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Dominicana: A Tale of Oscillated Identities of Diasporic Existence

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    As the evening invade the avenue in James Joyce ’s Eveline; a ravenous world waits outside for Ana Cancion in Angie Cruz ’s  Dominicana –a multiply rejected novel by the editors turned into celebrated universally and shortlisted for the  2020 Women Prize for Fiction in competition with Bernardine Evaristo’s Girl, Woman, Other , Hilary Mantle’s The Mirror and the Light , Natalie Haynes’ A Thousand Ships , Maggie O’Farrell’s Hamnet , Jenny Offill’s Weather . Ms Cruz, in an interview with PEN , admitted her fascination she borrowed the impact of Evline’s ‘a wholly undesirable life, to Ana’s a transactional life, similarly, when I read ‘...a good country girl is what a man needs...’ and when Ana’s mama said, ‘may be with Juan we can all get the hell out’, the line first hit in my mind is ‘it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in a possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife’ from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice . The novel is a coming-of-age stor

Half a Century of The Bluest Eye: When White Insult Equates with Labour Pain

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                              In the fall of 1941 no marigolds grew at the rise of World War II in the United States of America, it was kept quiet, analogously, Toni Morrison (1931-2019) wrote “The Bluest Eye”, her workshop-born debut novel, in refutation of American black beauty in the fall of 1970, it was kept quiet, from her colleagues of Random Publishing House, New York, as well. Pecola Breedlove entered into adult life and embraced motherhood prematurely at the age of 11 whereas Morrison stepped on the field of fictional world maturely at the age of 39.  In 1965, it was the time of turmoil when the whole country was in civil disobedience against racial intolerance and segregation, on the road to abolition of Jim Crow laws that separated the American nation between white and black in the name of equality, it was the time of tranquillity when Ms Morrison, a divorcée , a single parent and immensely in deep solitude, delved into black literature (both African and African-American wri