Tonight after District Presidency meeting, I was talking in the car with President Domingos and Armando and João about books and asking them if there were any great Mozambican novels or authors that I should look into, and as much as in retrospect I feel like it maybe shouldn’t have struck me so strongly, it really did surprise me how few names came up. The conversation turned to literature and books in general, and how ridiculously hard it is to even afford to BUY a book here, much less one by a Mozambican author. As we talked, a number of people started coming to mind, friends of mine that I’ve met through work and church who have proudly talked about having many books at home, and their having said that took on a new level of meaning—even the act of owning multiple books here is a status symbol, almost irregardless of what books they are. I thought of how many great minds there must be here in
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
The Mozambican Mark Twain, Still Waiting For the Conditions To Cue His Entrance
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I'm feeling that shame from my own abundance you mentioned, having read that. And probably even more shame, because I'd never thought of my books that way before: and you're right. Sometimes it doesn't make sense why I'm so blessed, and taking things for granted comes so easily for me--like my Norton Anthology. I see even more why you've chosen education as your particular route to save the world. :)
Oh, speaking of which, have I told you I applied for the peace corps last year? I targeted to serve in the Pacific Islands, and was this ** close. Came down to that or the mission/school. But I felt prompted to finish school and look into humanitarian aid mission opportunities (Fiji or Nepal were my first choices...but that's okay), with an instiallation of hope that I'd have another chance to make a difference in the islands someday.
Did you love how I spelled installation? I know I did.
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