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Noire comme ses grands-parents. Ils nuancent le ton de la peau. Dans leur inconscient, ils pensent qu'il ne peut y avoir de noire latine qui leur parle de Sartre ". L'Espagne n'est pas un pays ouvertement raciste. Ces chiffres comportent une marge d'erreur. Car il fut un temps ou les Espagnols blanc se frottaient les yeux en les voyant. Une province sur le continent Africain. Aujourd'hui, ils sont en tout un peu plus de Elle parle avec un accent du quartier quand elle le veut.

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La note originale et inconnue. Elle a certes subi la chanson du Conguito et celle du Cao Cola. Une couleur, un drapeau. Il y eut une bagarre. Ils durent faire un tour chez le directeur du campement. Ils permettent une connaissance mutuelle. Elles la trouvent bizarre. Si l'un ou l'autre est noir, blanc, latino ou asiatique. Comme domestique, en uniforme et tout. Une vision positive tout compte fait. Jean Luckson, Docteur Haitien. Il a fait les premier pas vers les autochtones. Des fois, dit-il, il se sent un peu Espagnol. Je vis en Espagne juste depuis deux mois.

Je suis un monsieur dans mon pays.

I would love to correspond with Black people from all over the world. More interesting is the incredibly vitriolic nature of the attacks leveled against it and the pains both Fanon and Arnold go to in order to discredit it. What do they see in this novel that makes them so uncomfortable? Arnold , spells it out explicitly: It goes without saying that his conception of the feminine is wholly negative, making it synonymous with dependency, exploitation, and alienation.

He is her lord. She asks for nothing, demands nothing except for a little whiteness in her life. She does not endorse the politics of the Vichy occupation, but she certainly never embraces Gaullism. She rejects the philandering of West Indian men and European men alike, the only difference being her unabashed interest in the social potentiality of being the mistress of a white man.

She is, in other words, not the anticolonial heroine Arnold and Fanon are looking for. Nor is she by any means a feminist heroine—given her aspersions of darker-skinned women and those who were involved in the Gaullist resistance. Yet here she is, in all her tenuous authorship and ambiguous moral choices, demanding that the reader interrogate all preconceived notions about the Martinican woman of color. By constructing her own authorial image as a doudouist fantasy, potentially ventriloquized by the pro-colonial voices of her white editors, Combette undermines the stability and monolithic proportions of the doudou.

In this story the woman asks her suitor to guess her name, and one of his incorrect guesses is Maiotte. By Dunham was already famous for her role in the ballet La Guiablesse, choreographed by Ruth Page, which was also based on and named after the Hearn story. The ambiguousness of her allegiances—to the devil-woman or to the doudou? The spell with which she attempted to curse me rebounded upon her.

Her quimboiseuse must have mistaken the recipe. But does one need a spell to charm men? Martinican women, daughters of love and sunshine, are everyone knows it the most beautiful of all Antillean women. What is a Guadelopean woman, for example, compared to a Martinican woman? Elvire was forgotten by the sun, she was a flower without perfume and all the quimbois in the world could not help her.

Quimbois and the supernatural become a way Martinican women can employ the doudou strategically, for their own social or material benefit. Who is to judge the sincerity of her apparently willing subjection? But what is meant by exoticism? The whole world belongs to us. Breton erects a vision of Martinique that belongs to him, the disingenuousness of his claim lying in its overtly colonial language of possessing the earth. These branches, what bows drawn for the arrows of our thoughts! Doudouism at its most refined, at its most liberal. West Indian feminism occupies a space of the fantastic in order to reanimate the inanimate body of the land.

This language of weeds and lianas, of conquering carnivorous flowers and strange fruits rising from the mulched and dead carcasses of their fellow plants, envisions a different way of moving through space. As a result she resorts to the vertical rather than lateral movement of growing things, reclaiming and transforming the space from which she had historically been associated by men with access to lateral movement.

Growth and, by association, female reproductive labor, is here valorized and qualified as a kind of movement, as a kind of exploration. It is a world where the surrealist and marvelous realities of night grapple with the mundane realities of a colonial daytime. It is not simply a matter of blasting these images of man and nature apart. He does not struggle and strive but simply grows irrepressibly and involuntarily. His placenta nourishes the roots of coconut trees, 27 and his grave grows its stubble of grass in protest and defiance of death Quite the opposite of the guiablesse and the soukougnan, the plant-man is unable to use his paltry disguise to manipulate or beguile his potential oppressor.

Through this pseudo-metamorphosis, the West Indian has only managed to fool himself. Far from rhymes, from complaints, from breezes, from parroquets. Bamboo, we sentence doudou literature to death. To hell with the hibiscus, the frangipane, the bougainvillea. Martinican poetry will be cannibal or it will not exist. In this way she does not kill doudou literature but rather zombifies it, using its already dead husk to do her bidding.

She understands that to disavow the landscape to which she is tied by birth and by literature, metonymically, is to disavow her own position as a woman of color. So she reanimates and makes literal the tropes of the doudou in the person of the plant-man, a changed and abstracted version of the flower and fruit women of doudou literature, defamiliarizing and literalizing, creating strange and surreal monsters out of the language that has been passed down to her. She shows Hearn, Breton, and all the writers of doudou literature that she too can personify, she too can use metonymies of women-land to her own ideological ends.

Both kinds of reproduction are the fruits of life in the tropics. When faced with the beauty of the tropics, even the most attentive of poets feel their powers of perception desert them, too overwhelmed by beauty to interrogate the reality beneath its surface: Hers is an expansion of the real to include the dreams of doudous far and wide.

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Antilles-Africa, thanks to the drumbeats, allows nostalgia for terrestrial spaces to live within insular hearts. Who will fulfill that nostalgia? The fulfillment of the nostalgia for a lost African past results in the fantastic space of Antilles-Africa, which demands a reality in which the dream of unknown places complements the lived experience of the local—in short, a reality of diaspora.

This reality is hard-won in the face of great geographic and historical obstacles. Haiti, Martinique, Puerto Rico, Florida. Their plight is symbolized by the tail of a hurricane sweeping over these lands, unified in misery, standing in fellowship under the history that has happened to them, yet unaware even of their shared struggle.

Misery, it seems, is general over the Caribbean, but can be conceptualized only in fragments. Only from above—from the window of a Pan-American Airways flight, from the heights of hills in Haiti—can Caribbean reality be grasped and visualized as one of union rather than separation: And as for the hummingbird-women, the women of four races and dozens of bloodlines, they are no longer there. Nor are the heliconias, nor the frangipanis or the flamboyant trees, nor the palms in the moonlight, nor those world-famous sunsets.

While the stereotypes remain, the pan-Caribbean perspective minimizes them. The doudou is superseded by a feat of perspective. Allying Martinique with Haiti and ultimately with Africa shows that beneath the camouflage of a model colony—whose men have served as colonial administrators in West Africa, whose women have been concubines and lovers, whose children have learned French—lies a rejection of the sacrifices, inconsistencies, and betrayals necessitated by colonial life.

The doudou is a skin she removes, like the fabled soukougnan, to reveal the pain and rage of Creole femininity. Her camouflage into the beauty of the tropics masks her rebellious heart, just as her rootedness in the blockaded space of Vichy Martinique masks her affinity with other places of rebellion.

For a full genealogy of the representation of female shapeshifting and vampirism in West Indian literature and folklore, see Anatol As Anatol notes, the soukougnan exists in various incarnations across the Afro-diasporic folklore, including that of the Anglophone Caribbean and the American South. The French translation of this text in the s was popular both in the French West Indies and metropolitan France. Hearn , categorizes Martinican folklore as particularly outlandish: Fanon [] , 24 goes so far as to state that the goal of the text is to enable an idealized form of love: A prime example of this brand of scholarship is Arnold , which I discuss later in this essay.

A few notable exceptions to this trend include Makward and Cottias and Dobie Sharpley-Whitting argues that this oversimplified reading actually denies the character the autonomy and financial agency that she exhibited in the book as a self-sufficient businesswoman 38— In Martinique the traffic in various charms, curses, and healing rites performed by local magicians are called quimbois. Mais est-il besoin de sort pour charmer les hommes?

Qui comblera cette nostalgie? Ni les balisiers, ni les frangipanier et les flamboyants, ni les palmes au clair de lune, ni les coucher de soleil unique au monde.