In Melbourne's western suburbs, in a dilapidated block of flats overhanging the rattling Footscray train lines, a young black mother is working on a collection of stories. The book is called Foreign Soil. Inside its covers, a desperate asylum seeker is pacing the hallways of Sydney's notorious Villawood detention centre, a seven-year-old Sudanese boy has found solace in a patchwork bike, an enraged black militant is on the warpath through the rebel squats of 1960s Brixton, a Mississippi housewife decides to make the ultimate sacrifice to save her son from small-town ignorance, a young woman leaves rural Jamaica in search of her destiny, and a Sydney schoolgirl loses her way. The young mother keeps writing, the rejection letters keep arriving . . . 'Maxine Beneba Clarke is the real deal, and will, if we're lucky, be an essential voice in world literature for years to come.' Dave EggersDelores cana#39;t get her ole buddy out her mind this mornin. Ita#39;s like the ole womana#39;s soul is risin itself up ... no open window gon offer no respite. Somea the brightly coloured squares on the crocheted blanket spread cross Lucya#39;s toddler bed, they.
|Author||:||Maxine Beneba Clarke|
|Publisher||:||Hachette UK - 2015-07-16|