Elizabeth Walcott‐hackshaw
Biographic Data
| ID | 3596492 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Elizabeth Walcott‐hackshaw |
| GIVEN NAMES | Elizabeth |
| FAMILY NAME | Walcott‐hackshaw |
| SIGNATURE | HACKSHAW E W |
| AFFILIATIONS | University of the West Indies |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 11 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 0 |
| AUTHOR COUNT | 11 |
| EDITOR COUNT | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1999 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2026 |
| H-INDEX | 0 |
The Sides of the Sea: Caribbean Women Writing Diaspora, by Johanna X.K. Garvey
Home Is Where the Heart Is: Danticat's Landscapes of Return
This article explores the poetics of return in Edwidge Danticat's The Dew Breaker and her latest work, Brother, I'm Dying. Focusing on the roles of memory, imagination, borrowed recollections, and autobiography, the article illustrates how Danticat writes this return in her work, the landscape she creates, and the people in it. If home, as the article argues, has always been Haiti for this writer, the two selected works expose the ambiguous, enig…
The Polished Hoe
Reviewed by: The Polished Hoe Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw (bio) Clarke, Austin . The Polished Hoe. Kingston, Jamaica: Ian Randle, 2003. "My name is Mary." The first line of Austin Clarke's The Polished Hoe could also be the last; the entire work begins and ends with Mary's statement about a crime that she has committed. The confession takes place in Mary's house,known as the Great House, on a sugar plantation on the Caribbean island of Bimshire. I…
Introduction: Reinterpreting the Haitian Revolution and Its Cultural Aftershocks
My Love Is Like a Rose: Terror, Territoire, and the Poetics of Marie Chauvet
Research Article| September 01 2005 My Love Is Like a Rose: Terror, Territoire, and the Poetics of Marie Chauvet Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Search for other works by this author on: This Site Google Small Axe (2005) 9 (2): 40–51. https://doi.org/10.1215/-9-2-40 Views Icon Views Article contents Figures & tables Video Audio Supplementary Data Peer Review Share Icon Share Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Email Tools Icon Tools P…
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Research Article| September 01 2003 Here Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Search for other works by this author on: This Site Google Small Axe (2003) 7 (2): 111–119. https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Cite Icon Cite Share Icon Share Twitter Permissions Search Site Citation Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw; Here. Small Axe 1 September 2003; 7 (2): 111–119. doi: https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Download citation file: Zotero Reference …
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Research Article| September 01 2003 Here Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Search for other works by this author on: This Site Google Small Axe (2003) 7 (2): 111–119. https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Cite Icon Cite Share Icon Share Twitter Permissions Search Site Citation Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw; Here. Small Axe 1 September 2003; 7 (2): 111–119. doi: https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Download citation file: Zotero Reference …
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Research Article| September 01 2003 Here Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Search for other works by this author on: This Site Google Small Axe (2003) 7 (2): 111–119. https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Cite Icon Cite Share Icon Share Facebook Twitter LinkedIn MailTo Permissions Search Site Citation Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw; Here. Small Axe 1 September 2003; 7 (2): 111–119. doi: https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Download citatio…
Pine Hill
I dreamt of mornings like these when I used to feel like a fraudin a winter coat, freezing in some tunnel underneath Montreal, mornings like these in January, when the island light sharpened edges, unclouded colors, washed away muddy olive greens changing them to a fresh lime, as fresh as this New Year's breeze on my face
Killing Moons
Killing Moons Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw (bio) It was Easter Sunday, Mama’s birthday. The yard was still, so quiet you could hear the tide coming in. There was no sea breeze, not a cloud in the sky, only a bright, blue sea above my head. All my brothers and sisters were at the beach helping the fishermen pull in the nets. If the catch was big, the fishermen would reward us with slippery, silver Jacks. Nana, Mama’s sister, was sitting on our front…
The Ward
The Ward Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw (bio) We lived there, Michael and me. The others were our guests. They came, they left, they spent a night, a week, a month, but they always went home. A he, a she, a friend, a granny, a tanty—a somebody would always come for them. Even if the somebody never came on the exact day or at the exact time, somebody came. Sometimes they said that they would come at six on Monday, and they didn’t show their face until…
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Killing Moons
Killing Moons Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw (bio) It was Easter Sunday, Mama’s birthday. The yard was still, so quiet you could hear the tide coming in. There was no sea breeze, not a cloud in the sky, only a bright, blue sea above my head. All my brothers and sisters were at the beach helping the fishermen pull in the nets. If the catch was big, the fishermen would reward us with slippery, silver Jacks. Nana, Mama’s sister, was sitting on our front…
The Ward
The Ward Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw (bio) We lived there, Michael and me. The others were our guests. They came, they left, they spent a night, a week, a month, but they always went home. A he, a she, a friend, a granny, a tanty—a somebody would always come for them. Even if the somebody never came on the exact day or at the exact time, somebody came. Sometimes they said that they would come at six on Monday, and they didn’t show their face until…
Pine Hill
I dreamt of mornings like these when I used to feel like a fraudin a winter coat, freezing in some tunnel underneath Montreal, mornings like these in January, when the island light sharpened edges, unclouded colors, washed away muddy olive greens changing them to a fresh lime, as fresh as this New Year's breeze on my face
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Research Article| September 01 2003 Here Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Search for other works by this author on: This Site Google Small Axe (2003) 7 (2): 111–119. https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Cite Icon Cite Share Icon Share Twitter Permissions Search Site Citation Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw; Here. Small Axe 1 September 2003; 7 (2): 111–119. doi: https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Download citation file: Zotero Reference …
Here
Research Article| September 01 2003 Here Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Search for other works by this author on: This Site Google Small Axe (2003) 7 (2): 111–119. https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Cite Icon Cite Share Icon Share Twitter Permissions Search Site Citation Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw; Here. Small Axe 1 September 2003; 7 (2): 111–119. doi: https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Download citation file: Zotero Reference …
Here
Research Article| September 01 2003 Here Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Search for other works by this author on: This Site Google Small Axe (2003) 7 (2): 111–119. https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Cite Icon Cite Share Icon Share Facebook Twitter LinkedIn MailTo Permissions Search Site Citation Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw; Here. Small Axe 1 September 2003; 7 (2): 111–119. doi: https://doi.org/10.1215/-7-2-111 Download citatio…
Introduction: Reinterpreting the Haitian Revolution and Its Cultural Aftershocks
My Love Is Like a Rose: Terror, Territoire, and the Poetics of Marie Chauvet
Research Article| September 01 2005 My Love Is Like a Rose: Terror, Territoire, and the Poetics of Marie Chauvet Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw Search for other works by this author on: This Site Google Small Axe (2005) 9 (2): 40–51. https://doi.org/10.1215/-9-2-40 Views Icon Views Article contents Figures & tables Video Audio Supplementary Data Peer Review Share Icon Share Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Email Tools Icon Tools P…
The Polished Hoe
Reviewed by: The Polished Hoe Elizabeth Walcott-Hackshaw (bio) Clarke, Austin . The Polished Hoe. Kingston, Jamaica: Ian Randle, 2003. "My name is Mary." The first line of Austin Clarke's The Polished Hoe could also be the last; the entire work begins and ends with Mary's statement about a crime that she has committed. The confession takes place in Mary's house,known as the Great House, on a sugar plantation on the Caribbean island of Bimshire. I…
Home Is Where the Heart Is: Danticat's Landscapes of Return
This article explores the poetics of return in Edwidge Danticat's The Dew Breaker and her latest work, Brother, I'm Dying. Focusing on the roles of memory, imagination, borrowed recollections, and autobiography, the article illustrates how Danticat writes this return in her work, the landscape she creates, and the people in it. If home, as the article argues, has always been Haiti for this writer, the two selected works expose the ambiguous, enig…
The Sides of the Sea: Caribbean Women Writing Diaspora, by Johanna X.K. Garvey
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