One can't do anything alone in Haiti. Sharing and cooperation are so deeply woven into the culture that sometimes it's hard to have a separate thought. Madison Smartt Bell cooperationculturedeeply Change image and share on social
I had been an abject fan of Robert Stone since the early eighties, when I borrowed a copy of 'A Flag for Sunrise' to read on a plane to Rome. I was twenty-something, with a first novel under my belt. Madison Smartt Bell abjectbeltborrow Change image and share on social
To me, there is nothing more soothing than the song of a mosquito that can't get through the mesh to bite you. Madison Smartt Bell bitemeshmosquito Change image and share on social
In 'For Whom the Bell Tolls,' Hemingway cozies up to revolution by romanticizing it (and not only with those execrable love scenes). Madison Smartt Bell bellcozieexecrable Change image and share on social
Our cultural capital has changed tremendously on its way into the twenty-first century. Manhattan has been secured and sanitized; it's smoke- and trans-fat-free. In the boroughs, many of the old jungles have been cleared as well. Madison Smartt Bell boroughcapitalcentury share on social
Haiti was founded by African slaves who rose against their European masters, had a revolution, and created a new state. There is no other such event in Western history. Madison Smartt Bell africancreateeuropean Change image and share on social
I have always had a mystical attitude toward inspiration. That's my nature. Madison Smartt Bell attitudeinspirationmystical Change image and share on social
Since the 1960s, exile for Haitians is a condition that ends only to begin again. Madison Smartt Bell 1960sbegincondition Change image and share on social
Hemingway's minimalism is based on the psychological mechanics of repression. An echo of his approach can be detected in a favorite trope of 1980s minimalists: a pattern of reference to dire secrets and hidden wounds these authors didn't realize they were supposed to have imagined. Madison Smartt Bell 1980sapproachauthor share on social
I had a house in Haiti, in the hills above the North Atlantic coast. The house appeared as if out of a dream: my dream to have a foothold in the country. Like many concepts do in Haiti, the phrase 'pied a terre' became literal, material. Madison Smartt Bell appearatlanticcoast share on social