International Studies in Honor of Tom‡s RiveraArte Publico Press, 1 ม.ค. 1986 - 200 หน้า Tom‡s Rivera, author of the award-winning novel Éy no se lo trag— la tierra, passed away in 1985 and is commemorated in recollections by Rolando Hinojosa and AmŽrico Paredes and studies of his prose and poetry by leading critics of Chicano literature. |
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... labyrinth , the other , memory , discovery and volition , and applies them to his novel and his epic poem " The Searchers " as instrumental in " The Search for Being , Identity and Form . " With Rivera's novel , I compare the opening ...
... labyrinth , the other , memory , discovery and volition , and applies them to his novel and his epic poem " The Searchers " as instrumental in " The Search for Being , Identity and Form . " With Rivera's novel , I compare the opening ...
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... the protago- nists , and in which the house serves as labyrinth and center of conscious- ness . The differences consist in the point of view , which in Mango Street is consistently that of the young girl , and the 10.
... the protago- nists , and in which the house serves as labyrinth and center of conscious- ness . The differences consist in the point of view , which in Mango Street is consistently that of the young girl , and the 10.
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หน้า 115 - At school they say my name funny as if the syllables were made out of tin and hurt the roof of your mouth. But in Spanish my name is made out of a softer something like silver, not quite as thick as sister's name Magdalena which is uglier than mine.
หน้า 43 - Deeds which populate the dimensions of space and which reach their end when someone dies may cause us wonderment, but one thing, or an infinite number of things, dies in every final agony, unless there is a universal memory as the theosophists have conjectured.
หน้า 115 - I would like to baptize myself under a new name, a name more like the real me, the one nobody sees. Esperanza as Lisandra or Maritza or Zeze the X. Yes. Something like Zeze the X will do.
หน้า 115 - In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too many letters. It means sadness, it means waiting. It is like the number nine. A muddy color. It is the Mexican records my father plays on Sunday mornings when he is shaving, songs like sobbing. It was my great-grandmother's name and now it is mine. She was a horse woman too, born like me in the Chinese year of the horse — which is supposed to be bad luck if you're born female — but I think this is a Chinese lie because the Chinese, like the...
หน้า 116 - They all lied. All the books and magazines, everything that told it wrong. Only his dirty fingernails against my skin, only his sour smell again.
หน้า 68 - s what I needed to do, hide, so that I could come to understand a lot of things. From now on, all I have to do is to come here, in the dark, and think about them. And I have so much to think about and I'm missing so many years. I think today what I wanted to do was recall this past year. And that 's just one year.
หน้า 116 - Everything is holding its breath inside me. Everything is waiting to explode like Christmas. I want to be all new and shiny. I want to sit out bad at night, a boy around my neck and the wind under my skirt.
หน้า 117 - They will not know I have gone away to come back. For the ones I left behind. For the ones who cannot out.
หน้า 181 - His death was an insult porque no murio en accion — no lo mataron los vatos, ni los gooks en Korea. He died alone in a rented room — perhaps like in a Bogard movie.