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Abstract
A sea is large. If placed in the middle of it, you will feel the pull and tug of waves, each mounting swell adding volume to what is before and beneath you. Jamaica Kincaid’s writing can be a sea. Her narratives unfurl in the heave and thrust of thought curling back upon itself. Incidental descriptions may have the simple surface of account; but think twice because the emotional undertow of her work will take you elsewhere.
Recommended Citation
Shima, Alan, No beginning, no end: The legacy of absence in Jamaica Kincaid’s The autobiography of my mother, Kunapipi, 26(2), 2004.
Available at:https://ro.uow.edu.au/kunapipi/vol26/iss2/8