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...third couple of the story, Mariko and Maritha, Thiong’o examines the ways in which Christianity impacts Africa. Mariko and Maritha are devout Christians whose problem is not one of violence. In fact, they have been happy partners for so many years that their fellow townsmen see them as twins. Society is shocked when they start coming before congregation every week to confess their secret lusts. Questions abound, both in the minds of the congregation and in the mind of the reader. Have Mariko and Maritha tended to their souls and neglected the needs of their bodies? Does...
...early as March 9 a 'legger visited Mr. Curtis with information purportedly from the kidnappers. Mr. Curtis was unable to reach Col. Lindbergh himself, so he enlisted the aid of two fellow townsmen who knew the family. The triumvirate repeatedly maintained that they were dealing with a different group from the one which "Jafsie" Condon encountered. Cols. Lindbergh and Breckinridge appeared to put most faith in the "Jafsie" trail. With Mr. Curtis and Mr. Dobson-Peacock operating last week in the same area as Col. Lindbergh, there was inference that the two trails were beginning to converge...
...once shot the mustache off a man named Brewer. So testifies writer Peter Matthiessen in Killing Mister Watson, the first of three dense, fascinating novels centering on a turn-of-the-century Florida cane planter, brawler and gunman who was shot to death in 1910 by a posse of townsmen...
...sequel, a second swat at an obsession that has buzzed around the author's head for a decade or more. Killing Mister Watson, published in 1990, was Matthiessen's impressive, exasperating novel about the shooting, in 1910, of a man named E. J. Watson, by a mob of angry townsmen in southwest Florida. Was Watson a hardworking planter and family man who paid his bills and helped his neighbors, or a bar brawler and casual gunman who killed his hired hands rather than pay them at the end of the cane-cutting season? Or was he both...
...pond; an even smaller pond today, with fewer than 400 residents. I look around for the train station, but it's not there. No tracks, either; they were ripped up "Oh, quite a few years ago now." A big prosperous food-canning factory that my grandfather and some other townsmen started in the '20s petered out, I learn, in the early '70s. A steel- fabricating plant operated there for a few years, then went belly up, and now a toxic-waste cleanup putters along in a clutter of rusted metal. Ellsworth Lake is still where it was when my father...