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Those of you who remember the Book Club discussion on 'The True History of Paradise", the author Miss Margaret Cezair Thompson has visited the boards today.
She has a new book out in October 2007, and has graciously shared a link to reviews and an except. Enjoy. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70409-waytogo.gif[/img]
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<span style="color: #FF0000"><span style='font-size: 17pt'>Summary</span></span>
“Back in America, little was known of my life in Jamaica,” wrote Errol Flynn.
In 1946, a storm-wrecked boat carrying Hollywood’s most famous swashbuckler shored up on the coast of Jamaica, and the glamorous world of 1940’s Hollywood converged with that of a small West Indian society. After a long and storied career on the silver screen, Errol Flynn spent much of the last years of his life on a small island off of Jamaica, throwing parties and sleeping with increasingly younger girls. Based on those years, The Pirate’s Daughter is the story of Ida, a local girl who has an affair with Flynn that produces a daughter, May, who meets her father but once.
Spanning two generations of women whose destinies become inextricably linked with the matinee idol’s, this lively novel tells the provocative history of a vanished era, of uncommon kinships, compelling attachments, betrayal and atonement in a paradisal, tropical setting. As adept with Jamaican vernacular as she is at revealing the internal machinations of a fading and bloated matinee idol, Margaret Cezair-Thompson weaves a saga of a mother and daughter finding their way in a nation struggling to rise to the challenge of independence.
<span style="color: #FF0000"><span style='font-size: 17pt'>Praise</span></span>
"There are books and then there are great books . Once in awhile, these days, a great book comes along that makes a bookseller proud to be a part of its success. The Kite Runner, The Life of Pi, and now The Pirate's Daughter. The Pirate's Daughter is a literary triumph that combines all the elements of a great novel: romance, intrigue, history, glamour and suspense. What an unforgettable masterpiece. I can't wait for the giant to awaken!" - Marva Allen, Hue-Man Bookstore (NY)
And: “What a great read!! It is perfect for the arm-chair traveler--or those who forget that we now need a passport for all out of the country travel. Thank goodness for this book. Cezair-Thompson lets us experience Jamaica post WWII through the establishment of the country--from the shipwreck off shore to the mountain top home of Uni. The characters who move the story along flesh out Jamaica's people and culture at this crossroads in its history. Here's hoping every Jamaican ex-pat finds this book. And haven't we all wanted to be pirates--at least for the burying and unearthing the treasure part. So the title invites us all in. The story we share of the pirate's daughter who eventually finds the treasure is rewarding.” - Mary Gay Shipley, That Bookstore in Blytheville (AR)
"I love The Pirate’s Daughter. The cultural melting pot of Jamaica against the celluloid backdrop of Errol Flynn and his Hollywood friends, young women and local workers on Navy Island provides the author with so much rich material. The Pirate’s Daughter brings to life a cast of remarkable characters who maneuver their way through cultures, real and imagined, families and classes looking for security and love...charms even the most hard hearted with her simple prose, authentic dialects, and heartbreaking look at dreams, both broken and realized in an era of stardom and glamour. I think you have a winner on your hands." - Sarah Bagby, Watermark Books (KS)
"Impossible to put down." - Lisa Casper, Tattered Cover Bookstore
"A treasure to read…A splendid adventure in reading and one that I would highly recommend for any armchair traveler." - Kathy L. Patrick, Founder of the Pulpwood Queens Book Clubs
"It's really hard to describe how thrilling it is to read such an original story.” - Valerie Koehler, Blue Willow Bookstore
"Margaret Cezair-Thompson writes a pirate story we can read unashamed on the beach or at the coffee-shop…" - Keri Holmes, The Kaleidoscope: Our Focus is You
"[T]he story was the kind that eats up a week of time and leaves you happier for having done so.” - Hans Weyandt, Micawbers
"[R]emarkably believable and engrossing....This is a book filled with the desire for adventure, unfulfilled romantic intentions, and a bold and startling history.”—Laura Hansen, Bookin' It
<span style='font-size: 17pt'><span style="color: #FF0000">Bio</span></span>
Margaret Cezair-Thompson is the author of a widely acclaimed previous novel, The True History of Paradise. Other publications include short fiction, essays, and articles in Callaloo, The Washington Post, Journal of Commonwealth Literature, Graham House Review, and Elle. Born in Jamaica, West Indies, she teaches literature and creative writing at Wellesley College.
<span style="color: #FF0000"><span style='font-size: 17pt'>Excerpt</span></span>
<span style='font-size: 11pt'>The swimming pool dazzled her. She walked over to the edge and gazed down. Ribbons of sunlight wavered across the bottom. She knelt down and put her hand in the water.
"Hullo?"
The voice startled her but she did not pull out her hand.
"You'll fall in if you're not careful."
She saw a man standing wet in the doorway with a towel around his waist and a drink in his hand.
He saw a child who looked white but who wore a loose, faded old dress like the kind the servants’ children wore. He noticed, however, that she had on a good pair of leather sandals. Where on earth had she come from?
"Who are you?" His voice rang out.
"May," she said, standing up, and then she remembered to say, "I’m Eli Joseph’s grand-daughter.”
She heard the crackle of ice as he lifted the glass to his lips. He studied her for a few more seconds.
"Well, come in then," he said and stood aside so she could come in.
Inside, the floor tiles were larger than any she'd ever seen and she believed that if she were to touch them they would feel cool against her palms. Some of them were wet from the man’s feet. Her eyes swept round and she took in everything quickly: the dark, polished railing of the stairway, a bar with high stools, and a huge brown leather couch where she sat down, a little embarrassed at how unsteadily she sank into it. The walls were white and bumpy, and there was an enormous painting of a black horse on the wall.
He studied her as he made himself another drink. His hands were shaking. The child’s resemblance to him was astounding.
"Where did you come from?" he asked.
"Port Antonio." He was not so white, she thought. She had seen whiter people. His tummy was big, almost like a pregnant woman, and she thought his chest looked a bit womanly too. He was almost as dark as her Lebanese grandfather was except for his very white feet. Was this him? The rich, handsome movie star everyone talked about who might be her father? Maybe not. She decided to question him.
"Where you come from?" she asked.
His eyebrows lifted in surprise, and he thought for a moment before answering her.
"Tasmania," he said.
She had never heard of it. She frowned.
"It’s an island far from here."
"Are you my father?"
He took a sip, put his drink down, and then walked over to the couch.
His weight threw her off balance when he sat beside her, and she almost toppled onto him. He was too close for her to look at without straining her neck, so she looked at her own feet.
He touched her hair. "And you just appear, like Peter Pan," he murmured.
She looked at him, not understanding. </span>
She has a new book out in October 2007, and has graciously shared a link to reviews and an except. Enjoy. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70409-waytogo.gif[/img]
Source
<span style="color: #FF0000"><span style='font-size: 17pt'>Summary</span></span>
“Back in America, little was known of my life in Jamaica,” wrote Errol Flynn.
In 1946, a storm-wrecked boat carrying Hollywood’s most famous swashbuckler shored up on the coast of Jamaica, and the glamorous world of 1940’s Hollywood converged with that of a small West Indian society. After a long and storied career on the silver screen, Errol Flynn spent much of the last years of his life on a small island off of Jamaica, throwing parties and sleeping with increasingly younger girls. Based on those years, The Pirate’s Daughter is the story of Ida, a local girl who has an affair with Flynn that produces a daughter, May, who meets her father but once.
Spanning two generations of women whose destinies become inextricably linked with the matinee idol’s, this lively novel tells the provocative history of a vanished era, of uncommon kinships, compelling attachments, betrayal and atonement in a paradisal, tropical setting. As adept with Jamaican vernacular as she is at revealing the internal machinations of a fading and bloated matinee idol, Margaret Cezair-Thompson weaves a saga of a mother and daughter finding their way in a nation struggling to rise to the challenge of independence.
<span style="color: #FF0000"><span style='font-size: 17pt'>Praise</span></span>
"There are books and then there are great books . Once in awhile, these days, a great book comes along that makes a bookseller proud to be a part of its success. The Kite Runner, The Life of Pi, and now The Pirate's Daughter. The Pirate's Daughter is a literary triumph that combines all the elements of a great novel: romance, intrigue, history, glamour and suspense. What an unforgettable masterpiece. I can't wait for the giant to awaken!" - Marva Allen, Hue-Man Bookstore (NY)
And: “What a great read!! It is perfect for the arm-chair traveler--or those who forget that we now need a passport for all out of the country travel. Thank goodness for this book. Cezair-Thompson lets us experience Jamaica post WWII through the establishment of the country--from the shipwreck off shore to the mountain top home of Uni. The characters who move the story along flesh out Jamaica's people and culture at this crossroads in its history. Here's hoping every Jamaican ex-pat finds this book. And haven't we all wanted to be pirates--at least for the burying and unearthing the treasure part. So the title invites us all in. The story we share of the pirate's daughter who eventually finds the treasure is rewarding.” - Mary Gay Shipley, That Bookstore in Blytheville (AR)
"I love The Pirate’s Daughter. The cultural melting pot of Jamaica against the celluloid backdrop of Errol Flynn and his Hollywood friends, young women and local workers on Navy Island provides the author with so much rich material. The Pirate’s Daughter brings to life a cast of remarkable characters who maneuver their way through cultures, real and imagined, families and classes looking for security and love...charms even the most hard hearted with her simple prose, authentic dialects, and heartbreaking look at dreams, both broken and realized in an era of stardom and glamour. I think you have a winner on your hands." - Sarah Bagby, Watermark Books (KS)
"Impossible to put down." - Lisa Casper, Tattered Cover Bookstore
"A treasure to read…A splendid adventure in reading and one that I would highly recommend for any armchair traveler." - Kathy L. Patrick, Founder of the Pulpwood Queens Book Clubs
"It's really hard to describe how thrilling it is to read such an original story.” - Valerie Koehler, Blue Willow Bookstore
"Margaret Cezair-Thompson writes a pirate story we can read unashamed on the beach or at the coffee-shop…" - Keri Holmes, The Kaleidoscope: Our Focus is You
"[T]he story was the kind that eats up a week of time and leaves you happier for having done so.” - Hans Weyandt, Micawbers
"[R]emarkably believable and engrossing....This is a book filled with the desire for adventure, unfulfilled romantic intentions, and a bold and startling history.”—Laura Hansen, Bookin' It
<span style='font-size: 17pt'><span style="color: #FF0000">Bio</span></span>
Margaret Cezair-Thompson is the author of a widely acclaimed previous novel, The True History of Paradise. Other publications include short fiction, essays, and articles in Callaloo, The Washington Post, Journal of Commonwealth Literature, Graham House Review, and Elle. Born in Jamaica, West Indies, she teaches literature and creative writing at Wellesley College.
<span style="color: #FF0000"><span style='font-size: 17pt'>Excerpt</span></span>
<span style='font-size: 11pt'>The swimming pool dazzled her. She walked over to the edge and gazed down. Ribbons of sunlight wavered across the bottom. She knelt down and put her hand in the water.
"Hullo?"
The voice startled her but she did not pull out her hand.
"You'll fall in if you're not careful."
She saw a man standing wet in the doorway with a towel around his waist and a drink in his hand.
He saw a child who looked white but who wore a loose, faded old dress like the kind the servants’ children wore. He noticed, however, that she had on a good pair of leather sandals. Where on earth had she come from?
"Who are you?" His voice rang out.
"May," she said, standing up, and then she remembered to say, "I’m Eli Joseph’s grand-daughter.”
She heard the crackle of ice as he lifted the glass to his lips. He studied her for a few more seconds.
"Well, come in then," he said and stood aside so she could come in.
Inside, the floor tiles were larger than any she'd ever seen and she believed that if she were to touch them they would feel cool against her palms. Some of them were wet from the man’s feet. Her eyes swept round and she took in everything quickly: the dark, polished railing of the stairway, a bar with high stools, and a huge brown leather couch where she sat down, a little embarrassed at how unsteadily she sank into it. The walls were white and bumpy, and there was an enormous painting of a black horse on the wall.
He studied her as he made himself another drink. His hands were shaking. The child’s resemblance to him was astounding.
"Where did you come from?" he asked.
"Port Antonio." He was not so white, she thought. She had seen whiter people. His tummy was big, almost like a pregnant woman, and she thought his chest looked a bit womanly too. He was almost as dark as her Lebanese grandfather was except for his very white feet. Was this him? The rich, handsome movie star everyone talked about who might be her father? Maybe not. She decided to question him.
"Where you come from?" she asked.
His eyebrows lifted in surprise, and he thought for a moment before answering her.
"Tasmania," he said.
She had never heard of it. She frowned.
"It’s an island far from here."
"Are you my father?"
He took a sip, put his drink down, and then walked over to the couch.
His weight threw her off balance when he sat beside her, and she almost toppled onto him. He was too close for her to look at without straining her neck, so she looked at her own feet.
He touched her hair. "And you just appear, like Peter Pan," he murmured.
She looked at him, not understanding. </span>
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