The library, and step on it!

FROM THE VAULTS:
Postcolonial Literature
Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys
Justice. I’ve heard that word. I tried it out. I wrote it down. I wrote it down several times and always it looked like a damn cold lie to me. There is no justice.
Foe, J.M. Coetzee
He does not know what freedom is. Freedom is a word, less than a word, a noise, one of the multitude of noises I make when I open my mouth.
Midnight’s Children, Salman Rushdie
Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems - but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems more and more incredible.
White Teeth, Zadie Smith
If religion is the opiate of the people, tradition is an even more sinister analgesic, simply because it rarely appears sinister. If religion is a tight band, a throbbing vein, and a needle, tradition is a far homelier concoction: poppy seeds ground into tea; a sweet cocoa drink laced with cocaine; the kind of thing your grandmother might have made.
New Collected Poems, Eavan Boland
Ireland was far away.And farther awayevery year.I was nearly an English child.I could list the English kings.I could place the famous battles.I was learning to recognizeGod’s grace in history.
A Bend in the River, V.S. Naipaul
The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.

FROM THE VAULTS:

Postcolonial Literature

Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys

Justice. I’ve heard that word. I tried it out. I wrote it down. I wrote it down several times and always it looked like a damn cold lie to me. There is no justice.

Foe, J.M. Coetzee

He does not know what freedom is. Freedom is a word, less than a word, a noise, one of the multitude of noises I make when I open my mouth.

Midnight’s Children, Salman Rushdie

Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems - but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems more and more incredible.

White Teeth, Zadie Smith

If religion is the opiate of the people, tradition is an even more sinister analgesic, simply because it rarely appears sinister. If religion is a tight band, a throbbing vein, and a needle, tradition is a far homelier concoction: poppy seeds ground into tea; a sweet cocoa drink laced with cocaine; the kind of thing your grandmother might have made.

New Collected Poems, Eavan Boland

Ireland was far away.
And farther away
every year.
I was nearly an English child.
I could list the English kings.
I could place the famous battles.
I was learning to recognize
God’s grace in history.

A Bend in the River, V.S. Naipaul

The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.

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