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Amerinidians in Guyana, Guyana's Tropical Rainforest, Mabaruma/Barima-Waini Region/Guyana, Magical Realism, Moths, Writing Craft
When I began working on The Twisted Circle, over forty-seven years had passed since the year I had worked in Guyana’s northwest region. Yet, I could still visualize the convent in Santa Cruz (fictitious name) and the secondary school in Mabaruma, the administrative center of what is now known as the Barima-Waini Region. I recall the lethargy I felt during the first month or so as my body adjusted to the high humidity of the tropical rainforest. I recall awakening to the howls of baboons on my first morning in my new home. Later, I learned to discern the groans of the jaguars.
At the time, there was no electricity in the Santa Cruz Amerindian village. When darkness descended at six o’clock, our two Jesuit parish priests in the presbytery, located on the top of the Santa Cruz hill, turned on their generator that supplied energy to the presbytery, church, and convent. Lights went out at ten o’clock at night. The convent had a refrigerator that ran on kerosene oil. It was so old that it did not preserve food very well. Potable water came from a large wooden cistern in the backyard.
My only existing record of the year I spent at the Santa Cruz convent is an unlined school notebook with crayon drawings of the variety of moths that visited my room at nighttime. The setting would not be complete without them. Below are a few of my drawings of my nightly visitors.

While my Amerindian students taught me a new appreciation and respect for the creatures large and small, I was never able to feel at home and connected with the forest like my characters in The Twisted Circle. During a one-hour walk home from Mabaruma to Santa Cruz—along the deserted red dirt road, flanked by bushes and trees—I had never before felt so alone in the world. Just me, a soul in distress, and my God.
British Policy Towards the Amerindians in British Guiana, 1803-1873 by Mary Noel Menezes, first published in 1977, provided the historical context of the role of Christian missionaries in the civilization and Christianization of the region’s indigenous peoples. It was not an easy enterprise. To endure the harsh living conditions and isolation from the civilized world, the missionary had to be a pious and zealous man. Building schools for the children was considered the best method of passing on Christian teachings and behavior to the natives. Teaching them to communicate in English also became imperative and practical.
Accepting the Christian God and “civilized” Christian behavior did not mean an end to the centuries-old native belief system in which non-humans, including animals, also possessed souls. The Animism and Folklore of the Guiana Indians by Walter E. Roth, first published in 1915, proved an invaluable source in adding a deeper layer of magical realism to the setting of the novel. Arriving in British Guiana in 1907 to take up the post of Protector of Indians in what he described as “the mosquito-cursed district of the Pomeroon” in the northwest region, Walter Roth (1861-1933) devoted his spare time to an ethnographical survey of the native tribes in the region. He recorded legends mainly from Arawak, Carib, and Warrau sources—the very three tribes that populate The Twisted Circle. The Bush or Forest Spirits, described in the native folklore, came alive in my imagination.
For the complete list of books, reports, research papers, and other materials used for creating the setting and characters of the novel, see “Selected Research Resources for The Twisted Circle.”
Every nationality of the white man has tried to stamp out the native culture, but hopefully the British also introduced many other more positive things to the colony.
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Without a doubt, John. At an individual level, there were several British priests and nuns who made great contributions to the betterment of the lives of the Guyanese people.
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What an evocative read! You brought it to life so vividly! And I see that you are as good an illustrator as a writer!!!
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Thanks very much, Colin! The illustrations were done during the year that I lived in the region. The butterflies and moths have their own special roles in my novel.
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Clearly you are a lady generously endowed with talent!! I was particularly struck by your description of nightfall and only darkness but for the moon and the glow of kerosene lamps 🙂
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Thanks for your kind words, Colin 🙂 Here’s hoping that readers become immersed in the jungle setting when reading The Twisted Circle.
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You are so welcome! Yes!!! I wish you every success with it! 🙂
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Colin, may your wishes come to fruition 🙂
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Thank you so much … and yours too!!! 🙂 🙂
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Captivating, evocative, writing. Good drawings, too
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Thanks very much, Derrick 🙂
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I have a feeling that your life story, Rosaliene, would also make a remarkable book.
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Thanks very much, Dr. Stein. My current writing project on women, a work of creative non-fiction, will be semi-autobiographical.
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Hi. Did you ever walk on that road in the dark?
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Never, Neil! That would’ve been suicidal, considering that the jaguar and other wild animals hunted at night.
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I love your descriptions of the area! It’s also interesting to learn European colonization played out in different areas of the world and how that influenced culture far down the line
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So glad you love my description, TCK. Guyana was first colonized by the Dutch who introduced African slaves and entirely changed the coastal region that persists to this day. The French took control of the territory for a short time, leaving us with numerous plantations/villages with French names. After several attempts to seize control over the territories, the British finally gained control in 1831 and established what was then called British Guiana.
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Your reportage on British Guiana, Rosaliene, is really very interesting and touching!:) Many thanks and best wishes Martina
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Thanks for reading, Martina. Best wishes to you, too 🙂
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Beautiful, Rosaliene. I am going to put your book on my book group’s reading list.
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How wonderful of you, Kim! I hope that you and your group enjoy the read. Thank you 🙂
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You are a good artist despite that moths are small creatures!
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Thanks for the compliment. I made note of their size with the hope of one day painting a collage.
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Good article with great historical reference. The French influence is sadly skimmed over in Guyana’s history. I grew up in the Georgetown suburb of La Penitence which has an obvious French connotation. The large GT cemetery of Le Repentir is another example.
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So true, Ken. In November 2013, I featured the poem “Approaching Le Repentir II: Plantation of Grief” from the poetry collection, The Journey to Le Repentir, by Guyanese poet and fiction writer Mark McWatt.
See https://rosalienebacchus.com/writer/Poetry_November2013.html
In the book’s Introduction, McWatt notes that the narrative sequence of “Le Repentir,” the final section of the book, “concerns the story of Pierre Louis De Saffon (1724-1784), a Frenchman who accidentally killed his brother in a duel and ended up in exile in Demerara. He eventually purchased two sugar plantations which he named La Penitence and Le Repentir to signify his guilt and penance for his sin of fratricide.”
In The Twisted Circle, I use the Spanish version ‘Penitencia’ – since this region of Guyana was once occupied by Spain – as the fictitious name of the small town that personifies Sister Frances Adler’s guilt for her brother’s death.
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Rosaliene, a fascinating insight into your novel, setting, its people and your year there! You paint a remarkable picture of not only the sights but also the sounds. I wonder what baboon sounds like?
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Thanks, Annika. Here’s a video clip of a barking baboon. Multiply that sound by several baboons resounding in the stillness of the early morning. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwTL_cPasPk
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Yikes! I’ve got goosebumps, that is a spooky sound and that would be a shock to be woken to a cacophony of these!
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I must confess that the noise did frighten me during the first week. As time went on, I got accustomed to the sounds of the surrounding forest.
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Again, thank you for sharing a part of your life and adventures!!… I will purchase the book in the near future!… it is sad that there are elements of world’s societies that try to create their own world in the name of something, usually at the expense of others… instead of understanding and accepting people as they are and wish to believe… 🙂
Until we meet again..
May the sun shine all day long
Everything go right, nothing go wrong
May those you love bring love back to you
And may all the wishes you wish come true
(Irish Saying)
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Dutch, I appreciate your continued support of my work ❤ Though you will see little about the Vietnam War in my novel, I submerged myself in reading about the war in order to tap into the anger, grief, loss, and guilt of the antagonist, American Sister Frances Adler, following the death of her brother, a Vietnam veteran.
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Looking at the photo of the red road, I imagine I would feel more comfortable on a forest path with trees overhead. But then I’ve never had to worry about jaguars. .I do believe anmials have souls and like to explore the meshing of Christianity with value of animals, trees, and the planet. Maybe St. Francis or Celtic Christians would understand? That bush or Forest Spirits came alive in your imagination sounds exciting. Oh, and I love that you still have the moth drawings.
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JoAnna, the tropical rainforest is much denser than the forest path with trees overhead that you’re familiar with. The respect my Amerindian students had for nature came home to me the day I found a bat hanging from the back of a blackboard. I am no lover of bats. The boy that came to my rescue simply reached for the creature, cradled it in his hands, and released it outdoors. My notebook with the moth drawings is all that I have of that year lived in the region.
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Thank you for this wonderful and kind story about the bat and the boy. ❤
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Glad you liked it, JoAnna 🙂
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Love your moth drawings and the detailed descriptions in the text. My glowing review of your book will post tomorrow 8 am CST on Fake Flamenco. Olé!
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Thanks very much, Rebecca! I look forward to reading and sharing your review.
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Sorry, I jumped the gun – the review will post Thursday at 8 am! 9/9
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I’ll be on the lookout, Rebecca 🙂
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This post reminds me of one of my favorite (and most disturbing) movies, The Mission, with Robert Dinero and Jeremy Irons, basically a story about the Catholic church trying to convert the native tribes rather than live and let live as they should have. If you haven’t seen it, I know you would appreciate it on many levels.
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Pam, thanks for mentioning the film. I see that it’s available on Prime Video and will be watching it this evening.
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You’ll love it – and also be saddened by it. 😔
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Pam, I watched the movie on Sunday evening. A tragic story that’s still ongoing in the Amazon Rainforest. I was struck by the Jesuit priest’s observation: “If might is right, there is no place for love.”
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Honestly one of my favorite movies of all time and probably the principle reason I am no longer a practicing Catholic — they are more concerned with their brand not just surviving, but monopolizing the world than they are with following the teachings of Jesus. And that goes for all fundamentalist-type religions. I’m terrified what Amy Coney Barrett and Brett Kavanaugh are going to do to our democracy because of their zealot, and misplaced, outlooks on religion. 😔
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