Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Reading Notes W16: Allende, Part X


Isabel Allende, “And of Clay Are We Created” (1223-1231)

Isabel Allende:
·         Born 1942
·         One of the known contemporary Latin American writers
·         Chilean novelist
·         Brought the tradition of magic realism to bear on women’s experience
·         “Allende has portrayed women’s spiritual lives in the context of the political world of her childhood and youth, adding a dimension to magic realism while bringing her a wide international audience” (1224).
·         Born in Peru

The Story:
·         Stage of her career where she chose more realism than magic
·         The title refers to a biblical passage that humans are said to be created of clay or earth.
·         This story reminds us of our shared humanity and our mortality.
·         Awareness of the poor and disenfranchised.
·         “Allende’s works provide a feminist perspective on the complex history of twentieth-century Latin America” (1225).

Some Quotes:
·         She had a first communion name, Azucena. Lily. In that vast cemetery where the odor of death was already attracting vultures from far away, and where the weeping of orphans and wails of the injured filled the air, the little girl obstinately clinging to life became the symbol of the tragedy” (1225). Azucena is a type of lilly (Madonna lilly or white lilly). A first communion name is a name that is often of a saint that is given at the first confirmation in the Catholic Church. The tragedy is possibly the eruption of Nevado Del Ruiz, in Columbia in 1985. The child is trapped in a mud slide caused by this eruption (mixed with roaring waters). It is a difficult situation.
·         “He added that it was impossible to remove all the corpses or count the thousands who had disappeared; the entire valley would be declared holy ground, and bishops would come to celebrate a solemn mass for the souls of the victims” (1231).
·         “He was Azucena; he was buried in the clayey mud; his terror was not the distant emotion of an almost forgotten childhood, it was a claw sunk in his throat” (1230). He felt helpless, stuck.

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