Eu, Tituba: Bruxa negra de Salem

by Maryse Condé

Livro premiado de uma das mais importantes escritoras negras da atualidade, vencedora do New Academy Prize 2018 (Prêmio Nobel Alternativo)

Tituba, mulher negra, nascida em Barbados, no século XVII, renasce, três séculos depois. Torna-se outra vez real, pelas mãos da premiada escritora Maryse Condé, vencedora do New Academy Prize 2018 (Prêmio Nobel Alternativo).

No início do livro, Maryse Condé anota: "Tituba e eu vivemos uma estreita intimidade durante um ano. Foi no correr de nossas intermináveis conversas que ela me disse essas coisas que ainda não havia confiado a ninguém." Da mesma forma, quem lê Tituba poderá ouvi-la falar, do invisível, desestabilizando estruturas cristalizadas, mediando novas concepções de identidades e culturas e protegendo as pessoas insurgentes.

Aqui, essa personagem fascinante, é retirada do silêncio a que a historiografia lhe destinou. Filha de uma mulher negra escravizada, viveu cedo o terror de ver a mãe assassinada por se defender do estupro de um homem branco e de saber que o pai se matou por causa do mesmo homem branco. Cresceu sob os cuidados de uma mulher que tinha o poder da cura e que a iniciou nos mistérios. Adulta, apaixonou-se por John Indien e abdicou, por ele, da própria liberdade.

Uma das primeiras mulheres julgadas  por praticar bruxaria nos tribunais de Salem, em 1692, Tituba fora escravizada e levada para a Nova Inglaterra pelo pastor Samuel Parris, que a denunciou. Mesmo protegida pelos espíritos, não pôde escapar das mentiras e acusações da histeria puritana daquela época.

Genres: Historical Fiction, Fiction, Witches, Feminism, Historical, France, Classics

230 pages, Kindle Edition

First published January 1, 1986

About the author

Maryse Condé was a Guadeloupean, French language author of historical fiction, best known for her novel Segu. Maryse Condé was born as Maryse Boucolon at Pointe-à-Pitre, Guadeloupe, the youngest of eight children. In 1953, her parents sent her to study at Lycée Fénelon and Sorbonne in Paris, where she majored in English. In 1959, she married Mamadou Condé, an Guinean actor. After graduating, she taught in Guinea, Ghana, and Senegal. In 1981, she divorced, but the following year married Richard Philcox, English language translator of most of her novels.

Condé's novels explore racial, gender, and cultural issues in a variety of historical eras and locales, including the Salem witch trials in I, Tituba: Black Witch of Salem and the 19th century Bambara Empire of Mali in Segu.

In addition to her writings, Condé had a distinguished academic career. In 2004 she retired from Columbia University as Professor Emeritus of French. She had previously taught at the University of California, Berkeley, UCLA, the Sorbonne, The University of Virginia, and the University of Nanterre.

In March 2007, Condé was the keynote speaker at Franklin College Switzerland's Caribbean Unbound III conference, in Lugano, Switzerland.

Reviews

[leynes · Rating 4 out of 5]

REVIEW (2022):
In 2020, I first read I, Tituba in the original French and fell in love with its titular character, the narrative as a whole, and the postcolonial practice of writing back that Maryse Condé, a Black writer from Guadeloupe, implemented in this book. I have reviewed (and summarised) this book extensively (see below) and so I will only talk about the new realisations I had during my reread.

First and foremost, this time around, I read the book in its English translation. Partly because my French isn't excellent and so I knew I was missing some nuances/meanings in the story the first time around, and partly because I am just curious about translations in general, they fascinate me. And so I wasn't all that surprised that I, Tituba had a very different feel in English than it had in French (to me). It wasn't as magical, as thrilling, and exciting. That can be attributed to the fact that I knew the narrative fairly well going into it (so there weren't many surprises) but also because English is a lot more "matter of fact" to me as opposed to the more lyrical and beautiful French. Nonetheless, I immensely enjoyed the English translation and would recommend this version to anyone who can't speak French.

Secondly, I would like to give a trigger warning for rape. The first time around I didn't quite understand what the jailers did to Tituba in her cell and just how graphically Condé describes the rape. So be wary of that!

Thirdly, I would like to talk a little bit more about Tituba as a character. As much as I love her, there's also a part of me that's really frustrated by her actions. From the beginning it becomes clear that she is "special", she was cancelled out by Mama Yaya to be taught "witchcraft", basically healing powers and the ability to converse with the invisible world (ghosts). Tituba, as opposed to her mentor, is a proud girl though. Early on, she thinks: "Tituba must be loved." And that sentiment right there seems to be her downfall. But at least she's conscious of it, as she reflects in the afterlife: "I myself have loved men too much and continue to do so." (You go, girl.)

In the book, Condé explores what freedom means, what it means to sacrifice one's freedom for love, and how differently female desire can be shaped. Tituba loves to be loved. Throughout the book, she often gives up her freedom and chooses bondage to be with the men she has fallen in love with. Seeing her often dysfunctional and power-unbalanced relationships play out, Condé makes the reader ask themselves if men are capable of love in the first place, or are they just capable of possession and subjugation?

Through her relationship to the imprisoned Hester, Tituba comes to the realisation that "Life is too kind to men, whatever their color." And even though I understand where she is coming from, this statement truly undermines the horrors that enslaved (Black) men went through. Even though there's much to take fault with with Tituba's first husband, John Indian, I think it's truly unfair to claim that life had been "too kind" to him.

What makes Tituba a fascinating character is her relationship to freedom. Throughout the book, most of the Black (enslaved) people she meets tell her that it is her duty to survive ("The duty of a slave is to survive."). Tituba, however, wants more than survival. Hers is a pursuit of happiness and freedom. When Mama Yaya tells her that she wouldn't know what to do with freedom in the first place and Deodatus asks her contemptuously: "What will your freedom mean if your own people are in bondage?", Tituba is undeterred. Realising that the world she lives in is hell for Black people, she decides to kill her unborn child. ("If the world were going to receive my child, then it would have to change.")

Many of the discussion of what freedom for Black women can look like, reminded me of Toni Morrison's works, especially Sula and Beloved. Sula tries to seek the freedom of white men, only to end up alone and without friends on her death bed. Sethe kills her own 2-year-old daughter for fear of her enslavement. Both Condé's and Morrison's female characters rely on strong female relationships to sustain themselves: Sula and Nelly, Sethe and Denver, Tituba and Mama Yaya, and Elizabeth Parris, and Hester.

Lastly, I wanna talk about the ending of the novel. It has become clear that Tituba, though a victim, refuses to be victimised. Condé positions her as a subject. She is feeling. She feels rage and pain. And takes action. That action accumulates when she finally sets foot on her native land, Barbados, again toward the end of the novel. There, Condé opens up the interesting question what would happen if Black folks not only wanted freedom and equality, but revenge, revenge for all the harm that's been done to them and their people.

Tituba joins a band of local maroons whose leader Christopher is. One thing of note is that Christopher asks Tituba to make him invincible with her magical powers. This trope truly reminded me of She Would Be King and I am now convinced that Wayétu Moore was actually inspired for the premise of her debut novel by Condé's I, Tituba. Anyways, moving on, after being shunned by Christopher, Tituba finds solace with a young enslaved man Iphigene, and the two plot a revolt together. When Christopher betrays them, Tituba and her new lover die. Condé presents her death as a relief, as it is only in the afterlife that Tituba can truly be free, find solace, and take action in a successful way (i.e. as a spirit, she harden's Black people's hearts to fight, and inspires disobedience and the will for rebellion. in them).

Personally, I found this message to be a bit confusing and uncomfortable. It's something that's echoed in Morrison as well. The idea that Black women can only find true solace, peace and freedom in death. I don't wanna definitely that that isn't true, as none of us will experience a world without racism, structural discrimination and violence, yet I'd like to believe that some form of freedom (or at least the feeling of it) is possible for all of us ... in life, not in death.


REVIEW (2020):
Wow. Wow. Wow. I have no words. I was recommended this book by my Black literature professor, and I already knew that all of her recommendations slap ... so I don't know why I am as shocked as I am right now but this book, man, this book is it. I, Tituba: Black Witch of Salem will go down as one of my favorites of 2020, if not of all time.

Before we get into it (and boy, we will get into it), I would look to draw your attention to the wonderful Maryse Condé who crafted this masterpiece. Maryse Condé is a Guadeloupean novelist, critic and playwright and all her works explore the African diaspora that resulted from slavery and colonialism in the Caribbean. She writes in French (and if you're able to speak the language, I'd highly advise reading her work in the original because damn, this woman can write) but her novels have been translated into English, German, Dutch, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Japanese, so make sure to check them out!

All her novels explore racial, gender and cultural issues in a variety of historical eras and locales, so there should be something for everyone's liking: Ségou is set in the 19th-century Bamabara Empire of Mali, The Tree of Life concerns itself with the building of the Panama Canal in the 20th century and its influence on increasing the West Indian middle class, and then in I, Tituba: Black Witch of Salem she treats us to a unique and never been done before look at the Salem witch trials at the end of the 17th century in colonial Massachusetts. Another book worth mentioning is Windward Heights, her very own adaption of Wuthering Heights in a Caribbean setting. [I know that this will be the next Condé that I'll write ... I've been dying to get my hands on an explicitly Black Heathcliff for years now!]

Maryse Condé has kept considerable distance from most Caribbean literary movements, such as Negritude and Creolité, and has often focused on topics with strong feminist and political concerns. A radical activist in her work as well as in her personal life, Condé has admitted: "I could not write anything... unless it has a certain political significance. I have nothing else to offer that remains important."

Now, that I've hopefully piqued your interest in Maryse Condé's writing, let's get into the historical background of Tituba, since it'll explain why Condé's book is so brave and necessary.

Tituba was the first woman to be accused of practicing witchcraft during the 1692 Salem witch trials. She was enslaved and owned by Samuel Parris of Danvers, Massachusetts. Although her origins are debated, research has suggested that she was a South American native and sailed from Barbados to New England with Samuel Parris.

Little is known regarding Tituba's life prior to her enslavement. She became a pivotal figure in the witch trials when she confessed to witchcraft while also making claims that both Sarah Good and Sarah Osborne participated in said witchcraft. She was imprisoned and later released by Samuel Conklin, but little to nothing is known about Tituba's life following her subsequent release.

Maryse Condé has taken it upon herself to breathe life into this woman's life story. In her fictitious account of her life, I, Tituba: Black Witch of Salem, Maryse Condé moves Tituba from the margins, to which she was condemned by historians and scholars alike, to the centre. In the true fashion of the postcolonial practice of "writing back", Maryse Condé gives voice to a woman that history has neglected and tossed aside for way too long.

In recent years works such as Jean Rhys's Wide Sargasso Sea, J.M. Coetzee's Foe and Peter Carey's Jack Maggs, which 'write back' to classic English texts, have attracted considerable attention as offering a paradigm for the relationship between postcolonial writing and the 'canon'. Like Toni Morrison once said, the absence of Blackness [or people of color, to put it in broader terms] is also a presence, it lingers in every work of white classic literature that we read. When we read books by white authors that feature only white characters and were intended for a white audience, the question about the 'other' are always subconsciously on our minds. Where are the people of color in these narratives? Through 'writing back' postcolonial writers manage to place people of color right back at the centres of narratives, where they belong.

I think a lot of people would benefit from reading and engaging with postcolonial literature as it makes ourselves aware of the gaps in our bookshelves, our education, our minds ... it centres voices that have been silenced for way too long. Therefore, I, Tituba: Black Witch of Salem is a must-read for everyone. It cannot be that revered classics about the Salem witch trials don't mention Tituba at all, or place her at the sidelines with next to no significance (like Arthur Miller's The Crucible).

Je hurlai et plus je hurlais, plus j’éprouvais le désire de hurler. De hurler ma souffrance, ma révolte, mon impuissante colère. Quel était ce monde qui avait fait de moi une esclave, une orpheline, une paria? Quel était ce monde qui me séparait des miens? Qui m’obligeait à vivre parmi des gens qui ne parlaient pas ma langue, qui ne partageaient pas ma religion, dans un pays malgracieux, peu avenant?

[translation] I screamed and the more I screamed, the more I felt the desire to scream. To scream out my suffering, my revolt, my impotent anger... What was this world that had made me a slave, an orphan, an outcast? What was this world that separated me from my own? What was this world that forced me to live among people who did not speak my language, who did not share my religion, in a country that was crude and not very accommodating?

In the Condé's novel, Tituba is biracial, born on Barbados to a young African slave woman who was raped by an English sailor. Tituba's mother is hanged after defending herself from the sexual advances of her white owner. Tituba is run off the plantation and becomes a maroon, having no owner, but not able to connect to society. She grows up living with an old spiritual herbalist named Mama Yaya [whom I absolutely adored, like she was the best], and learning about traditional healing methods. She falls in love and marries a slave, John Indian, willing to return to slavery on his behalf. [This is just the first of many questionable choices Tituba makes for her lover(s).]

Shortly thereafter, Tituba and John Indian are sold to Samuel Parris, the Puritan clergyman known historically for bringing about the Salem Witch Trials. Parris takes Tituba and John Indian to Boston, then to Salem Village, where Tituba is accused of witchcraft and arrested. Tituba is thrown into a cell with a pregnant Hester Prynne, the heroine from Nathaniel Hawthorne's novel The Scarlet Letter. The bond that these women form ... I cannot put into words how much their relationship and love and care for each other meant to me. Like, Condé really did that.

Tituba survives the trials by confessing, and is sold as a servant to a Jewish merchant, Benjamin Cohen d'Azevedo. She cares for Benjamin and his nine children until the Puritans set fire to the house, killing all the children. He decides to set her free, and sends her back to Barbados.

Tituba initially stays with a group of maroons, sleeping with their leader, Christopher, who dreams of immortality. She returns to the shack where she had lived with Mama Yaya, and works as a healing herbalist for the slaves in the area. The slaves bring her a young man, Iphigene, who they thought would die, but Tituba nurses him back to health. He plans a revolt against the plantation owners. The night before the revolt, the couple are arrested. They and his followers are hanged. Tituba and Iphigene join the spirit realm, inciting future revolts whenever possible.

Maryse Condé really manages to make Tituba come to life. No matter how unbelievable some of the things that happen to her are, Tituba always feels real. She is very human, with the ability to make mistakes. Many of her irrational and seemingly illogical decisions are inspired by listening to her heart, not her head. She is perhaps one of the most relatable characters in historical fiction, possessing very modern views on sexual liberation and showing respect for the beliefs of others which differ from her own.

I, Tituba: Black Witch of Salem is, despite its heavy themes, SUCH A FUN BOOK. I know, a bit weird ... but Maryse Condé writes in such a fun, fresh, inspiring and empowering way ... you cannot help to fall in love with Tituba. Her wit, her sarcasm, the way she details the hypocrisy of the (often religious) societies that she finds herself in. This novel is such a treat. It made me so damn happy. It's such a playful novel that still manages to tear on your heartstrings. This book is everything!

[Emily May · Rating 4 out of 5]

There was one thing, however, that I didn't know: evil is a gift received at birth. There's no acquiring it. Those of us who have not come into this world armed with spurs and fangs are losers in every combat.

If you want a horror story, try combining slavery with the Salem witch trials.

Though, of course, this horror story is based in reality, and based on a real woman named Tituba who was one of the first accused in the trials. Condé continues the 19th century myth of portraying Tituba as a Black Caribbean woman, but, in reality, she was actually an enslaved Native American woman.

The book begins with Tituba being conceived by rape, then a few short years later witnessing the lynching of her mother. This sets the tone for the rest of this horrific tale. It's a life story— and not a happy one —in which our narrator is repeatedly enslaved, accused and abused, and it's compelling in the awful way that anything which moves from atrocity to atrocity is compelling.

Though primarily historical fiction, the author also introduces some magical realism. Tituba is not a witch in the Satan-worshipping way her accusers imagine her to be, but she is gifted with healing using herbs and toads, and she can speak with the spirits of the dead. Throughout the novel, the ghosts of those she has lost are a powerful presence, guiding her through hardship.

Tituba is a tough character, as she had to be. Though her life is a series of tragedies, she does not become defined by them, and still finds room for love, desire and friendship.

I have a couple of criticisms— the anachronistic use of "feminist" (though whether responsibility for this lies with the author or translator I cannot say) and the fact that Tituba had sex with Iphigene. It was just gross; even she said it felt incestuous as she was like a mother to him. Then she later calls him "my son, my lover" 🤢 And, of course, the erasure of Native American enslavement, though I assume that was not intentional.

If I haven't made it clear already, please note that the book contains graphic violence, torture and rape.

[Rowena · Rating 5 out of 5]

"What is a witch? I noticed that when he said the word, it was marked with disapproval. Why should that be? Why? Isn't the ability to communicate with the invisible world, to keep constant links with the dead, to care for others and heal, a superior gift of nature that inspires respect, admiration, and gratitude?"- Maryse Condé, I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem

With my interest in discovering hidden stories, this book was right up my alley. I can hardly think of a worse fate than being an enslaved black woman in the New World in the 17th Century. I know about the Salem Witch Trials but I didn't know that there was a black witch who had played a role. Tituba, who was born and raised in Barbados but moved to America, ends up playing such a pivotal role in the Salem witch trials, yet I'd never heard of her until I came across this book. I think it's obvious that what was omitted in history clearly shows what (or who) has been valued in history. It also shows that in many cases black people weren't even considered worthy of a footnote.

Angela Davis' foreword is very powerful, and one part I kept coming back to because it resonated with me, as I believe it would resonate with anyone who wasn't taught their proper history:

"Tituba looked for her story in the history of the Salem witch trials and could not find it. I have looked for my history in the story of the colonization of this continent and I have found silences, omissions, distortions, and fleeting, enigmatic insinuations."

But literature is powerful and gives life and a voice to people long dead and sometimes long forgotten. It is indeed a moment of triumph when Condé decided to give Tituba a voice. Even if someone didn't get justice then, they can at least get some sense of justice through literature, especially when their story, which may have been ridiculed, is finally understood.

"Tituba's revenge consists in having persuaded one of her descendants to rewrite her own moment in history in her own African oral tradition."

[Beverly · Rating 4 out of 5]

Tituba finds out soon enough in Salem, that,". . . .evil is a gift received at birth. There is no acquiring it. Those of us who have not come into this world armed with spurs and fangs are losers in every combat." And also that, "The truth always arrives too late because it walks slower than lies. Truth crawls at a snail's pace."

I enjoyed Tituba's thoughts and how the Puritans looked through her eyes. She is filled with loving kindness and only wants to use her gift with herbs and stories to help heal peopele and entertain children, but it is not to be. Her story is not an uncommon one though. In the history of the United States (as the writer puts so forcefully of)," . . . narrow-mindedness, hypocrisy, and racism, little has changed since the days of the Puritans." This is not a retelling of Tituba's story, since almost nothing is known about her, except for some trial transcripts, so the author does a reimagining of what she might have been like and what she might have thought about this strange world she had been brought to.

[Tahani Shihab · Rating 4 out of 5]

“الموتى لا يموتون إلَّا متى ماتوا في قلوبنا. يظلُّون على قيد الحياة إذا ما ظللنا على حبِّهم، إذا ما كرَّمنا ذكراهم، إذا ما وضعنا على قبورهم ما كانوا يؤثِرونه في حياتهم من طعامٍ؛ وإذا ما انكفأنا على ذواتنا، على فتراتٍ منتظمة، كي نتَّصل بذكراهم”.

“الرجال لا يحبُّون. إنَّهم يتملَّكون. يَستبعدون”.

“ما أعجبهُ حُبَّ الوطن! نحملهُ معنا كما نحملُ دماءنا، كما نحملُ أعضاءنا. ويكفي أن يُفرَّقَ بيننا وبين أرضنا، لنُحسَّ وجعًا يصعدُ من أعمقِ أعماقِ كياننا، وجعًا لا يهدأ”.

“كيف سيصير العالمُ إن خافت نساؤنا؟ سينهارُ العالمُ! ستنهارُ قبَّتهُ، والنجوم التي تزيِّنُها ستسقط معفَّرةً في ترابِ الطرقات!”.

“لا تصيري مثلهم، هم الذين لا يعرفون إلَّا الشرَّ!”.

“إنَّ الشراسةَ موهبةٌ تمنحُ للإنسانِ بالولادة. إنَّها لا تُكتسبُ. من لم يأتِ منَّا إلى العالم مسلَّحًا بالمخالبِ والأنياب، سيخسر كلّ معركةٍ يخوضها”.

“ساذجٌ هو من يظنُّ أنَّه يكفي أن يُعلنَ براءته لكي يُثبتها! ساذجٌ من يجهل أنَّ الخيرَ المبذولَ تجاه الأشرارِ أو الضعفاءِ ينقلبُ شرًَّا!”.

“إنَّ الحياة رفيقةٌ بالرجالِ، سواءٌ أكانوا بيضًا أو سودًا!”.

“أين الشيطان؟ أليس يختفي في تضاعيف معاطفِ القضاة؟ أليس يتحدَّث بلسان القضاة ورجال الكنيسة؟”.

“الحقيقة دائمًا تصل متأخِّرة، لأنَّها تمشي أبطأ من الكذب”.

[La loca de los libros · Rating 5 out of 5]

"Abena, mi madre, fue violada por un marinero inglés en la cubierta del Christ the King un día de 16**, mientras el navío zarpaba rumbo a Barbados. Yo fui fruto de aquella agresión. De aquel despreciable acto de odio."

Así comienza esta monumental novela que me ha tenido fascinada de principio a fin.

"En Bridgetown, Susanna Endicott ya me había dejado claro que, a sus ojos, el color de mi piel denotaba una clara complicidad con el Maligno. Por aquel entonces, podía permitirme el lujo de tomarme sus palabras a la ligera y de considerarlas un disparate propio de una solterona amargada. En Salem, sin embargo, todo el mundo era de la misma opinión que ella."

Maravillosa portada la del libro que les reseño hoy, pero créanme cuando les digo que su interior es aún mejor.

Vamos allá ⤵️

Maryse Condé se ha basado en un contexto histórico y un personaje real como lo era Tituba para contarnos una historia de ficción histórica que encierra entre sus páginas amor y magia, relaciones amargas, injusticias, esclavitud y mucho, mucho dolor pero también esperanza y liberación ✨

Con el marco de los juicios de las brujas de Salem de fondo, iremos conociendo la vida de Tituba desde que era niña, su difícil infancia, su manera tan bonita y respetuosa de relacionarse con la naturaleza (aunque a veces las circunstancias exigían algún sacrificio animal), y con los que ya no están entre nosotros en un plano físico.
Cuando Tituba se aleja de su querida Barbados y acaba en Salem seremos testigos de su declaración real durante los famosos juicios, sacados de los documentos oficiales de la época.

Durante la lectura se nos muestran diversos métodos de tortura que me han dejado helada, yo por lo menos no conocía uno de los que se nombran, da auténtico pavor pensar que algo así pudo suceder. Mostrándonos también una sociedad hipócrita que tenía siempre la palabra de la biblia en la boca pero que en cuanto menos te lo esperabas te traicionaban de la peor manera. Veremos así donde residía realmente la maldad en una sociedad en la que predominaba el miedo, la superstición y la pura inquina acusando al vecino por el simple hecho de tener alguna rencilla con él o ella.

"La verdad llega siempre demasiado tarde porque camina más despacio que la mentira."

Los conflictos raciales, la injusticia y, con ello, la violencia que acarrea, son temas que me afectan sobremanera así que por ello siento que no le puedo dar menos de cinco estrellas.
Es necesario, y más en los tiempos que corren, recordar la historia y reivindicar tanto abuso por parte de aquellos que se creían amos y señores del mundo, con poder para gobernar sobre otros por la sencilla razón de tener distinto color de piel.
Es algo que me hierve la sangre de pura impotencia.
Además, su autora lo ha contado de manera tan bella y poética que es de esas historias que te tocan la fibra.
Es irremediable.
Tituba se ha ganado un hueco en mi corazón 🖤 para siempre.

"El deber de un esclavo es sobrevivir."

En definitiva, "Yo, Tituba, la bruja negra de Salem", es un viaje al pasado que
encenderá todos tus sentidos y transformará tanta rabia y dolor en sabiduría.
Una novela donde se le da voz a aquellos que se la negaron durante tanto tiempo.
Tal y como nos cuenta la propia Tituba desde la poderosa voz que le otorga Maryse, su canción no ha dejado de sonar, la seguimos oyendo en todo momento. Pues viva o muerta, continúa dedicándose a aliviar el dolor y a curar a quien lo necesita. A sembrar una semilla de valor en el corazón de los hombres.
A alimentarlos con sueños de libertad. De victoria. No existe una sola revuelta cuyo origen no haya provocado Tituba. Ni un solo movimiento de insurrección que ella no haya desencadenado ⛓️‍💥

Su leyenda sigue más viva que nunca gracias a que autoras como Maryse la han devuelto a la vida de la manera más bella.

Una novela reivindicativa y liberadora que no dudaré en recomendar 🖤

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[Ulysse · Rating 5 out of 5]

I Tituba Black Witch of Salem
Look back on the ghosts of the past
And hail them

Abena my mother whom I barely knew
And Man Yaya who showed me what herbs
I could brew

To them I owe supernatural gifts
For the sun and the moon and the stars
I can shift

And by mixing the blood of a calf with my tears
I can cut off a life or increase it
By years

Though I am more prone to goodness than not
A vengeful spirit at times makes me
So hot

I could give in to hatred and kill
Maim and torture like others but I'll
Do no such ill

We witches already have a bad reputation
It is us who are blamed for the fall
Of each nation

If a dog be sick or its master unwell
Me and my sisters are hunted and pushed
Down a well

Never mind if we sink or if we do swim
It’s the judge’s decision can’t
Argue with him

And me I was born a witch and a slave
With black skin on my bones no white God
Wants to save

No matter which way I turn I will lose
Between the galleys and the gallows
I must choose

And who will remember me when I am gone?
A daughter a son a good friend
I have none

My skin it now blends with the prickly bark
Of a tree spreading branches so thick
And so dark

A home I provide for insects and birds
And shade for Lost Babes who can still hear
My words

I Tituba Black Witch of Salem
Call out to the ghosts of the future
And hail them

[Luke · Rating 4 out of 5]

4.5/5

I'm flabbergasted by anyone proclaiming the "death of the novel" in this day and age, I really am. Not only is the word "novel" built on arbitrary Eurocentric standards that weren't even validated by academia until men wrested the structure away from female writers, where's that infamous lust for weirdly wrought frontiers so proudly held up by the status quo? Is it the fanfiction spanning thousands of 250-word-average pages that scares one to pieces? Or is it the burgeoning non-European sense of the word nibbling at the bulwarks of colonial sanctity that's walking over one's grave? Whatever it is, it's exemplified by this book here, one written more than 20 years ago and still sparking enraged "It's not historical fiction! It's not apolitical (an impossible state btw)! I can't like it if I can't pigeonhole it!" in the reviews below. Despite the absurdity of the lot, I can't help but look fondly on such flustered hullabaloo, for it's guaranteed to lead me somewhere interesting.

If you mixed Mr. Fox and Omeros together, you wouldn't get anything like this, but it's a good grounding for the postmodern-parody-forging-of-identity-reclamation-of-post-colonial-culture jargon one's going to be throwing out whenever someone encounters a black female writer who doesn't write in English about serious endeavors with which she insists of having fun. Fun's a poor word for it, but 'joyful humanity' is a bit too bogged, so find your own worded intermediary in this tale of Tituba, come back to get her revitalizing revenge on a slighting history that is never about the usual death and destruction and all that patriarchal jazz, but life. There's torture and murder and not a bit of shying away from the reek of bodily functions propagated by poor pieces of historical works that encourages such misbegotten yearnings for a time of little bathing and no indoor plumping, but ultimately, there is life.

Getting back to the "death of the novel", I'd believe it if there weren't works like these so concerned with the erasure of history, the eradication of selves due to physical characteristics, and the creation of a rich and wonderful reality through the powers of composition and a devil-may-care equalizing of "truth" and humanity. Times may have changed, but the world remains one where the very existence of certain combinations of traits in particular persons is cause for consternation and critical evaluation, making for works such as these that question the reader as much as the values of past, present, and future. Best of all, this is no looming straightjacket of academic hogwash, but a fascinating piece of sex and magic and areas of the world too often brushed over by official pens and papers. In short, those "death of the novel"-ers don't know what they're missing.

P.S. Bisexuality! They didn't say it, but fanfiction senses don't lie.

[Rodrigo · Rating 4 out of 5]

Me ha gustado, pero había muchas divagaciones, pero es interesante saber que fue una de las acusadas de brujería en Salem.
Hay que ver el daño que hizo la ignorancia y la religión en su momento...
Valoración: 7.75/10
Sinopsis: "Abena, mi madre, un marinero inglés la violó en la cubierta de Cristo Rey un día en 16** mientras navegaba hacia Barbados. Es de esta agresión que nací... Así comienza la novela de Maryse Condé dedicada a Tituba, la hija de un esclavo, que era una de las brujas de Salem. Cómo Tituba se ganó la reputación de bruja en Barbados, cómo amó y se casó con John Indian, cómo ambos fueron vendidos al pastor Samuel Parris, quien los llevó a Boston y luego al pueblo de Salem. Fue allí, en esta sociedad puritana, donde la histeria colectiva provocó la caza de brujas y los infames juicios de 1692. Maryse Condé ha elegido hablarnos de Tituba, a quien la historia ha olvidado para recordar solo a las brujas blancas, las que fueron ahorcadas y que inspiraron Las brujas de Salem de Arthur Miller. De la saga africana de Ségou, Maryse Condé ha pasado a una crónica más íntima, una "historia romántica" que, sin embargo, retoma los grandes temas tratados en sus libros anteriores: Los muros de la tierra y La tierra que se desmorona (Ségou I y II).
# 42. Un libro con un título que empiece con la letra Y. Reto Popsugar 2025

[Carol Rodríguez · Rating 4 out of 5]

Este libro es ficción histórica, habla de los juicios de Salem de 1692, sí, pero también de muchas otras cosas. Está narrado en primera persona por la propia Tituba, que nace en la isla de Barbuda y cuya madre, una esclava llevada allí desde África, ha sido violada por un blanco. Tenemos aquí una historia sobre la esclavitud y sobre las dificultades de las mujeres, tanto negras como blancas, para lograr respeto y libertad. Es un libro potente, triste y vibrante, entretenido y en ningún momento estancado.

Sobre la persona de Tituba es una interpretación libre, ya que realmente no se sabe cómo acabó sus días esta mujer y se dijeron muchas cosas sobre ella, pero es la herramienta para acercarnos a todos estos momentos históricos tan lamentables. He sentido mucha tristeza con este libro, pero es de esos relatos que hay que leer. No se lleva las 5 estrellas porque la parte final puede que me pareciera algo más rebuscada.

[Iloveplacebo · Rating 4 out of 5]

3'75 / 5

Me ha gustado conocer a Tituba, pero tengo que decir que esperaba que el libro me gustara más. Aún así es un libro que merece la pena ser leído, sobre todo para ver la barbarie de la especie humana.


Una pequeña "reseña/resumen" con spoilers. Aunque estos spoilers son cosas que se saben, pero por si acaso aviso.

Como vivir entre la mala suerte y la vida:

Nace tras la violación de un blanco a su madre.
Matan a su madre porque, o señor, ella intentaba que su "amo" no la violara.
Su padre (un padre no biológico, pero que la quería como si lo fuera) también muere. Se suicida porque lo venden a otro amo, alejándolo de Tituba, como castigo por lo que hizo su mujer.
Pierde a la mujer que la crio desde la muerte de sus padres.
Se enamora de un hombre que, aunque no la trata mal, es un cobarde, y le dará la espalda.
La familia a la que sirve, muy puritanos ellos, le acusan de bruja, y le dan la espalda.
El judío al que sirve después de los juicios la trata bien, pero se tienen que separar.
Llega a su tierra natal solo para que la vuelvan a hacer sufrir.
Por supuesto no tiene un final feliz.


Tituba es una mujer muy fuerte, lo demuestra con todo lo que tiene que vivir, con todo lo que tiene que aguantar, y con todo a lo que sobrevive.
Merecía una vida mejor, pero al menos nos queda que al otro lado parece feliz.

[Teresa · Rating 5 out of 5]

4.75 (the last-quarter star left off due to my own failings)

I came to this novel expecting historical fiction of a sort, a reimagining and expansion of the story of a woman central to the Salem witch trials of the 17th century. Though the author makes use of the historical record, this is not ‘mere’ historical fiction; it’s so much more: folklore, feminist text, epic tale, even speculative fiction of a sort.

Condé works from one of the assertions that Tituba was from Barbados, taken from there by Reverend Parris, who eventually settles in the village of Salem (different from the town of Salem, not sure I realized that before), now Danvers. Condé’s story starts with Tituba narrating her conception, the rape of her mother, an Ashanti woman, by a white English sailor on a slave ship ironically named Christ the King, part of the slave trade from Africa to the West Indies.

Due to my assumption, I didn’t know what I was reading at first. I noted some continuity errors, or what I thought were such, wondering if they were translation choices. But when I got to the middle section with Tituba’s meeting Hester in jail, I was astounded and had to reevaluate all that came before. Hester does not end up with the same fate as that in her originator’s story and she speaks as a white feminist of today; but, undoubtedly, she is Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Hester. Confused as I was at first, this meeting between the two women was my favorite part of the book. (Traditional as my reading can be, I guess I'm a postmodernist at heart.)

The treatment of the Jewish people in Puritanical Massachusetts becomes a theme; and around this point of the story, the language of the book changed, becoming much smoother and all-knowing. I was having issues with the latter (again wondering if some of it was a translation choice); but, due to what happens after Tituba returns to Barbados, that too ends up making sense.

The afterword, written by Ann Armstrong Scarboro, which also includes her interview with Condé, helped me feel better about my confusions. Armstrong Scarboro admits that on her first reading she completely missed the parody of the last section. I certainly did, and I know I would benefit from a reread as well.

For the same stated purpose of this novel, I was reminded of another short novel I recently read, Ana Historic by Daphne Marlatt. Both are written by women who wanted to add to and expand the story of a woman whose fuller story was left out of the historical record by the men in charge.

In the interview Condé says she wanted the title of the work to be merely I, Tituba but the publisher said it was too “laconic”. I can’t help but think the subtitle was added for a sensational effect, as Condé’s Tituba is a healer, not a witch (in the sense it's defined here), and she’s certainly not ‘of’ Salem.

[Amalia (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ · Rating 5 out of 5]

¡UNA HISTORIA SUBLIME!
La autora nos relata la vida de Tituba, basada en hechos reales excepto el final. Este, aparte de ser impactante, la autora nos dice que habría sido el mejor para la protagonista.
.
A SUBLIME STORY!
The author tells us the life of Tituba, based on real events except the end. This, apart from being shocking, the author tells us that it would have been the best for the protagonist.

[Juanjo Aranda · Rating 4 out of 5]

Es probable que todos hayáis oído hablar de los famosos juicios de Salem. Pues hoy, los vamos a vivir desde dentro, desde la piel de Tituba, una esclava negra a la que todos consideraban bruja.

Maryse Condé nos cuenta de una forma muy sencilla la desgarradora vida de esta mujer, condenada desde su nacimiento por su condición. Sentiremos su angustia y su impotencia por la crueldad de la sociedad hacia ella, cuando lo único que pretendía con sus conocimientos de medicina natural y rituales sanadores era ayudar a la gente.

En nuestra librería pasa a ser una de las tres mejores lecturas del mes de marzo, porque a pesar de la crudeza de la historia, Condé consigue enamorarnos dotando al relato de una belleza y una sencillez extraordinaria.

Y aunque después de leerlo yo no me atrevo ni a ofrecer una manzanilla a alguien con una indigestión, que esto de las hogueras lo llevo muy mal ya que soy de piel más bien seca, sí que me atrevo recomendarlo muchísimo. Os encantará:

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[Pedro Pacifico Book.ster · Rating 5 out of 5]

Como é bom descobrir uma autora e uma obra tão incríveis! Esse foi um livro que conheci no final de 2019 e, desde que recomendei aqui no #desafiobookster2020, só recebi feedbacks positivos! Autora caribenha, nascida em 1937, Maryse Condé foi vencedora de diversos prêmios literários, tendo em 2018 recebido o New Academy Prize (Prêmio Nobel Alternativo).

A obra pode ser enquadrada na categoria de ficção histórica, em que a autora parte de um fato histórico verídico - a morte de Tituba, uma mulher negra e escravizada, condenada por bruxaria pelos tribunais de Salém - e utiliza a ficção para preencher as lacunas dos registros históricos.

A vida de Tituba é marcada por rejeição, perdas e sofrimento. O início do livro já nos antecipa o destino triste traçado para a personagem: "Abena, minha mãe, foi violentada por um marinheiro inglês no convés do Christ the King, num dia de 16**, quando o navio zarpava para Barbados. Dessa agressão nasci. Desse ato de agressão e desprezo.”

Escravizada ainda na infância, Tituba perde a sua mãe em um triste ato de violência e abuso. A partir disso, descobre e aprende com Man Yayá o poder das plantas e do “invisível” para fazer o bem ao próximo. E é justamente essa sua cultura, essa sua outra forma de enxergar a morte e a ciência, que são utilizados pelo grupos puritanos do século XVII para enquadrá-la como bruxa. Então ser bruxa é ser alguém que se pensa diferente e se coloca em risco para poder ajudar o outro?

E apesar do sofrimento desde o primeiro momento de sua vida, encontramos em Tituba uma mulher guerreira e que não se cala ante às discriminações que enfrenta ao longo da sua vida. Isso, na minha opinião, deixa o livro menos angustiante - embora não menos doloroso. Leitura incrível, que nos faz refletir e aprender sobre um período histórico a partir da perspectiva de uma personagem por muito tempo esquecida.

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[Harun Ahmed · Rating 4 out of 5]

সপ্তদশ শতাব্দীর এক সত্য ঘটনা অবলম্বনে এই উপন্যাস রচিত। ক্রীতদাস প্রথা, কৃষ্ণাঙ্গদের ওপর অবর্ণনীয় অত্যাচার আর তৎকালীন সমাজব্যবস্থা উঠে এসেছে ডাইনি তিতুবার জীবনের বিভিন্ন পর্যায়ের ঘটনা থেকে। সাথে মিশে গেছে জাদুবাস্তবতা। সালমান রুশদি নিকারাগুয়া বেড়াতে গিয়ে বলেছিলেন, দেশটিকে বুঝতে হলে আগে মৃতদের দিয়ে শুরু করা উচিত কারণ দেশটি প্রেতাত্মা দিয়ে পরিপূর্ণ ছিলো। এ উক্তির পেছনে ছিলো নিকারাগুয়ার যাপিত জীবন আর নির্মম ইতিহাস। লোকশ্রুতি যেখানে এমন, সেখানেই তো দেখা মিলবে জাদুবাস্তবতার। মৃত অতৃপ্ত আত্মারা ভিড় জমায় তিতুবার আশেপাশে, তাকে পরামর্শ দেয়, দিব্যি স্বাভাবিকভাবে। এদের জীবিত আর মৃতে কোনো পার্থক্য নেই, যেন এটাই নিয়তি। সালেমের কালো ডাইনি আর তার সাথে ঘটে যাওয়া ঘটনাপ্রবাহ ইতিহাসের এক অন্ধকারাবৃত অধ্যায়কে উন্মোচিত করে আমাদের সামনে।কী ভয়াবহ নিষ্করুণ সেই অধ্যায়!

[Alex · Rating 1 out of 5]

It is risky to damn a clearly feminist text when you're a man. Thankfully, that is a risk I'm happy to take. There are times when we need to accept that quality does not mean ideology, and I feel this is a perfect example thereof.

For starters, there is a decided discrepancy between the book's decided purpose (giving a voice for a character in history who has been marginalized) and the actual result of any speculative historical fiction. This can be no more a true take on who Tituba was than the menial information we may have from the Crucible and the historical texts which inspired both that and "I, Tituba." If the real Tituba could come back and read this, she may well be just as offended by the presumptions of this text as she would be of the mere footnote she registers in historical text.

There's also the fact that Tituba -is- a witch. The text makes quite a bit of ado about the nature of the word... she is not a witch in the negative sense that we read the word most often, but she still conjures and brews and has magic at her fingertips. This magic is real, in terms of the book. She can cure people with concoctions and charms, influence fate with ritual sacrifice, and even allow a man to speak with his dead family. The horror of the witch trials was how the fervor grew like a flame, and ended with so many innocent women imprisoned or slain for literally doing nothing. By framing Tituba as a literal sorceress of her own sort, it is harder to be sympathetic. The reader knows she is a "good witch," but even without the religious overtones to Puritan society, how many modern people would not still fear someone who, if magic existed, knew how to harness that energy? We can look at the sexist and racist undertones of these decisions, but that becomes little more than a mask when the protagonist is no longer falsely accused, especially when Tituba herself invokes venom against her tormentors with the same blindness they use to judge her as a black woman. We understand, yet something still rings false.

No less difficult is that Tituba, in some way, brings this upon herself. She lives free in Barbados, but in pursuing a man, one known for his flightiness and trickery, she finds herself enslaved as the wife of a slave. There was fair warning from the magic world. She ignores it. Tituba, unconstrained by the mores of an incredibly conservative white population, is very sexual, but what keeps her ensnared time and time again through the novel is not this freedom of sexual expression, but her inability to keep it separate from love. From her first enslavement with Joe Indian to the final liaison leading to her death, it is not men who trap her, but herself who allows herself to wander into the snares. Further, it is she who practices her magic in a world that is already suspicious. It is she who lets the children know of her powers. We see what could be a strong female character continually undone not only by a world that is ideologically oppressive to what she is from the start, but by her own naivete in how she forges her way in that world.

By the time Hester Prynne makes her way into the narrative, I was asking myself, who is still reading this? This is the point where we leave the already tenuous historic elements behind for pure ideology. Hester exists as a device, another unfairly accused woman kept down by the patriarchy. But Hester is so quintessentially fiction as a character (not to say she could not be real, but that she isn't), and her existence in this text so immaterial to who that character is, she becomes an elephant that everyone but Conde seems to notice in the room. She is a fictional take on a fictional character, which blows open the conceit of this being a more real interpretation of Tituba than the very brief sketches left over from the witch trials. Hester makes the suspension of disbelief we willingly engage in early on, accepting the spiritual world, feel all for naught. It becomes artifice for a fully different agenda, and is heavy handed in that delivery. In the long run, we're left with a story that becomes too self conscious of a subtext to do either the stated purpose of the text or the reader thereof much good.

[Paul Fulcher · Rating 3 out of 5]

There would never, ever be a careful, sensitive biography recreating my life and its suffering.

The Guadeloupean author Maryse Condé was the first - and probably the last given its one off purpose - winner of The New Academy Prize in Literature - create after the problems that prevented the Nobel Prize being awarded this year. See https://www.dennyaakademien.com/

The citation read:

Maryse Condé is a grand storyteller. Her authorship belongs to world literature. In her work, she describes the ravages of colonialism and the postcolonial chaos in a language which is both precise and overwhelming. The magic, the dream and the terror is, as also love, constantly present. Fiction and reality overlap each other and people live as much in an imagined world with long and complicated traditions, as the ongoing present. Respectfully and with humour, she narrates the postcolonial insanity, disruption and abuse, but also human solidarity and warmth The dead live in her stories closely to the living in a multitudinous world where gender, race and class are constantly turned over in new constellations.

Her 1986 novel Moi, Tituba, sorcière... noire de Salem was translated into English in 1992 as I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem by Richard Philcox, her husband and well as her long-term translator.

It tells the first person story of Tituba, the alleged witch at the centre of the Salem witch trials, but one pushed to the periphery in historical accounts of the incidents. In the historical record both her origins but even her fate after the trials are at best vague, her identity usually confined, as she complains in the novel, to a footnote: a slave originating from the west indies and probably practising 'hoodoo'.

Like I suspect many English language readers, my literary recognition of Tituba stems from the Arthur Miller play The Crucible, one Condé dismisses in an interview included in the book, noting that while she had seen the play in the past, during her research for this novel she didn't bother revisiting it: I knew that Miller as a white male writer would not pay attention to a black woman.

She is rather less dismissive of the other major fictional account, Ann Perry's Tituba of Salem Village, which she read halfway through writing her novel, although she admits to being a bit surprised and disappointed because Ann Perry turned the story into a book for adolescents ... a story of hope and dynamism. This was not the type of story that I wanted to tell ...I am not interested in giving role models to young people.

Condé's novel gives Tituba back her past and her future, but also her agency. It opens, brutally:

Abena, my mother, was raped by an English sailor on the deck of Christ the King one day in the year 16** while the ship was sailing for Barbados. I was born from this act of aggression. From this act of hatred and contempt.

Condé's account is also very intentionally not a historical novel, but the opposite. Other than one brief two page chapter taken verbatim from the transcript of Tituba's historical trial testimony, Condé says she was not interested at all in what her real life could have been.

Indeed this is a highly playful novel - in prison Tituba encounters the fictional character Hester Prynne from Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter, and the two have a deliberately rather anachronistic discussion of feminism.

Condé's Tituba is also one blessed with special, one could say from a Anglo-Saxon perspective, supernatural, powers, but ones she uses for good not evil. When someone - actually her soon-to-be-lover (Condé's Tituba is also a highly sexualised character) first mentions as a warning, while they are still in Barbados, that some may see her as a witch, she thinks:

What is a witch? I noticed that when he said the word, it was marked with disapproval. Why should that be? Why? Isn't the ability to communicate with the invisible world, to keep constant links with the dead, to care for others and heal, a superior gift of nature that inspires respect, admiration and gratitude? Consequently shouldn't the witch (if that's what this person whp has this gift is called) be cherished and revered rather than feared?

And imbuing her with these powers - including her return to Barbados where she is urged to use them to lead a slave rebellion - Condé 's narration takes on a deliberately mock-epic tome. As she noted to her interviewer in the book: Do not take Tituba too seriously, please … the element of parody is very important if you wish to fully comprehend Tituba.

And just as Miller (although one suspects she would not welcome the comparison) cleverly used The Crucible to make points about McCarthy America, Condé notes that: writing Tituba was an opportunity to express my feelings about present-day America. I wanted to imply that in terms of narrow-mindedness, hypocrisy, and racism, little has changes since the days of the Puritans.

A very readable novel but one with surprising depth.

[محمد خالد شريف · Rating 3 out of 5]

"إن الشراسة موهبة تُمنح للإنسان بالولادة. إنها لا تُكتسب. من لم يأت منا إلى العالم مُسلحاً بالمخالب والأنياب، سيخسر كُل معركة يخوضها."

رواية "أنا تيتوبا" هي رواية عن العُنصرية تجاه سُمر البشرة، وتجاه النساء، وتجاه اليهود، وتجاه أي من ولد مُختلفاً لا ذنب له في لون بشرته أو نوعه.. وبالطبع في وقت أحداث الرواية كانت تلك العناصر موجودة وبكثرة، تكاد تشم رائحتها في كل شبر من العالم.

تيتوبا، فتاة سمراء اللون، يُقال أنها ولدت لأم ساحرة، وكذلك الجدة، وجاء الدور على الفتاة لتُكمل على نفس المنوال.. لكن هل فعلاً كانت "تيتوبا" ساحرة؟ رُبما! ولكن هل أستحقت كُل ما عانته؟ بكل تأكيد لا.. لا أحد يستحق أن يمر بما مرت به "تيتوبا". كانت تستحق حياة أفضل.

"الموتى لا يموتون إلا متى ماتوا في قلوبنا. يظلون على قيد الحياة إذا ما ظللنا على حبهم، إذا ما كرمنا ذكراهم، إذا ما وضعنا على قبورهم ما كانوا يؤثرونه في حياتهم من طعام؛ وإذا ما انكفأنا على ذواتنا، على فترات مُنتظمة، كي نتصل بذكراهم. إنهم هُنا، حولنا، في كُل مكان، متعطشون للاهتمام، مُتعطشون للحُب. وتكفي كلمات لكي نجمعهم حولنا، فيلصقوا أجسادهم بأجسادنا، مُتلهفين على أن يٌقدموا لنا العون."

رُبما تكون أحداث الرواية عادية، ولكن الميزة الأكبر في الرواية هي تطويع الترجمة بهذه السلاسة، بمُجرد قراءتك لأول حروف الرواية ستعرف أن الإنتاج الأدبي هُنا أهم ما يُميزه الجهد المبذول في ترجمته، النص الأصلي من الواضح أنه كان مليء بالكلمات والجمل الصعبة، ولكن ترجمة "محمد آيت حنا" جاءت سلسة وجميلة، فكت كُل العُقد وأوصلت الجمل بنفس جمال السرد الأصلي.

بالعدوة إلى "تيتوبا"، وكُل تلك العلاقات التي دخلت فيها، وكُل تلك الكسور التي مرت بها روحها، كُل ذلك الذل والظلم، وكُل ذلك التعلق بالرجال من أجل حمايتهم، في أحد مواقف الرواية، كانت "تيتوبا" في علاقة مع شخصاً ما، لا تُحبه غالباً، وأهدافها من العلاقة جلية، ولكن عند لحظة الفراق الحتمية، كانت تبكي دماً لأنه سيُفارقها.. لماذا؟
لأنها تخاف من الحياة.. تلك الحياة التي لا يُمكن لأمرأة سمراء ذات أصول أفريقية أن تعيش فيها!
تلك الحياة ستمضغها ومضغاً ولن ترحمها!

يُنصح بها.

[Shawnta · Rating 5 out of 5]

Firstly, it haunts me still, that I have only heard of Condé from the recent call for papers for the upcoming 2013 Medgar Evers National Black Writers Conference. Immediately, I had to take a look at anything that was hers translated into English. What a magickal experience it was to read this fictional rendition of this mythic character for whom I have made many a frame of reference, but had not heard this version of her story.

Condé's writing is eloquent, sharp, intriguing, and will grip your heart then wring your eyes into a pool of salt. I was captured most when Tituba was in her homeland and not in the American soil. I don't want to supply any spoilers, but will say that I could not put it down - I read it straight through in three days, then gripped the book once it was completed, and was challenged then, to write my own story, and consider who else's stories needed to be written, or reconsidered.

What art! What imagination! What accuracy!
I am still overcome and am tempted to write a paper and respond to the call if for not other reason, than to thank the conference coordinators for erupting in me this seed that has already sprouted a surprising wave of possibility.

And lastly, I must say, I was impressed by the admitted relationship with the character Hester, which made this read all the more delicious; the ancestral connection, or moreso, kinship and communion of ancerstors, the hidden languages, the songs, the poetry in Condé's writing, so many attributes. The only thing I could wish for is that I had it erased from my memory, so that I may read it again.

[Emmeline · Rating 3 out of 5]

A flawed, if interesting, historical retelling.

Little is known about Tituba Indian, the black slave accused of witchcraft in Salem. Historically, it’s unclear even if she was from the Caribbean or was an indigenous American. She “confessed” to her crimes and so was spared the noose, but disappeared from history.

Maryse Condé here reimagines her life from childhood to death in a narrative that includes witchcraft, voodoo, musings on racism and sexism, and metafictional crossovers. That description, unfortunately, makes the book sound much more interesting than I personally found it to be.

We open with the usual atrocities of slavery: Tituba is conceived when her mother is raped aboard a slave ship; her mother is later hung for attacking a plantation owner. Tituba eventually comes into the possession of Samuel Parris, and embarks for America, where she will play her historical role in the Salem witch trials.

The book is described in its blurbs and its supplementary material as “postmodern” and as having “mordant wit.” In fact, it’s quite uneven. The first half is very much a traditional slave narrative with touches of magical realism. The second half is occasionally postmodern (Tituba fumes prophetically that within a century there will be some retribution for the falsely accused men and women but that “no one will write a sensitive biography of Tituba;” in prison she meets and becomes friends with Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Hester Prynne, whose fate in this telling is dramatically different to what befalls her in The Scarlet Letter). The mordant wit, unfortunately, is either absent or lost in translation.

The afterword contains an interview with Condé in which she explains her project in some depth: we are not to take Tituba seriously. She is meant to be epic, but also mock-epic. The book is a parody of what it purports to be. This is an intriguing thought, but not at all clear from the text. Tonally, the book is very strange, and this strangeness might have been the humour going over my head. The editor, writer of the afterword, admits it went over her head too until she interviewed Condé, who says "I hesitated between irony and the desire to be serious."

I sympathize with Condé’s intent here, which is that, to a black Caribbean, history is never for history’s sake; you must find history to discover yourself and what was taken from you. The book didn’t quite work for me (the writing style curiously flat and rather didactic, but I appreciate it was written in the 1980s when postcolonial studies were at a different place than they are now).

All in all, I would probably recommend reading the afterword, and particularly the interview with Condé, over the book itself. At the same time, this would make for good fodder for a course about American historical fiction, witchcraft, or what have you. There are depths and strangenesses in it that make for proper conversation. It’s an interesting book; I’m not convinced it’s a good one.

[Conejo Literario · Rating 5 out of 5]

Sin palabras. Fabuloso. Me voy a leer todo lo de Maryse Condé.

[Shuhan Rizwan · Rating 4 out of 5]

বিস্তারিত লিখবো পরে, হয়তো নিজের ওয়েবসাইটে, আপাতত তাৎক্ষণিক ভাবনাটা ভাগ করে যায় গুডরিডসে।

সালেম, ম্যাসাচুসেটস-এর ১৬৯২ সালের ইতিহাস কুখ্যাত ডাইনি-নিধন পর্ব নিয়ে কয়েকদিনের ব্যবধানে দুটো বই পড়া হলো। প্রথমটা ছিলো আর্থার মিলারের দ্যা ক্রুসিবল, দ্বিতীয়টি মেরিস কন্ডের এই ‘আই, টিটুবা...’। এবং খেয়াল করার মতো, আমেরিকান নাট্যকার মিলার বা ক্যারিবিয়ানের মেরিস কন্ডে, প্রত্যেকেই ঐতিহাসিক ঘটনাটিকে ব্যাখ্যা করেছেন নিজ মাটির, নিজ ইতিহাসের ওপর ভিত্তি করে। অন্যভাবে বললে, ওই নাটকটি কেবল একজন মার্কিনি, এই উপন্যাসটি কেবল একজন ক্যারিবিয়ানই লিখতে পারেন।

বিগত কয়েকবছর ধরে ভিনদেশি পুরাণ কি গল্পকথার ওপর ভর করে মৌলিক রচনার একরকমের স্রোত দেখছি চারপাশে। লোকজ আচার বা মহাভারতের মতো আমাদের স্থানীয় পুরাণও যে ব্যবহার হচ্ছে না, তা বললে অন্যায়ই হবে, তবে সংখ্যায় তারা কম। গ্রিক আর নর্স মিথোলজির গল্পটাও যদি আমরাই বলে বেড়াই, হতাশ লাগে এই ভেবে যে, রংপুরের নুরুলদীন বা দক্ষিণ বাংলার শমসের গাজীর গল্প তবে বুনবে কারা?

... মেরিস কন্ডের অন্য লেখার প্রতি তীব্র আগ্রহ বোধ করছি, সাথে ঈর্ষাও, একটা মুহুর্তের জন্যেও নিজের ক্যারিবিয়ান সত্ত্বা তিনি ভুলতে দেননি।

[♡ Martina ♡ · Rating 4 out of 5]

La storia di Tituba è costellata da elementi reali e fantastici che insieme si uniscono in un connubio perfetto.
La narrazione è travolgente, immersiva, scorrevole e molto fedele al periodo storico in cui è ambientata; è in prima persona, quindi è come se vivessimo la storia dalla prospettiva della protagonista anche se non mancano osservazioni provenienti dall’esterno che ci informano di quanto accade.
I fatti narrati sono descritti accuratamente e ci forniscono un quadro ben delineato della vita non solo di Tituba ma anche degli altri schiavi che vivevano nelle sue stesse condizioni, se non peggiori; e, inoltre, procurano una visione molto realistica del punto di vista morale e caratteriale delle persone dell’epoca.
Il linguaggio è molto elementare e rustico, come ci si aspetterebbe dal personaggio protagonista, quindi molto adatto a qualsiasi età, anche se sono presenti alcune scene non molto adatte ad un pubblico troppo sensibile; inoltre sono presenti molti vocaboli in lingua originale che ha reso molto stimolante la lettura.
Il personaggio principale, nel corso della storia, va incontro ad una crescita personale e cambia i suoi atteggiamenti in base alle diverse situazioni ma alla fine non si discosta mai interamente dal suo vero essere.
In conclusione, il romanzo ha un significato molto profondo, invitandoci a non dimenticare gli orrori del passato e a non perdere mai la speranza che un giorno tutto possa migliorare.

[Lectoralila · Rating 5 out of 5]

Este libro será por el resto de mi vida un libro que mencionaré siempre que pueda, un libro brillante, un libro que llevaré siempre conmigo. ¡Qué placer haber descubierto a Maryse Condé! ¡Qué pérdida de tiempo no haberlo hecho antes!
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Para hablar de Tituba creo que lo mejor es empezar por el final del libro. «Nota histórica: Hacia 1693, Tituba, nuestra heroína, fue vendida por el precio de su “pensión” en la cárcel, de sus cadenas y de sus grilletes. ¿A quién? El racismo, consciente o inconsciente, de los historiadores es de tal envergadura que ninguno lo recuerda.» Ya sabíamos que hay muchísimo machismo entre los historiadores, no nos puede extrañar también que haya racismo. Al final son ellos los que nos cuentan qué ha pasado en nuestra propia historia. Sería ridículo no darse cuenta de lo sesgada que es la información que nos llega. De ahí la importancia de investigar, contrastar y dudar para crear nuestra propia conciencia antirracista o feminista.
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Volviendo a la novela, os cuento que hay partes reales y otras que ha compuesto, de una forma brillante, Condé para entregarnos a una Tituba completa. Este libro narra su historia, desde que nace en Barbuda en una plantación, hasta su final. Muy joven se inicia en el arte de las plantas convirtiéndose en una excelente curandera o, a ojos de los demás, en una bruja. Conocerá el amor y este le llevará a ser comprada y enviada a América. Así es como nosotras, a través de sus ojos, emprendemos este viaje en la esclavitud. Viendo de cerca las injusticias que ella vivió, sintió y recibió por parte de los blancos. «-El momento de nuestra liberación no ha llegado todavía. Le interrogué con voz ronca: -¿Cuándo, cuándo llegará? ¡Cuánta sangre ha de ser derramada y por qué? (…) -Será necesario que la sangre invada nuestra memoria. Que nuestros recuerdos floten en su superficie como nenúfares. Insistí: -Dímelo claramente, ¿cuánto tiempo falta? Man Yaya sacudió la cabeza. -La desgracia del negro no tiene fin.»
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Además, el personaje de Tituba está altamente empoderado, dentro de sus posibilidades. [Sigo en comentarios]



Es consciente desde el primer momento de lo que significa ser mujer en una sociedad patriarcal. Y de que además de estar sometida por todas las y los blancos, también lo estará por algunos hombres negros. Dirá en reperidas ocasiones: «Blancos o negros, la vida trata demasiado bien a los hombres.» Tituba será pues juzgada en Salem por brujería, pero ahí no acabará su historia. Su historia, en realidad, no termina nunca.
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[María Carpio · Rating 3 out of 5]

Tituba fue la esclava negra acusada de brujería en el Salem de 1692, junto con una cincuentena de mujeres. Luego se determinó que todo fue causa de una histeria colectiva y las encarceladas salieron libres -aunque se mató a veinte- un año después, incluida Tituba. El resto de la trama es ficción novelada. Y prometía mucho con semejante protagonista tan potente, según reseñas que leí. Pero claramente este es un nuevo caso de expectativas demasiado grandes. Tituba es maravillosa y está muy bien construido su personaje; te la imaginas tal cual: una mezcla fatal de amor, dolor, inocencia y malicia. Esta última despertada por su suerte como esclava, y justamente esa voluntad de resarcimiento es lo que no logra cuadrarme del todo. Y no porque esté fuera de lugar, todo lo contrario, era necesario resarcir a este personaje olvidado por la historia y el racismo sistémico occidental; sino porque creo que por momentos se desvía del excepcional tono fabulesco (acorde con la tradición oral africana) y cae en lo panfletario.

Pese a ser escrita en 1986, el sentido interpretativo del fuero interior de Tituba nos suena demasiado contemporanizado: hay ideas y reivindicaciones que solo son posibles hoy en día, y en eso quizás hasta la autora Maryse Condé es una adelantada a su tiempo, pues las ideas feministas y antirracistas nos suenan demasiado actuales, sin embargo, esa virtud también es su defecto. Resulta inverosímil. Aunque sea ficción. Y esto es por el tono panfletario -e incluso revanchista- que por momentos toma. Que son pocos, sí, pero chirrían. No obstante, hay una idea reflexiva que ronda toda la novela y que me pareció sumamente crucial: ¿Por qué Tituba (y las mujeres) no pueden estar sin un hombre? Esta es la pregunta que persigue como fantasma a la esclava-bruja, y que nunca se sella con respuesta alguna...

[Temuka Zoidze · Rating 4 out of 5]

მიუხედავად ამ წიგნში აღწერილი კაცობრიობის ისტორიის უმახინჯესი ეპიზოდებისა, თავისთავად უზომოდ მშვენიერი ტექსტია, რომელიც პოეზიასავით იკითხება.

ბევრი რამ შეიძლება ითქვას რასიზმზე, კოლონიალიზმზე, სექსიზმზე, რელიგიურ ფანატიზმსა და კიდევ იმ მრავალ პრობლემაზე, რომლებიც ამ წიგნშია წამოჭრილი, მაგრამ ამჯერად იმ ორ მიგნებას გამოვყოფ, განსაკუთრებულად რომ მიიქცია ყურადღება კითხვისას:

რამდენადაც რეალურ მოვლენებს, აშშ-ში ალქაჯების სასამართლოს და მათი დევნის ისტორიას ეფუძნება ეს ტექსტი, პირველადი მოლოდინია, რომ ავტორი ეცდება, ალქაჯობის ბრალდება გააბათილოს და მისი აბსურდულობა წარმოაჩინოს. თუმცა მარის კონდე უფრო რადიკალურად იქცევა და კი არ ცდილობს, თავის პროტაგონისტს ალქაჯობის ლაქა ჩამორეცხოს, სულაც პირიქით, გვეუბნება, რომ კი, შეიძლება ალქაჯიც იყო, მაგრამ მერე რა, რატომაა ეს აუცილებლად ცუდი. ამით მთლიანად ალქაჯობის დეკონსტრუქციას ახდენს და კითხვას სვამს: ალქაჯი უფრო საშიშია თუ ღმერთის სახელით მოლაპარაკე ის გონებადახშული ადამიანი, რომელსაც პარანოიკული ვნებით მისი წამება, დამცირება, ჩამოხრჩობა უნდა?

და მეორე: ქალების სექსუალობა იმდენად ტაბუირებულია, რომ ხშირად მიიჩნევა, სექსი მხოლოდ კაცს უნდა, ქალი კი მის ნებას უნდა დაჰყვეს. ან კიდევ ხელოვნებაში მხოლოდ ქალის სხეულია ეროტიკულად და მიმზიდველად წარმოჩენილი (უმეტესად ობიექტივირებული), რადგან ეს ჰეტეროსექსუალი კაცის მზერითაა დანახული. ამ რომანში ეს პერსპექტივა იცვლება და კაცის სხეულის მშვენიერება, მისი ეროტიკულობაა აღწერილი, რომელიც ქალის თვალითაა აღქმული და შესაბამისად, სექსუალური ვნების აღმძრავიცაა. ტიტუბა ბუნების ძალის ყოვლისშემძლეობის, შავკანიანთა ჩაგვრის საშინელებების თუ ცხოვრების ყოველდღიური შემთხვევითობების აღწერასთან ერთად მის სხეულში იმ მოუთოკავი ვნების გამოთავისუფლების შესახებაც გვიყვება, რომელზეც ქალებს უჩიჩინებენ ხოლმე, რომ მათში არ არსებობს.

[Barbara · Rating 5 out of 5]

This novel by Marysé Conde, originally from the Caribbean island of Guadeloupe, was published in 1986 and translated from French to English in 1992. It was awarded France’s Grand Prix Littéraire de la Femme in 1986. It recounts the story of Tituba, whose history has been excluded from most accounts of the Salem Witch Trials. Conde did extensive research to create this novel told in the voice of Tituba.

Tituba was the product of the rape her16-year-old mother experienced on a British ship sailing for Barbados. Her Ashanti mother had been kidnapped, and sold into slavery. Tituba grows up on Barbados. She learns the ways of “hoodoo” from elders, and ghosts of her ancestors. She is a survivor, and bravely leads a fugitive life until she is recaptured, eventually ending up in Salem.

Condé creates a chilling portrait of Puritan society. We learn about it through Tituba’s eyes, for whom this is all new and strange. The repression of all voices, except those of men, is broken when some children, begin to break out with accusations of witchcraft against certain women in Salem. Many of the accused women were outsiders because they were poor, or unmarried, or wealthy and unmarried. We know that a number of these women were hung, and that after the hysteria, the trials suddenly ended.

This is historical fiction at its best. With historically accurate details, the author develops a compelling portrait of an extraordinary woman.

[Pilar Rodríguez Cunill · Rating 5 out of 5]

Debía leer esta novela para el club de lectura, ya me parecía atractivo antes de empezarlo, pero la realidad ha superado la expectativa.
Tanto lo que se nos cuenta como la forma de hacerlo magistral.
Impedimenta para siempre jamás.

[Katherine · Rating 4 out of 5]

"Al haber hecho tanto daño a sus semejantes, a unos por tener la piel negra y a otros por tenerla roja, ¿Es posible que esa sea la razón por la que los blancos andan tan obsesionados con el pecado?"

En este libro seguimos los pasos de Tituba, una mujer que fue enjuiciada en Salem, 1692.

No se sabe mucho la vida de ella, a pesar de ser muy nombrada en la actualidad, y lo que hace la autora es ir relatandonos, entrelazando ciertos acontecimientos reales, nombres, locaciones, etc., lo que pudo haber pasado con Tituba y como fue su vida.

El libro comienza relatándonos que su madre fue violada y ella nació de ese brutal acto. Con el tiempo y por ciertos acontecimientos su aprendizaje quedó a manos de Man Yaya, quién le enseño todo lo que sabía. Vivió sola hasta que se enamoró de un esclavo y se fue a vivir con él, momento en el que conoció una creencia distinta, llena de odio y miedo, lo que fue desencadenando una serie de eventos la llevaron por un camino de sufrimiento e injusticias.

El libro está narrado en primera persona, y desde el inicio atrapa por los datos de la vida real que va intercalando, pero sobre todo por la voz y vida que le otorga la autora a nuestra protagonista. Una voz poderosa, pero una vida dolorosa, solitaria e injusta y no solo desde que es enjuiciada sino desde su nacimiento, por ser hija, alumna, mujer, conocedora, sanadora, diferente.

Leer este libro nuevamente me ha encantado, muestra tanto de la sociedad de aquel entonces, y, en parte, también de la actual, que deja pensando. Una prosa con grandes frases y miradas.