Monday 7, 2018
Today, I will you about an author who had written several novels,fiction and nonfiction. Kincaid was an only child was an only until she was nine,until she was nine, when the first of her three brothers was born. Until then she’d had the sole attention of her mother, so life changed dramatically thereafter and at 17 she left for America, severing ties with her family and did not return to Antigua for 20 years, though it resonated deep within her creativity.
.. Sonia had long, thick black hair that lay down flat on her arms and legs; and then running down the nape of her neck, down the middle of her back for as far as could be seen before it was swallowed up by her school uniform, was a line of the same long, thick black hair, only here it flared out as if a small breeze had come and parted it. At recess, I would buy her a sweet–something called a frozen joy–with money I had stolen from my mother’s purse, and then we would go and sit under a tree in our schoolyard. I would then stare and stare at her, narrowing and opening wide my eyes until she began to fidget under my gaze. Then I would pull at the hair on her arms and legs–gently at first, and then awfully hard, holding it up taut with the tips of my fingers until she cried out.(AJ, 7)
Annie John falls out of a “perfect harmony” with her mother when she rebels against her mother’s plans that she become a “young lady”:
Because of this young-lady business, instead of days spent in perfect harmony with my mother, I trailing in her footsteps, she showering down on me her kisses and affection and attention, I was now sent off to learn one thing and another. I was sent to someone who knew all about manners and how to meet and greet important people in the world. This woman soon asked me not to come again, since I could not resist making farting-like noises each time I had to practice a curtsy, it made the other girls laugh so. I was sent for piano lessons. The piano teacher, a shriveled-up old spinster from Lancashire, England, soon asked me not to come back, since I seemed unable to resist eating from the bowl of plums she had placed on the piano purely for decoration.(AJ, 27-28)
The trauma of the separation is not necessarily that Annie John’s mother arranges for them to spend time apart, but that she sends Annie John off to learn to conform to a colonial