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Miriam&39s Song A Memoir [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Biography & Autobiography)
  • Author:  Mathabane, Mark
  • Author:  Mathabane, Mark
  • ISBN-10:  0743203240
  • ISBN-10:  0743203240
  • ISBN-13:  9780743203241
  • ISBN-13:  9780743203241
  • Publisher:  Free Press
  • Publisher:  Free Press
  • Pages:  320
  • Pages:  320
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2001
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2001
  • SKU:  0743203240-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0743203240-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100229435
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Mark Mathabane first came to prominence with the publication ofKaffir Boy,which became aNew York Timesbestseller. His story of growing up in South Africa was one of the most riveting accounts of life under apartheid. Mathabane's newest book,Miriam's Song,is the story of Mark's sister, who was left behind in South Africa. It is the gripping tale of a woman -- representative of an entire generation -- who came of age amid the violence and rebellion of the 1980s and finally saw the destruction of apartheid and the birth of a new, democratic South Africa.
Mathabane writes in Miriam's voice based on stories she told him, but he has re-created her unforgettable experience as only someone who also lived through it could. The immediacy of the hardships that brother and sister endured -- from daily school beatings to overwhelming poverty -- is balanced by the beauty of their childhood observations and the true affection that they have for each other.Chapter One

It is toward the end of January, the middle of summer in South Africa. It's very hot and stuffy inside the small classroom, which has few windows and no air-conditioning, and is packed with over one hundred six- and seven-year-olds. Many are bawling and sniffling after being whipped. Others are screaming and want to go home to their mothers. Still others are chanting at the top of their small lungs a song about fingernails.

My heart is thumping against my ribs and my tongue is stuck to the roof of my dry mouth. Tears prick the corners of my bulging eyes as I stare at my Sub-A instructor. She's a tall, lean woman with a harried look on her dark face. We are required to address her as Mistress. Male instructors are addressed as Teacher. The mistress is wielding a thick ruler and giving us a tongue-lashing about the importance of trimming our fingernails. It's about eight-thirty. We've just entered the classroom following morning assembly.

I long to flee the classroom, lƒ#
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