...Faith Smith Small Axe Incorporated 2001 “You Know You’re West Indian if . . Codes of Authenticity in Colin Channer’s Waiting in Vain Faith Smith he moment that makes Colin Channer’s Waiting in Vain possible is marked by the anxieties of a global Caribbean community...

... of Colin Channer's novel Waiting in Vain —a blend of erotic and urban romances that the essay terms “urban romantica”—in conversation with its content. Reading Waiting in Vain through its form as well as its Amazon.com evaluations shows inordinate attention to the act of choosing an identity, particularly...

...Jennifer Rahim Small Axe Incorporated 2006 Waiting for Mel Jennifer Rahim Mel, San Souci is a lonely place since you take up and gone away. Plenty things make a woman walk to the edge of her living and sit down wondering if it make sense to build the bridge to the other side...

...Curdella Forbes This article addresses a concept of individualism that has emerged in some contemporary Caribbean fictions. I examine the evidence of this in a general way and then with reference to Jamaica Kincaid's Mr. Potter and Colin Channer's Waiting in Vain . I suggest...

... at birds and other living things. Shameless orchids expose their private parts to drains full of nascent mosquitoes and the fading expectation of water remembering rivers, waiting for rain. And then the light—coming straight, it seems, out of God’s mind, dividing my bed into intricate bars...

... and then looked away. She was sitting on a bench on the other side of the waiting area, her legs crossed sideways at her ankles ending in nude pumps, and her thick hair—streaked with grey and still in rollers—covered by a hairnet. Adah couldn't remember the last time she had seen a woman wearing rollers...

... of a shared historical project. All three writers retell the story of the hunt, this time from the lion’s point of view. My consideration of The Color of Forgetting, Tears From Home, and A Season of Waiting will highlight the ways each author uses experimental techniques to contest received wisdom...

... • October 2007 • Myriam J.A. Chancy | 95 journeying, some leaving sediment and treasures in their wake, others pulling away something of her own grounding, some corner of her heart. Her heart is in pieces these days, without true direction and motive. She is simply wait- ing. Waiting for Lucas...

..., dressed in their scarlet tunics and gleaming white shirts, as they headed past Sergeant. That day he decided to wait until he saw her approaching before starting to sing, so she would know that his performance was especially for her. Atop the column, his sun-lightened dreadlocks glowed in deep...

... of feathers and beads, tinfoil and paint. The man himself invisible. Luminous and distant as the sun. Each year she waited in the Grand Stands for Mama to point him out—Look him, look yuh father...

... attention. The business of the intelligibility of lyrics is crucial. A good example of the problem of misinterpretation or “multiple interpretations,” as Bakare-Yusuf would prefer, is evidenced in the challenge to my reading of Bob Marley’s “Waiting in Vain” that Stanley Niaah offers. In my...

.... “Time to go home, boy,” he said. “Ma waiting.” They walked through the savannah and along the train line, cautious of the stray iron edging close to their bare feet. Ram stayed at Jag's side, staring at his toes, trying to match the rhythm of his stride with his brother's. Jag stopped suddenly...

... says, tugging at my hand. We're waiting to cross the street and I'm holding her hand on one side, while the boy is holding my other hand and also his older sister's. I look to where Heather is pointing, and it's a few people tying flowers and a photograph to the light sign across the street. “Someone...

... the mountains the surf murmurs still through the night hairy bats flit about through the fumbling dark and a shuffle of feet can be heard in the undergrowth The plangent hymn of cicadas and tree frogs echoes through the night and you are waiting, eagerly, hoping that one of these ancients of the sea...

... to an English boarding school; and Kim to do A levels at the local sixth form college. Mark was the only one without a plan. He said he would wait and see what happened. The others knew this meant he would stay in Jamaica and live at home and be forced to take a job at his father’s furniture workshop...

... where the ancestors lived with the spirits of those waiting to be born, you made home within the sound of the manatee's cry. I believe a priestess told you run! when sails cracked the sky. In the impossible story the men went to meet the boats while she led the women and children...

..., where people simply checked in to see if today was your day. He had to be tied down as his tongue was losing its strength causing him to choke on himself. He was smaller and as a result lighter now. No one spoke. We all just stood around just waiting on his death. “He doesn't have long,” the phone calls...

...Geoffrey Philp Small Axe Incorporated 2005 Who’s Your Daddy? Geoffrey Philp very morning after listening to the Howard Stern Show, I stood on the corner of Miami Gardens and Twentieth to wait for the school bus to take me on a ride for Eone and a half hours to a school...

... things a wife would do, in that small space. She spent the time waiting arranging her hair, putting it up, putting on lipstick, looking at herself in the old opaque mirror of her powder compact. She was grotesque. Her nose seemed to have spread on a face that had narrowed. Her lips looked pinched...

... enough to pay attention to him pickeny them. Stop the noise and go inside right away!” Pickeny can cry. They don’t have a thing to worry ‘bout. You can go’n cry, you don’t see a thing yet. Wait till I leave this evening. Wait till him come this evening. Straight as him come through that gate...