Imagen del autor

Dedra Johnson

Autor de Sandrine's Letter to Tomorrow

1 Obra 38 Miembros 5 Reseñas 1 Preferidas

Obras de Dedra Johnson

Etiquetado

Conocimiento común

Miembros

Reseñas

The language in this book is lovely. I can't wait to see what she comes out with next - I think it will be better.
 
Denunciada
usefuljack | 4 reseñas más. | May 17, 2013 |
The language in this book is lovely. I can't wait to see what she comes out with next - I think it will be better.
 
Denunciada
usefuljack | 4 reseñas más. | May 17, 2013 |
Sandrine is coming of age in 1970's New Orleans.

All she wants is to be loved and cared for, but after Mamalita, her grandmother, dies, no one seems to want her. Her own mother, Shirleen doesn't seem to want her. She only seems to value Sandrine's labor, and hits her wth a paddle if everything isn't done to her satisfaction ... or if Sandrine speaks certan truths. Her father is a busy doctor who has room in his life for his mean-spirited new wife and her hapless young daughter, but seems to have no room for Sandrine.

After Mamalita's death, Sandrine comes to realize that Shirleen seems to actively hate her, even blaming her for the unwanted attention from adult men, which she is trying desperately to avoid. Sandrine feels she would be safer away from Shirleen and moves in with her father who has left his wife, but still has no time for Sandrine.

This was an outstanding debut novel. It was written in a strong, clear voice and told with such immediacy that it felt as if the author were telling her own story, which she most likely was. Whether or not she was, though, she did an excellent job of bringing the reader into her - or Sandrine's world.
… (más)
½
 
Denunciada
bookwoman247 | 4 reseñas más. | Feb 3, 2012 |
A nine-year-old girl wakes up on the morning she is to leave her mother’s New Orleans home. Sandrine Miller will spend the summer with her father, and she will visit her grandmother, who she adores most of all, who lets her bring the collard greens in from the garden, teaches her to make jam, takes her to the library for more of the books she loves. Sandrine can already feel the strength in her grandmother’s fingers working cornrows into her hair. Even so, anxiety dilutes Sandrine’s excitement: will her mother discover her? She is standing on a stool, wiping down the tops of the kitchen cabinets, early, before her mother (Sandrine hopes) is awake, righting an oversight, that, if caught, would be considered a grave one. Will her mother keep Sandrine in New Orleans as punishment?

“I stopped in the doorway, my clothes for the drive still on the floor where they had fallen off when Mama picked up the suitcases; I tucked the clothes under my arm. ‘You keep your mouth shut. He asks you about me or this house you just say ‘fine,’ hear me?’ When I left, she was muttering, ‘He don’t want to live with me, he don’t get to know what goes on in my goddamn house…’” (Pg. 3)

So begins Sandrine’s Letter to Tomorrow, Dedra Johnson's impeccable first novel, hopeful and hurtful by turns, where reader and narrator walk together along a path of prose that wends its way through Sandrine’s troubling childhood.

Through Sandrine we encounter the quandaries of adult authority, explore the specter of loneliness, and observe unusual resilience in the face of trouble, all of which compels us to examine questions of responsibility: of adults to children, of children to themselves, of readers to the characters they learn to love.

“Mama cooked breakfast every morning before work and I ate just enough to stop the pains in my stomach. Soon I’d be eating biscuits and grits and hard-rind bacon and homemade jelly every morning for the rest of my life. In church on Sunday I stood, kneeled, said words without thinking about them until it was time to go home and even though I usually couldn’t wait for Lent each year because once a week our class did the Stations of the Cross and I could look at the stained-glass windows showing the Mysteries up close, the paper-white Jesus, the drops of blood, Mary’s face turned up to heaven, begging God to save her son just for her, no other reason, just because she loved Him and wanted Him, I didn’t even glance at the windows and didn’t care about any of it. (Pgs. 67 – 68)”

We come to know Sandrine as we know the interior angles of our own assumptions. Yet we also know her as we know the child who sits beside our son at school, the girl we see, day in and day out, at the library, the one we caught once out on the sidewalk admonishing her sister. Dedra Johnson has affected a difficult, disconcerting, yet delicious writerly effect: the unreliable narrator. Sandrine tells us what’s happening, accurately renders her encounters, but does so in a voice that reflects a child’s vision of the world. It is us, Dedra Johnson’s readers, who recognize another layer of meaning; we know Sandrine’s challenges should not be hers to face alone. Thus we are bound to her, and to each other, by our concern: Will anyone step in? Are we the one’s who must do our best to help?

It is in this way we recognize the power of fiction—that it compels us to care for those who are, in fact, imagined, that it shows us the most difficult things and makes it possible to look. Fiction is a window through which we view the experience of others, those whose lives may be different from our own, but who we are drawn to through the fact of our mutual humanity. It is this gift that Dedra Johnson gives her readers: a character that elicits our compassion, who reminds us that that the power for change lies in what draws us beyond the borders of the self.

Carlin M. Wragg, Editor
Open Loop Press
… (más)
 
Denunciada
OpenLoopPress | 4 reseñas más. | Mar 9, 2009 |

Estadísticas

Obras
1
Miembros
38
Popularidad
#383,442
Valoración
4.0
Reseñas
5
ISBNs
2
Favorito
1