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Guyana Independence Day, Guyanese-Canadian author, Immigrants, Ken Puddicombe, Racial violence, Short stories about Guyanese immigrants, Short stories of Guyana’s pre-independence racial disturbances
On May 26, Guyana celebrates 51 years as an independent nation. Independence did not come easy. Worker strikes, riots, lootings, burnings, beatings, rape, and killings turned the coexistence of the country’s multi-ethnic population into a toxic stew of animosity and mistrust. The so-called “racial disturbances” of the 1960s drove hundreds from their homes. Those who could, fled overseas.
In his collection of sixteen short stories, Down Independence Boulevard And Other Stories, Guyanese-Canadian author Ken Puddicombe, who migrated to Canada in 1971, takes us within the homes of families faced with racial violence and upheaval. With the keen eyes of a master story teller, Puddicombe lays bare their ruptured lives and re-invention as immigrants in a foreign country.
In “Black Friday” – the day that the capital’s commercial district burned out of control – Augusto Dias, a widower with four sons, sobs at the total loss of his life’s work. The thirteen-year-old son has never seen his father cry.
“Sounds in the Night” takes us to a village in the bauxite mining region. Lata, a mother of four whose husband Rahim owns a barbershop, knows that something is amiss when dogs, chickens, cows, and donkeys sound the alarm—fire. When her neighbor warns her family to leave fast-fast before the crazed mob arrives at their doorstep, Lata hesitates. How could they leave everything for which they had worked so long and hard?
The flight overseas to escape the violence fractures families. Three of Lata’s children leave for Canada, England, and the USA. Their return to Guyana ten years later for their father’s funeral, recounted in “The Family Picture,” is a heartbreaking story of separation and loss.
Augusto’s sons also go their separate ways. During his final days, none of his sons are at his side. Only two sons return to attend his funeral. The brothers’ brief reunion in “The Return of the Prodigal” is a tale of regret and guilt.
In “A House Is Not a Home,” Muniram’s wife, Cassandra, leaves him in Guyana to migrate to Canada with their two children, one and five years old. Muniram joins them later. On his retirement, his wife and adult children do not share his dream of returning to the land of their birth. “[Dad], can’t you see that you can never go home? Home is here, now, in Canada,” his son tells him.
In the final seven stories, Puddicombe takes us to Canada and the United States. He is at his best in “The Last Straw,” where we meet Lata’s unhappy daughter, Zorina, in her Toronto home bought with money from her work as a seamstress. Her husband, his mother, and sisters treat her like a servant.
For other immigrants, financial success comes at a price—divorce and family disintegration. Childhood friendships turn sour. A deceptive father robs a loving daughter of a future she could have had. Illegal immigrant Ram Persaud – a former prison warden in Guyana turned mailman in New York City – risks exposure after his heroism during the 9/11 terrorist attack on the World Trade Center.
Racial violence disrupted the lives of the families living along the crater-filled Independence Boulevard – once a canal used for transporting punts of sugarcane to the factory – and sabotaged the future of the newborn nation.
Thanks for this review. Will buy the book. The world unfortunately focuses on just the rich and developed nations and we don’t hear much from the rest of the world.
Your review is beautifully written too!
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Thanks, Bindu 🙂
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Bindu; thanks for your interest. Hope you enjoy the book as much as Rosaliene seems to have done. The sixteen stories were written over a period of several years and a few of them were published in literary journals.
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During my career as a therapist I discovered that I heard so much sadness in my workday, I needed to limit my attention to those movies and books that compounded it in the rest of my time. Puddicome’s book sounds powerful, but is any of the darkness you describe relieved within one or more of the stories?
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I know the feeling, Dr. Stein. I enjoy reading detective and mystery novels to escape the sadness and pain that oftentimes threaten to drown me.
My favorite story, “The Last Straw,” has a powerful, engaging, and sweet vindication 🙂 Sorry, spoiler alert.
Puddicombe uses the colorful and humorous Jack Yusuff, a taxi driver who also lives on Independence Boulevard, to link the comings and goings, past and present, of the families on the boulevard.
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the Last Straw is also one of my favourites.
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Well written! I could tell with each stroke of your master’s brush 🙂
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Rosaliene, Sad, sad, sad, and seemingly so unnecessary. Unfortunately, I agree with Dr. Stein, above, as the world seems addicted to anger, regret, and sadness. I’m finding the same in science fiction, which I’ve been boning up on to help with my sci-fi novel, a perpetual work in progress that may see the light of day, soon. Not to ignore the suffering, but to get past it, to learn from it and move on, is my hope for our joint futures.
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I enjoy reading science fiction. I look forward to reading your novel. Keep on writing.
There’s much to be learned from Puddicombe’s short stories about what drives individuals and families to migrate to a foreign country, and what “home” really means to immigrants.
For older generations like Muniram in “You Can Never Go Home”: “Home is where you born, boy. It’s in the blood, in the DNA, yours and mine. It’s something you can never forget.”
For Augusto’s prodigal son, rejected by his father for killing his mother in childbirth: “[He] seemed destined to roam the world for the rest of his days, going from port to port, looking for something to explain why things turned out the way they did.”
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Rosaliene, The plight of immigrants–whether voluntary or not–seems especially relevant lately. Those forced out of their homelands by war, infrastructure, government manipulations, or natural disasters do wrench my heart. To feel so helpless in the face of it makes me feel like a failure. At the same time, I’m encouraged by the courage the survivors show, and this makes their stories especially inspiring.
The advantage of writing science fiction is it can open vistas of imagination about a brighter future. So far I have read little of that. We seem to be obsessed with dystopias, but maybe this reveals the cultural mind pollution some of us hope to overcome and dispel.
I contend home is not a place. This from someone who has returned to the place I grew up, but the world has changed so much in the interim that it doesn’t feel the same.
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“The advantage of writing science fiction is it can open vistas of imagination about a brighter future.”
~ I agree, Katharine. The challenges we face as a species are great, but there are always ways for us to change our self-destructive path.
The place I grew up has also changed. During my last visit in 2001, it no longer felt like home. I make my home in spaces where I can be myself among people I trust and love.
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I was going to comment in a harsh way, in appearance, but I think you made my point much more eloquently: ” I make my home in spaces where I can be myself among people I trust and love.” Though I eschew the “trust and love” part knowing that Earthians are the same no matter where you encounter them, including in my own heart – and would I trust myself to always and de-rigueur do what’s right? No.- I know this: that we have, as a global civilization, entered into a crisis condition red; that we have deliberately allowed ourselves to be psychologically manipulated into this condition. OK, start new sentence: despite some best efforts by some people willing to help the refugee/immigrant crisis, it is one that only those within this diaspora can deal with: the survivors. As time goes the refugee/immigrant condition is going to worsen and it will be up to the R/I’s to find the means to survive and adapt. Historically for the vast majority of R/I’s there is nothing to go back to. This has been the case throughout man’s history, and will continue, if “man” has a future. That too is now in the balance, and Maat is very unhappy.
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Sha’Tara, we are indeed an imperfect species in our capacity to hurt even those we trust and love. But we have to get back up and keep on working at being the best person we can be under our given circumstances.
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Indeed that is a given, for those who see/sense the necessity of it. We need to remember, like keeping a wood fire alive when lost in the winter Barrens, that those who see/sense and actually act on this necessity remain a small minority. It is so difficult for “people of good will” to accept the fact that they constitute an abnormal part of the Earthian species. Self empowerment can only proceed from acceptance of that realization. Just sayin’…
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Rosaliene, lucky for you that you have that. Home is perhaps a sense of belonging, and people provide that more than places do. Maybe that’s the true “home” of immigrants or other displaced people. If they have each other, and can appreciate that, they have a home, no matter how landless they are.
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such a mournful past
on the path of liberation
there in your country.
thank you for helping
people remember.
wishing victims gentle healing
and moments of contentment.
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Thanks, David. Like Muniram in Puddicombe’s story, there are many successful immigrants in the Guyanese diaspora who would like to return and contribute their expertise to taking Guyana forward. Sadly, the racial/ethnic political divide still persists.
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Reblogged this on Guyanese Online.
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Thanks for sharing, Cyril. I hope that my review will stir up more interest in Puddicombe’s short story collection among the Guyana Diaspora. Have a great week 🙂
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A masterfully written review. Would I read the book? Probably not as some of that is my own past (this life) and I don’t care to review it. In my case the entire immediate family ended up in Canada, and staying. There was nothing to return to. Make your home where you land, and if it happens to be better than the one you left, bonus.
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Sha’Tara, thanks for your praise of my review. It would seem from your comment that the immigrant experience is the same for us all, regardless of our country of origin. When there’s nothing to return to, you’re right in saying that we should make our new home the best it can be. The easier it becomes to open ourselves to new experiences and growth.
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An beautifully-written, poignant review, Rosaliene. It once again makes me wonder why people recreate and endure so much adversity and suffering generation after generation.
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Thanks, Carol. I believe it’s the nature of oppression. For a nation to heal there must be some form of public forgiveness and reconciliation. That doesn’t come easy.
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Independence never comes easy. The global corporate elites never do anything out of the goodness of their heart.
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So right, Dr. Bramhall. In the 1960s, the US didn’t want another communist Cuba in their backyard. The rising leftist East Indian party, headed by Dr. Cheddi Jagan, was an easy target. The British, for their part, didn’t want to lose their influence over the country.
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Thanks for all your interest. And thanks to Rosaliene for her review. The new novel (my fourth book) that i’m working on, will be situated in the Caribbean basin and I’m hoping to complete it by 2018. Research has already been done. It’s historical fiction.
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Ken, thanks for dropping by. I look forward to reading your next novel.
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Tried sending an electronic copy of the review by Kaseram but the file is too large. Do you or can you have access to DROPBOX? I can place it in there then you can access…let me know
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Sorry, Ken, I don’t have a Dropbox. Thanks for trying.
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PS: for a very concise and in-depth analysis of DOWN INDEPENDENCE BOULEVARD AND OTHER STORIES, if you happen to get hold of a copy of the 17th May edition of Indo Caribbean News, you will see the piece by Romeo Kaseram on page 17.
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Is the Indo Caribbean News available online? I would love to read Kaseram’s analysis.
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Rosaliene: There is a website but on accessing it, there is not much detail, especially I don’t see the review on it. I can send you an electronic copy of a photocopy that I took of it if you’d like…Ken
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I would appreciate that, thanks.
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Thank you for sharing this story about Guyana and its people.
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Thanks for dropping by 🙂
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Bindu, I’m so glad that you’ve enjoyed reading Puddicombe’s short story collection and for taking the time to write a review 🙂
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Bindu: that you have taken the time to write your review is much appreciated. Nothing can inspire a writer more than having his work commented on by readers. I look forward to hearing about your writing. If you’d like to explore a colonial experience further, Racing With The Rain would provide it as its equal parts historical, personal and fictional.
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Dear Ken, apologies for the late reply. I somehow missed your comment. Loved your book and learnt a lot about Guyana. For long the only association was through cricket. Thanks for the book suggestion. Will certainly read that one. I haven’t written my book yet :). Hope to do several of them soon. I am a very active blogger and blog at http://www.90rollsroyces.com.
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Bindu, this is not Ken Puddicombe’s blog; I’m not affiliated to him. I suggest you contact him directly through his website.
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