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Letter to My Daughterby Maya Angelou
Synopses & Reviews
For a world of devoted readers, a much-awaited new volume of absorbing stories and inspirational wisdom from one of our best-loved writers.
Dedicated to the daughter she never had but sees all around her, Letter to My Daughter reveals Maya Angelou's path to living well and living a life with meaning. Told in her own inimitable style, this book transcends genres and categories: guidebook, memoir, poetry, and pure delight.
Here in short spellbinding essays are glimpses of the tumultuous life that led Angelou to an exalted place in American letters and taught her lessons in compassion and fortitude: how she was brought up by her indomitable grandmother in segregated Arkansas, taken in at thirteen by her more worldly and less religious mother, and grew to be an awkward, six-foot-tall teenager whose first experience of loveless sex paradoxically left her with her greatest gift, a son.
Whether she is recalling such lost friends as Coretta Scott King and Ossie Davis, extolling honesty, decrying vulgarity, explaining why becoming a Christian is a "lifelong endeavor," or simply singing the praises of a meal of red rice, Maya Angelou writes from the heart to millions of women she considers her extended family.
Like the rest of her remarkable work, Letter to My Daughter entertains and teaches; it is a book to cherish, savor, re-read, and share.
"I gave birth to one child, a son, but I have thousands of daughters. You are Black and White, Jewish and Muslim, Asian, Spanish speaking, Native Americans and Aleut. You are fat and thin and pretty and plain, gay and straight, educated and unlettered, and I am speaking to you all. Here is my offering to you." — from Letter to My Daughter
"From the mellifluous voice of a venerable American icon comes her first original collection of writing to be published in ten years, anecdotal vignettes drawn from a compelling life and written in Angelou's erudite prose. Beginning with her childhood, Angelou acknowledges her own inauguration into daughterhood in 'Philanthropy,' recalling the first time her mother called her 'my daughter.' Angelou becomes a mother herself at an early age, after a meaningless first sexual experience: 'Nine months later I had a beautiful baby boy. The birth of my son caused me to develop enough courage to invent my life.' Fearlessly sharing amusing, if somewhat embarrassing, moments in 'Senegal,' the mature Angelou is cosmopolitan but still capable of making a mistake: invited to a dinner party while visiting the African nation, Angelou becomes irritated that none of the guests will step on a lovely carpet laid out in the center of the room, so she takes it upon herself to cross the carpet, only to discover the carpet is a table cloth that had been laid out in honor of her visit. The wisdom in this slight volume feels light and familiar, but it's also earnest and offered with warmth." Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)
Maya Angelou published her blockbuster memoir, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings," in 1969, when she was in her early 40s and I was a 17-year-old white Southerner trying my luck in New York City. Catching her on late night television, I fell utterly under her spell. I loved her delighted laugh, the studied cadences of her rich voice, her graciousness — especially to white interviewers who couldn't... Washington Post Book Review (read the entire Washington Post review) get enough of her stories about growing up black in the Jim Crow South. In that time before everybody and his uncle wrote memoirs, I felt I must read her story. She was willing to speak plainly about race and to describe how she was raped as an 8-year-old. If that violation left her mute for several years, she vindicated her silence by trying her luck as a performer and then a writer, and it appeared she could hold rapt any audience she chose to entertain. Nearly 40 years, six (six!) autobiographies, a dozen collections of poetry, a sprinkling of essays, children's books and a cookbook later, Angelou — who turned 80 this spring — has written another book, this one an odd little hodgepodge of sound advice, vivid memory and strong opinion. Despite the slimness of the volume and the randomness of its offerings, I still find myself charmed by her plain talk. I am, after all, her intended audience. Though she is the mother of one son, to whom she gave birth when she was just 16, Angelou has dedicated these musings to her "thousands of daughters ... Black and White, Jewish and Muslim, Asian, Spanish-speaking, Native American and Aleut ... pretty and plain, gay and straight, educated and unlettered." Angelou's phenomenal publishing success brought her pop culture fame but also an endowed professorship at Wake Forest University and an invitation to write and perform an instantly famous poem on the occasion of President Bill Clinton's first inauguration. Aiming straight for that intersection of the "educated and unlettered," she is still as much performer as poet or memoirist, and she is not terribly interested in the distinctions between high and low art. She is a Magnificent Public Personality, and if a few jabs about commercialism have been thrown her way since Hallmark launched the Maya Angelou line of greeting cards in 2002, I doubt they have bruised her. She continues to explore new angles of her own exuberant story, insists on civic engagement and reminds all her readers of the rich traditions of African-American letters. Angelou's poetry and prose are similar. Both rely on that direct voice of hers, which alternates steady rhythms with playful syncopated surprise (among her many occupations, she is a songwriter). She has a gift for memorable similes and metaphors: That caged bird certainly caught a nation's attention. In "Letter to My Daughter" she invokes "our real selves, the children inside ... still innocent and shy as magnolias" and pays homage to generations of black workers who migrated north only to be "spit out by the system like so many undigestible watermelon seeds." But it is, more than anything, her sense of self that carries her language; the little girl shamed into silence nonetheless "had a devoted family led by a fearless, doting, and glorious grandmother" and a mother who urged her to smile and to face childbirth with comic punch lines. "So," she says, "I became proud of myself." With a show of supreme confidence (like many great ladies of the stage and the page, she admits to fierce doubts), Angelou holds court with little essays of three and four pages. Some recycle stories familiar from her autobiographies; some bear witness to our country's history of dreadful racial oppression; some recall famous souls: Fannie Lou Hamer, James Baldwin, Celia Cruz and Coretta Scott King come to brief, impressionistic life in these pages. Angelou's generous thoughts on grieving and giving birth alternate with brief sermons on vulgarity and truth telling, and even those disinclined to listen to a preacher may sit down and listen to what Maya Angelou has to say. But the best sections of this collection are those in which she pays homage to the poets who jump-started her imagination, among them Sterling A. Brown, Melvin B. Tolson, Mari Evans and especially Langston Hughes, who is quoted to strong effect. Most of Angelou's reflections are sensible and consoling, though occasionally a smart point — that, for example, rape is not simply about power — is insufficiently developed. It's not clear why an editor hasn't arranged these pieces a little more judiciously. The beautiful little essay on Coretta Scott King, for example, is wedged between two sermonettes, on self-defense and condolences, instead of finding a home with the other biographical sketches. What is clear is that Angelou is, all these years later, still a charmer, still speaking her mind. She is clear about what she won't tolerate but full of affirmations and generous to those who have buoyed her. She ends the collection with her own gospel song to her grandmother: "You said to call on your name/ And I am calling/ I'm stepping out on your word." As always, it is a kick to follow her journey. Valerie Sayers, professor of English at the University of Notre Dame, writes novels, stories and essays. Reviewed by Valerie Sayers, Washington Post Book World (Copyright 2006 Washington Post Book World Service/Washington Post Writers Group)
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"Letter to My Daughter" is Angelou's first original collection in 10 years. Combining personal experiences with the distilled knowledge of a lifetime, these short but spellbinding essays take the reader on an inspirational journey that explores ideas from a well-lived life.
A completely new volume of distilled wisdom from Angelou contains short but spellbinding essays that invite one along on an inspirational journey that explores ideas garnered from a well-lived life.
One of America's most admired and decorated singers tells her inspiring life story, from theand#160;segregated south to the world's greatest stages.and#160;
Maya Angelou was raised in Stamps, Arkansas. In addition to her bestselling autobiographies, including I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and The Heart of a Woman, she wrote numerous volumes of poetry, among them Phenomenal Woman, And Still I Rise, On the Pulse of Morning, and Mother. Maya Angelou died in 2014.
About the Author
Poet, writer, performer, teacher, and director, Maya Angelou was raised in Stamps, Arkansas, then moved to San Francisco. In addition to her bestselling autobiographies, beginning with I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, she has also written a cookbook, Hallelujah! The Welcome Table, and five poetry collections, including I Shall Not Be Moved and Shaker, Why Dont You Sing?
Table of Contents
1.and#160;In the Beginningand#8212;and#8220;Great day!and#8221;and#160;and#160;and#160;1
2.and#160;A Motherand#8217;s Joyand#8212;and#8220;I want two wingsand#8221;and#160;and#160;and#160;15
3.and#160;A Fatherand#8217;s Prideand#8212;and#8220;Evand#8217;ry time I feel the Spiritand#8221;and#160;and#160;and#160;35
4.and#160;Church, Spirituals, and Spiritand#8212;
and#160;and#160;and#160;and#160; and#8220;There is a balm in Gileadand#8221;and#160;and#160;and#160;57
5.and#160;Racism as It Lives and Breathesand#8212;
and#160;and#160;and#160;and#160; and#8220;Sometimes I feel like a motherless childand#8221;and#160;and#160;and#160;95
Interlude: Marian Andersonand#8212;
and#160;and#160;and#160;and#160; and#8220;My Lord, what a morningand#8221;and#160;and#160;and#160;135
6.and#160;Growing Up in Germanyand#8212;and#8220;On my journey, nowand#8221; and#160;and#160;and#160;147
7.and#160;The Singing Craft as Art Formand#8212;and#8220;Oh, Glory!and#8221;and#160;and#160;and#160;180
8.and#160;The Song, the Craft, the Spirit, and the Joy!and#8212;
and#160;and#160;and#160;and#160; and#8220;The Lordand#8217;s Prayerand#8221;and#160;and#160;and#160;197
9.and#160;Woman, Life, Singerand#8212;and#8220;Ride on, King Jesusand#8221;and#160;and#160;and#160;221
10.and#160;And the Journey Continuesand#8212;
and#160;and#160;and#160;and#160; and#8220;Heand#8217;s got the whole world in His handand#8221;and#160;and#160;and#160;258
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