's brother Jamaica Kincaid is isolated in a room of a dilapidated hospital in Antigua, West Indies. He has AIDS. He is in critical condition. He will die. From the perspective of school staff, the more the better, it would make a person less caring, a bed would be released. From the perspective of society as well. To all there, right, AIDS: we will die, there is nothing we can do. If treatments exist only delay death, so why spend large sums for someone who already has one foot in the grave? These treatments are so expensive there has not even in pharmacies, the standard of living of the inhabitants of the island is so small!
But Devon is fortunate to have a sister who lives in the United States and who has friends in the medical field, so she manages to have orders him to get what it takes to extend the days of those suffering, regardless of credits it must contract for it, if it helps relieve his brother, though it may win him a few days, weeks, there is no eSite to have.
But this brother, she did not know that much, it has long been separated from him, separated from her family in fact, the one where she grew up, before leaving to found his own. So what feelings she feels for this brother? For his other brothers? What feelings she feels for her mother? The relationship with it is complex, it reminds me somewhat to Viper in the Fist, Hervé Bazin. Telling the story of this brother's newest family returned to the author to engage itself, to get completely naked. The words themselves are presented in all their nakedness, without any frills. This may seem brutal, shocking and beautiful all at once:
" My speech was full of pain, she was full of distress, she was full of anger, there came no peace, it There came a lot of grief, but there came no peace. How did I feel? "I do not know how I felt. I was a burning feeling ." (P. 52)
The "good" as those thoughts away from the politically correct, Jamaica does conceals nothing. And the reader, faced with this window open to the intimacy of a family, his loves, his hatreds, his hypocrisy, his meanness, his weaknesses, desires, hopes deceived ... is obliged to consider himself the kind of human being he is. Who are we? Who is the other? Who is it for me?
This book also shows the path that led the author to write. Jamaica Kincaid said to be " became a writer out of desperation "
" When I was young, younger am now that I started writing about my own life and I've come to see that this act saved my life. When I learned that my brother was sick and he was dying, I knew instinctively that to understand it, or to attempt to understand his death and not die with him, I would write this About . "
(p. 184)
In fact, all the author's books relate to his life, his past. This is an interrogation of the disease, death, sexuality, religion, love, relationship with the other ... well almost everything is there.
My brother was awarded the Prix Femina in 2000 abroad.
Jamaica Kincaid, My Brother , Le Seuil, Collection Points, 190 pages.
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