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Shivanee’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Shivanee’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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Shivanee Ramlochan
Goodreads Author
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in St. Joseph, Trinidad and Tobago
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November 2009
URL
https://www.goodreads.com/novelniche
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Everyone Knows I Am a Haunting
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2017
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Bi+ Lines: An Anthology of Contemporary Bi+ Poetry
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2023
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Bodies Built for Game: The Prairie Schooner Anthology of Contemporary Sports Writing
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2019
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Senseisha: Memoirs of the Caribbean Woman
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2014
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Reclaim, Restore, Return: Futurist Tales from the Caribbean
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Unstitching Silence
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2025
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Thicker Than Water: New Writing From The Caribbean
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2018
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Caribbean Examinations Council Commemorative Compilation of Best Short Stories: Caribbean Secondary Education Certificate
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Writing For Our Lives: A Caribbean climate justice anthology
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and i am the man / laughing: “Connel, Morning”
Image: Port of Spain, Trinidad, posted at Flickr by Georgia Popplewell under a Creative Commons License.If you have spent any time at all in Port of Spain, you will know — like this poem knows — that it is worth writing about.
“Connel, Morning” comes from the section of You Have You Father Hard Head that focuses on travel: international to inside your backyard, these poems call on their travel
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Shivanee Ramlochan
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44 other people
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Alexander's review
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Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration:
"This book altered me forever---my politics, my sentences, my sensibility, my sense of what I wanted from life and from existence, from my country, from what it could mean to 'have politics', or to 'have sex'---everything. Afterward everything was dif"
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Shivanee Ramlochan
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Kenny's review
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Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration:
"Darkness has completely descended onto the landscape and I stood up and stretched my arms above my head and I wondered what it would be like if it were a perfect world. Only god knows. And he is dead.
Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration ~" Read more of this review » |
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“All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.”
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Shivanee Ramlochan
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Ceallaigh's review
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Their Eyes Were Watching God: A Novel:
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“She didn’t read books so she didn’t know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.” TITLE—Their Eyes Were Watching God AUTHOR—Zora Neale Hurston PUBLISHED—1937 GENRE—literary fiction SETTING—early 20th c. southern United States MAIN TH" Read more of this review » |
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“I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
― The Stream of Life
― The Stream of Life
“You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth.”
― Good Morning, Midnight
― Good Morning, Midnight
“I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.”
― Wide Sargasso Sea
― Wide Sargasso Sea
“If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”
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“Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.”
― The Republic of Love
― The Republic of Love
