked for. I did not, however, like the fact that the writing style of this book doesn't challenge readers to think about the social issues that face immigrant societies. The writing style also seemed forgettable, as it did not push me, the reader, to explore additional books that describe West Indian culture. The book did not hold my interest. The main idea of this book details two central characters as they overcome difficulties from many fronts, including society and the people that are closest to them. Show Less
LibraryThing member burritapal
This is an engrossing story of a Brown girl and her family, and their life in Brooklyn NY, around the time of the start of WWII. Selina's mom and dad are from Barbados, having come to NY to better their lives. However, the father only dreams of returning, and will contribute nothing to the mom's
Selina, as she grows up, becomes painfully aware of the power of white people over her and those who share her skin color.
Author Marshall has a power of imagery that lets the reader see Selina's world: the scenery, houses, neighborhoods, people, their clothes, their mannerisms, their attitudes. These are easily visualized for the reader and you will be the more engrossed in her work for this art.
Selina, at the age of 18, talking with her boyfriend of the scorn she feels for young members of the Barbados business association, which her mother wants her to join:
" 'I don't care, I won't be like them!' she replied savagely, and angrily struck the water with her foot so that the spray burst in a white design before them and then dropped. 'I won't be cut out of the same piece of cloth.' 'And most people want just that,' he offered, his eyes shrouded and aloof again, his voice bland. 'Because who wants to be out here alone? Who can take it? Most people want to be one with the lowering herd, to be told, to be led. They gladly hand over themselves to do something... ' " p.228
Selina, the star of her dance club, performed a solo at a dance recital. Afterwards, a huera who sang in the choir accompanying the recital, invited the members of the club to her house. The mother, jealous of Selina's spotlight, calls her away from the rest of the dancers for a talk:
"But when she looked up and saw her reflection in those pair of eyes, she knew that the woman saw one thing above all Else. Those eyes were a Well - lighted mirror in which, for the first time, Selena truly saw -- with a sharp and shattering clarity--the full meaning of her black skin.
"And knowing was like dying -- like being poised on the rim of time when the heart's simple rhythm is syncopated and then silenced and the blood chills and congeals, when a pall passes in the dark wind over the eyes. In that instant of death, false and fleeting though it was, she was beyond hurt. And then, as swiftly, terror flared behind her eyes, terror that somehow, in some way, this woman, the frightened girl at the door, those others dancing down the hall, even Rachel, all, everywhere, sought to rob her of her substance and herself. The thrust of hate at that moment was strong enough to sweep the world and consume them. What had brought her to this place? To the shattering knowledge? And obscurely she knew: the part of her which had long hated her for her blackness and thus begrudged her every small success like the one tonight..." P. 250
Running away from the party, Selina collapses sobbing in the doorway of a closed shop, and seeing her reflection in the window next to her, tries unsuccessfully to smash it:…
"She peered shyly at her reflection--the way a child looks at himself in the mirror. And, in a sense, it was a discovery for her also. She was seeing, clearly for the first time, the image which the woman--and the ones like the woman--saw when they looked at her. What Clive had said must be true. Her dark face must be confused in their minds with what they feared most: with the night, symbol of their ancient fears, which seethed with sin and Harbored violence, which spawned the beast in its fen; with the heart of darkness within them and all its horror and fascination. The woman, confronted by her brash face, had sensed the arid place within herself and had sought absolution in cruelty. Like the night, she was to be feared, spurned, purified -- and always reminded of her darkness..." p.251
"She cried because, like all her kinsmen, she must somehow prevent it from destroying her inside and find a way for her real face to emerge."p.252
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dream of buying the brownstone they lease, and turning it into a rooming house. For Selina, whose Dad is her shining star, this creates destructive Dynamics in her world. Selina, as she grows up, becomes painfully aware of the power of white people over her and those who share her skin color.
Author Marshall has a power of imagery that lets the reader see Selina's world: the scenery, houses, neighborhoods, people, their clothes, their mannerisms, their attitudes. These are easily visualized for the reader and you will be the more engrossed in her work for this art.
Selina, at the age of 18, talking with her boyfriend of the scorn she feels for young members of the Barbados business association, which her mother wants her to join:
" 'I don't care, I won't be like them!' she replied savagely, and angrily struck the water with her foot so that the spray burst in a white design before them and then dropped. 'I won't be cut out of the same piece of cloth.' 'And most people want just that,' he offered, his eyes shrouded and aloof again, his voice bland. 'Because who wants to be out here alone? Who can take it? Most people want to be one with the lowering herd, to be told, to be led. They gladly hand over themselves to do something... ' " p.228
Selina, the star of her dance club, performed a solo at a dance recital. Afterwards, a huera who sang in the choir accompanying the recital, invited the members of the club to her house. The mother, jealous of Selina's spotlight, calls her away from the rest of the dancers for a talk:
"But when she looked up and saw her reflection in those pair of eyes, she knew that the woman saw one thing above all Else. Those eyes were a Well - lighted mirror in which, for the first time, Selena truly saw -- with a sharp and shattering clarity--the full meaning of her black skin.
"And knowing was like dying -- like being poised on the rim of time when the heart's simple rhythm is syncopated and then silenced and the blood chills and congeals, when a pall passes in the dark wind over the eyes. In that instant of death, false and fleeting though it was, she was beyond hurt. And then, as swiftly, terror flared behind her eyes, terror that somehow, in some way, this woman, the frightened girl at the door, those others dancing down the hall, even Rachel, all, everywhere, sought to rob her of her substance and herself. The thrust of hate at that moment was strong enough to sweep the world and consume them. What had brought her to this place? To the shattering knowledge? And obscurely she knew: the part of her which had long hated her for her blackness and thus begrudged her every small success like the one tonight..." P. 250
Running away from the party, Selina collapses sobbing in the doorway of a closed shop, and seeing her reflection in the window next to her, tries unsuccessfully to smash it:…
"She peered shyly at her reflection--the way a child looks at himself in the mirror. And, in a sense, it was a discovery for her also. She was seeing, clearly for the first time, the image which the woman--and the ones like the woman--saw when they looked at her. What Clive had said must be true. Her dark face must be confused in their minds with what they feared most: with the night, symbol of their ancient fears, which seethed with sin and Harbored violence, which spawned the beast in its fen; with the heart of darkness within them and all its horror and fascination. The woman, confronted by her brash face, had sensed the arid place within herself and had sought absolution in cruelty. Like the night, she was to be feared, spurned, purified -- and always reminded of her darkness..." p.251
"She cried because, like all her kinsmen, she must somehow prevent it from destroying her inside and find a way for her real face to emerge."p.252
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Original publication date
1959
Physical description
324 p.; 21 cm
ISBN
0912670967 / 9780912670966