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400 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2001
What was it that enabled people to give their lives for an idea, for the freedom of others?I made the mistake of starting this close enough to the onslaught of my winter school session to make an eight day work take two months, but now that I know I'm capable of dipping back into something over such a stretched period, it's since become a valuable experience. It would have been one even without my inadvertent multitasking exercise supreme, for when someone like me is able to check off autobiography, translation, woman of color, revolution, poetry, literature, and the US rendered as the menace that is all in the same work, they'll do what I'm doing now and give studying for finals the finger long enough to both finish and properly reminisce. It's the sort of work that, when resurfacing from the classrooms of Chaucer and Austen and Shakespeare and Evans/Eliot, is flat out surreal, what with the politics and the market limitations and the ridiculous number of contemporary assumptions made about what can exist when and how many at one time. This is immeasurably compounded by the likes of being displayed on bookstores, fifteen years after this particular publication of Belli's and all within my lifetime. I can understand why the status quo's uncomfortable. Shit moves fast when it hasn't been doing so since the day you were born.
It's outrageous to think that knowledge is only for those who can pay for it.Despite the tremendously high rating this book enjoys, I'm sure there are those out there ruining this work for others because Giocanda Belli's not a saint or chaste or romantically faithful or consistent to any other principles than her own sense of ethics on a national, global, and literary scale. Others may pin her with the "fiery/spicy/I don't even know what other food metaphors are thrown into this" Latin stereotype instead, which let me tell you will really interfere with your comprehension of all the history and political machinations she'll be throwing at from half a century of personal lens and a couple more of familial/Nicaraguan history. I came to this work knowing bits and pieces about Reagan and the Iran-Contra scandal and a couple students in a community college class who were worried about their family back home, and left blessed with a better grip on yet another part of the world than I could have ever hoped for. Also, famous literary people! Famous thinker people! Famous historical events that didn't make sense until surrounded by the deeply personal context of someone who not only lived through them but helped bring the best of them to fruition! I was in heaven.
[A] war can be won with any class of people, but a fair, ethical system of government cannot be put in place if the people who take it upon themselves to do it lack those qualities, or sacrifice those values along the way.I could start dragging in business about Marxism and the Monroe Doctrine and the particularly Latin American/Nicaraguan brand of gender politics, but writer burnout combined with my Austen final calling with a vengeance means this review has come to a close. I gotta say, though: there's something supremely invigorating about people who take what they need from the hardcore effort of resisting oppression, pay little heed to those who would excise them from the classical lit and the history books, and are still kicking when I get around to reading and reviewing their works.
Another circle had closed. I too had fought for this, fought so my daughters could, as Che said, "deeply feel any injustice committed against any human being anywhere in the world."
There are those who fight for a day
and they are good.
There are those who fight for a year
and they are better.
There are those who fight for many years
they are better still.
But there are those fight their whole lives:
These are the indispensible ones.