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I really enjoyed Jamaica Kincaid s writing and the exploration of her feelings about her brother current and past as he is now dying of AIDS The book is almost a book of two halves and I enjoyed the first half immensely The second half resonates with grief and the complex mix of feelings which go with losing someone who is a blood connection but with whom you have nothing in common It is very evocative of the feelings of grief but I did find it repetitive and it dragged compared with the I really enjoyed Jamaica Kincaid s writing and the exploration of her feelings about her brother current and past as he is now dying of AIDS The book is almost a book of two halves and I enjoyed the first half immensely The second half resonates with grief and the complex mix of feelings which go with losing someone who is a blood connection but with whom you have nothing in common It is very evocative of the feelings of grief but I did find it repetitive and it dragged compared with the first half A brutally sad, unflinching look at having someone close to you die from AIDS Also very personal Kincaid s brother, although close in terms of blood relation, wasn t especially close to her as an individual, because of their differing adult life trajectories Kincaid uses this contrast very effectively, this gap between her brother s materially impoverished existence in Antigua and her own privileged first world life in Vancouver She uses it to question the nature of family, what makes you l A brutally sad, unflinching look at having someone close to you die from AIDS Also very personal Kincaid s brother, although close in terms of blood relation, wasn t especially close to her as an individual, because of their differing adult life trajectories Kincaid uses this contrast very effectively, this gap between her brother s materially impoverished existence in Antigua and her own privileged first world life in Vancouver She uses it to question the nature of family, what makes you love your family members simply because they happen to share DNA and ancestry, and what that love can mean in the trying times of imminent death She also uses her brother s illness to portray her relationship to his and her mother, her shortcomings and strengths Although so personal, Kincaid s account also grasps for something universal, insofar as death is one of the few truly universal human experiences and here she is coming to grips with this particular instance of it @E-pub ⚝ Mein Bruder Ý Mein Bruder ist die Geschichte einer Heimkehr und eines Abschieds Jamaica Kincaid will ihren Bruder noch einmal wiedersehen, denn Devon ist an Aids erkrankt Jamaica Kincaid verleiht ihm eine Stimme, die zugleich karg und k hn, asketisch und schamlos NZZ ist das Portr t einer Sehnsucht Really honest memoir about her family and specifically her brother closeted dying of AIDS in the mid 90s It s rare to read about someone saying, repeatedly, that they hate their mother and don t really love their brother who is dying, but she makes it work Not everyone has to be lovable to have a memoir written about them. Devastating written in a breathless style that makes you think Kincaid stayed up all night then submitted the first draft that came out The prose comes across as raw, unedited, yet masterfully arranged.A memoir that recounts the writer grappling with her brother s death, touching on the AIDS crisis, family, and gay themes. My first foray into Kincaid s wide body of work, and I certainly wasn t disappointed Basically analyzes her, let s say, complicated relation with her family her cruel mother, her feuding brothers, and in particular, her wild and horn dog y brother who, during the span covered by the memoir, is diagnosed with AIDS, undergoes a respite from death s door with the help of anti retrovirals, and then dies from the disease s complications A number of cultural factors lend the book some greater we My first foray into Kincaid s wide body of work, and I certainly wasn t disappointed Basically analyzes her, let s say, complicated relation with her family her cruel mother, her feuding brothers, and in particular, her wild and horn dog y brother who, during the span covered by the memoir, is diagnosed with AIDS, undergoes a respite from death s door with the help of anti retrovirals, and then dies from the disease s complications A number of cultural factors lend the book some greater weight than I think Kincaid wants to fully interrogate her family is in Antigua, where, at the time of the memoir s narrative, HIV and AIDS are little understood illnesses, and much maligned because of their association with MSM populations This likewise becomes a conflict for Kincaid s brother, who wishes to disavow both the homophobic stigma attached to the disease and to avoid acknowledging his diagnosis in any regard At the end of the memoir, after her brother s death, Kincaid discovers that, in fact, her brother did have sex with men and had kept this closeted from basically everyone who knew him in his life Kincaid doesn t necessarily consider this secrecy or this identity deeply, and I think does her memoir a disservice by treating the revelation almost as a kind of whodunnit moment of disclosure Her privileged position of knowing is underscored, though quietly, from the very beginning and of course, is unavoidable in the life writing genre, I suppose At other times, Kincaid is beautifully humane in considering her brother s suffering, and in recognizing the disease, despite her obvious distaste for her Antiguan family Particularly wonderful was her attention to the permeability of the body, her distinction between the precarious but confident lives most people lead and the kind of living death that certain populations outside of the cultural or political center must reside in, emblematized here by the corporeal limbo of the patient with AIDS I d like to say things are different contemporarily, and certainly there have been leaps and bounds in the fight against the virus, but is there any other illness so misunderstood and so stigmatized even in supposedly liberal countries like the U.S I think a lot of people get off on believing that we ve developed a kind of sophistication in relation to AIDS that those people in the Caribbean or in Africa can hardly fathom, but perhaps one thing this memoir serves to remind us of is that even in privileged positions or educated communities, there s a great deal of blindness, hypocrisy, and terror regarding the epidemic.Oh me oh my That was a depressing end to the review Sorry, I ve been reading a ton of books with HIV at their center this summer, and as a gay man born after the rise of the epidemic, this is a terror that has never not been peripheral in my life So, yeah, pour a drink and cheer up, y all I was curious when she finished the first section of the text and her brother had finally died what she could possibly conceive to round out the remainder of the pages I thought to myself whatis there to tell This title was engaging, insightful, and reflective upon the interactions that occur between parents, children, and siblings in the course of coming of age into our vast adulthood.This might have just as easily been about my relationship with either of my brothers Tony or Rahsaan I was curious when she finished the first section of the text and her brother had finally died what she could possibly conceive to round out the remainder of the pages I thought to myself whatis there to tell This title was engaging, insightful, and reflective upon the interactions that occur between parents, children, and siblings in the course of coming of age into our vast adulthood.This might have just as easily been about my relationship with either of my brothers Tony or Rahsaan or even my sister Danielle for at one point we thought we knew one another and then suddenly we grew and we found we didn t know each other that well at all any Still we are family and we do have this thing we are searching through inside of ourselves called love appropriately It is a word difficult to define and death causes us to face and figure out the workings of its pieces.Death I have wondered to myself how I would encounter and move my way around it For as much as I could not understand Jamaica s feelings towards her family, she used a tactic that I imagine I might also and have use when tackling an issue as piercing as death Writing through it The largest part of the text is a reflective first person dialogue around the subject of death and her reactions to it as she discoverseach day the brother whom she never really knew Forgive the cliche, but this book is brutally honest Resolutely so It s an extended lyric essay, as much poetry as prose, its repetitions and associative leaps capturing the complexly layered structure of human consciousness the inescapable presence of the past, how it shapes each moment we experience, the way certain seemingly insignificant thoughts and traumas continue to haunt our now like musical motifs In this book the reader, quite simply, inhabits the author s mind as she recalls Forgive the cliche, but this book is brutally honest Resolutely so It s an extended lyric essay, as much poetry as prose, its repetitions and associative leaps capturing the complexly layered structure of human consciousness the inescapable presence of the past, how it shapes each moment we experience, the way certain seemingly insignificant thoughts and traumas continue to haunt our now like musical motifs In this book the reader, quite simply, inhabits the author s mind as she recalls the death of her brother from AIDS and candidly excavates her and her family s traumatized psyches To me, Jamaica Kincaid is a contrived Her whole identity is duplicious and incoherent I also find her to be a cultural elitist that attempts to pass herself off as the victim of Antigua in general, and her mother in specific In the end, her brother s death is not about him, but is about her In fact, the entire book is one long prattle about herself mumbling, me, me, me I fail to see her attraction, at least in this volume, as her writing style is far from engagingakin to nails on a To me, Jamaica Kincaid is a contrived Her whole identity is duplicious and incoherent I also find her to be a cultural elitist that attempts to pass herself off as the victim of Antigua in general, and her mother in specific In the end, her brother s death is not about him, but is about her In fact, the entire book is one long prattle about herself mumbling, me, me, me I fail to see her attraction, at least in this volume, as her writing style is far from engagingakin to nails on a chalk board The sadest part, is I am left feeling little for her, at the death of her brother, or even for her mother, who has just lost her youngest child I would certainly remove this from a must read list Sigh , compared to the fiction I ve read by her, I think this book got a lot of praise because she was established already with two good books, and maybe, because its something readers could feel sympathetic towards For me, I was into it at first, and then thought that even its 198 pages in big type dragged on too long I still don t know her brother because she doesn t, she doesn t care me neither, and I don t know the mother because she only chooses to speak about her when she pleases I fe Sigh , compared to the fiction I ve read by her, I think this book got a lot of praise because she was established already with two good books, and maybe, because its something readers could feel sympathetic towards For me, I was into it at first, and then thought that even its 198 pages in big type dragged on too long I still don t know her brother because she doesn t, she doesn t care me neither, and I don t know the mother because she only chooses to speak about her when she pleases I feel like this book was an issue that interested her and so she wrote about it because this type of non fiction sells For me, I would of liked her to focus on some of the thoughts she places at the very beginning and end of the piece which tend to be rich and not so journalese the this is only something a mind like mine would think about part of it, for those who read it And I m not knocking clean prose, I like that this book wasn t jazzed or glittered up, but it lacked substance at certain areas too She was just stating the facts at times, I wanted , but maybe there wasn t much to give to begin with