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Book SynopsisPatrick Chamoiseau first became known to the international literary world with Texaco, the vast and demanding novel that won France's prestigious Goncourt Prize in 1992. Less well known is the fact that Chamoiseau has written a number of extraordinary books about his childhood in Martinique. One of these, Creole Folktales, recreates in truly magical language the stories he heard as a child. Folktales with a twist, fairy tales with attitude, these stories are told in a language as savory as the spicy food so lovingly evoked within these pages.
The urchins, dowagers, ne'er-do-wells, and gluttons in these tales are filled with longing for the simple things in life: a full plate, a safe journey, a good night's sleep. But their world is haunted, and the material comforts we take for granted are the stuff of dreams for them, for there are always monsters waiting to snatch away their tasty bowl of stew—or even life itself.
Some of these monsters are familiar: the wicked hag, the envious neighbor, the deceitful suitor, the devil who gobbles up unwary souls. Others may be surprising, and their casual appearance in these tales makes them all the more frightening—like an unexpected glimpse into a fun-house mirror. But in contrast to these folktales' more fantastic creations, the white plantation owner and the slave ship's captain remind us that these are stories of survival in a colonized land.
A marvelous introduction to a world, both real and imaginary, that North Americans have ignored for far too long.
Trade Review"An engaging collection [of] darkly mischievous stories." —Mirabella
"Celebrated in Europe, [Chamoiseau] has been compared to modern masters like Joyce and Kafka . . . but his prose is more accurately described as Rabelaisian . . . Erudite. . . . Stupendously energetic. . . . A powerful artist." —
The New York Times Book Review"Chamoiseau is a writer of exceptional and original gifts whose prose is saturated with a kind of bemused gorgeousness, fermented in a broth of unexpected juxtapositions." —
The New York Times"Chamoiseau's language is a marvel of unexpected connections and casual exuberance . . . Not a word goes astray." —
Los Angeles Times
