Madam Fate |
B ella is a kin-owl- a shapeshifter- who knows the story of how God created Jamaica and how She laughed when She saw what She had done. Through the generations Bella lives on, in one incarnation, then another, always meeting suffering with fortitude, hiding the burden of her strange nature from others. Some of the women whose lives cross hers are young Gracie who seeks comfort for the pain of waiting for her mother who has immigrated to New York, and Mrs. Cummings, who teaches Gracie about the plants in her garden and sends her to look for the mysterious, white star flower known as Madam Fate.
Soho Press, New York: 1999 and Women's Press, London: 1999.
"Extremely lyrical and meditative, Marcia Douglas' Madam Fate is a poetic feast for the imagination." - Edwidge Danticat
"...so flesh-and-warm human- all expressed with such a glory of Caribbean English- that what you are reading is a novel which is hugely uplifting, charged with a revolutionary spirit of language and empathy." - The Morning Star
"a story which tickles the senses and delights the imagination." - Library Journal
"earthy, lyrical and tragic" - Boston Sunday Globe
Electricity Comes to Cocoa Bottom
I n Electricity Comes to Cocoa Bottom the reader is taken on a journey of light, from the rural flicker of the firefly, the half-moonlight of the limbo of exile in the USA, to the sense of connectedness and arrival suggested by the image of the eight-pointed star. It is also a journey of the voice, traversing back and forth across the Atlantic and across the continents, pushing its way through word censors and voice mufflers and ending in tongues of fire.
Peepal Tree Press, 1999
Click here to read a poem and a Poetry Book Society interview with Marcia Douglas.
"Richly evocative... the attractiveness of this collection is much more than simple exoticism" - Robert MacFarlane/Times Literary Supplement
"A rich and very welcome book." - Poetry Book Society Bulletin
"Douglas understands that if we lose our stories and the stories of those who came before us, we lose our sense of who we are." - Asheville Poetry Review