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256 pages, Paperback
First published November 1, 1937
Dressed in rags, dirty, half-starved, aggressive, cursing, and smoking cigarette butts, they were, in truth, the masters of the city, the ones who knew it completely, the ones who loved it completely, its posts.
Dora's hand touches him again. The sensation is different now. It's no longer a wave of desire. It's that feeling of good affection and security that his mother's hands gave him. […] No desire. Just happiness.
Pedro smiled. It was another one leaving. They wouldn't be boys all their lives... He knew quite well that they'd never seemed like children. Since very small, in the risky life on the streets, the Captains of the Sands were like men, were the equal of men. The only difference was in size. In everything else they were equal: they loved and pulled down black girls onto the sand from an early age, they stole in order to live, like the thieves of the city. When they were caught, they were beaten like men. Sometimes they made armed attacks, like the most feared bandits in Bahia. Nor did they talk like children either, they talked like men. They felt the same as men.In the other works by Amado I had read, I kept feeling myself being drawn into this half Christian/half Pagan world, where the tug between the Church and the Իdzé omnipresent. The Church is mostly on the side of the rich spinsters who keep it in gold and silver, while the Իdzé, and African priestesses like Don'Aninha walk and live side by side with the poor. Amado's Bahia is incredibly rich, and it keeps growing on the reader.