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review á The House on Mango Street ↠ E-book, or Kindle E-pub Ä Acclaimed by critics beloved by readers of all ages taught everywhere from inner city grade schools to universities across the country and translated all over the world The House on Mango Street is the remarkable story of Esperanza Cordero Told inS the story of a young Latina girl growing up in Chicago inventing for herself who and what she will become Few other books in our time have touched so many readers. Original pub date 1984This is another one of those reading list classics that I figured I should try Especially since it's really short ; The book consists entirely of vignettes from the author's childhood in a poor section of Chicago The writing is beautiful and spare no vignette is longer that 2 or 3 pages and the font is huge and widely spaced It reads like poetry really the words are potent and evocative rather than exhaustively descriptiveMy reading of this book actually had some unexpected bonus material I picked my copy up at a library used book sale in Maine and the previous owner appears to have been a slightly dim witted 8th or 9th grader who felt obliged to write inane comments in all the margins When the author describes her annoyance at a tag along little sister who just doesn't get it the margins shout Is Nenny retarded An odd neighbor gets the same treatment Is Ruthie retarded By the time we get to the author's lovely description of her own weakness and vulnerability a comparison between her and the skinny trees in front of her house we've graduated to Eating disorder Why is she so thinSigh Pop psychology has clearly killed future generations' ability to process art RIP intelligent thought

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Orld The House on Mango Street is the remarkable story of Esperanza Cordero Told in a series of vignettes – sometimes heartbreaking sometimes deeply joyous–it i. I found the introduction filled with unintended ironies Cisneros said she wanted to write a book that you could turn to any page and find it accessible For one thing she said she was abandoning uotation marks to streamline the typography and make the page as simple and readable as possible Really Personally as far as I'm concerned punctuation marks are our friends uotation marks in the most economical way signal that we are reading a conversation and through conventions such as alternating paragraphs tell us this is an exchange between two people Conventions help readability Lack of uotation marks tell us we're in literary fiction land of difficult dense prose beloved of academics not a readable story the ordinary reader will enjoy In fact it has become my policy if an author doesn't use uotation marks to shut the book and back away slowly Why didn't I do that Because I read this was a celebrated book about the Hispanic American experience Cisneros is fairly close to me in age like me grew up in a big city Chicago rather than New York and like me has a Latino background Mexican rather than Puerto Rican In other words I thought I might identify recognize commonalities in our experiences that would give me insight into what is accidental and incidental in my family experience and what comes out of being Hispanic or at least something that took me back to my childhood with my familyBut really I didn't last long despite my resolutions I just hated the book's structure and style so much Cisnero also says in her introduction that when she wrote this she didn't realize she wasn't writing a novel since she hadn't heard of story cycles You know what I still don't think what she wrote was a novel Not remotely A novel isn't any work you say it is within two covers I doubt this is long enough for one I'd be very surprised if it came to even 30000 words That's a novella at best not a novel But also a novel represents a certain structure and I don't think a series of short linked prose poems about a character Esperanza Cordro cuts it Many of the 45 chapters didn't even come to 150 words And people think James Patterson is terse The prose was rambling repetitive and to me instead of coming across as genuine seemed oh the sort of pretentious artificial thing I've seen a thousand times among a certain left wing literati of all kinds of ethnicities that to me seems the very opposite of diverse yet seems to define it among many Yeah I totally believe this is often assigned in schools Maybe that accounts for its bestseller status I didn't for a moment believe this was the first person voice of a young teen girl coming of age That it was written by someone attending an elite poetry workshop as told in the introduction That I believeSo yeah so not something I enjoyed or that matched the hype in the blurbs and back cover

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The House on Mango StreetAcclaimed by critics beloved by readers of all ages taught everywhere from inner city grade schools to universities across the country and translated all over the w. It’s a little after 2am I’m having the dreams The ones that blindside me and have that weird echo is or isn’t this real Sleep isn’t going to happen What’s new I leave my room to check out the house Doors locked Check Kids asleep Checkwhoa hold up a minute Em is awake She’s sitting in the living room illuminated by a booklite She’s got about 4 blankets piled on top of her and she’s reading Reading I’m used to the insomnia on both our parts we knock around each other say a few words and pretend to sleep It’s routine by now But to see her reading She looks up at me and there are tears in her eyes Okay now I’m really testing that reality theory ‘Mom have you ever read The House on Mango Street’Huh I look over the book No Never even heard of it ’A novel of a young girl growing up in the Latino section of Chicago’ Okay assigned to a freshman English class in Northern Vermont Where ethnicity is reserved for the Somalian refugees that pepper Burlington but hardly touch the suburbs I’ll bite I pick it up it’s maybe an hour’s read Tops “We didn’t always live on Mango Street” Then I’m lost This is lyrical this is heart wrenching Words are married sentences consummated images borne that my white bread New England raised mind can’t comprehend except on an emotional level I’m in love “She looked out the window her whole life the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow”“You can never have too much sky You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky and sky can keep you safe when you are sad Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky”“Everything is holding its breath inside of me Everything is waiting to explode like Christmas I want to be new and shiny”“You know what you are Esperanza You are like the Cream of Wheat cereal You’re like the lumps”“But I think diseases have no eyes They pick with a dizzy finger anyone just anyone”“There were sunflowers as big as flowers on Mars and thick cockscombs bleeding the deep red fringe of theater curtains There were dizzy bees and bow tied fruit flies turning somersaults and humming in the air Sweet sweet peach trees Thorn roses and thistle and pears Weeds like so many suinty eyed stars and brush that made your ankles itch and itch until you washed with soap and water”I’m caught in this world that Cisnero’s painted for me I’m hugging Alice who sees mice and wishing that Sire would hold my hand I’m drinking papaya juice with Rafaela and reading Minerva’s poems I’m hiding from Red ClownsI’m nostalgic for my own childhood For that freedom that kids today cannot relate to They have curfews and GPS chips in cell phones and mini LoJacks® implanted in their neck What do they know of freedom What do they know about riding their ten speed through dark streets guided by the screams of their friends ahead of them Will they ever hang out in vacant lots with their friend’s older brothers who hand them warm beer and try to feel up their shirts Hell no not on my watch So thank you Sandra Cisnero Thanks for giving me back all those summer nights “They will not know that I have gone away to come back For the ones I’ve left behind For the ones who cannot out”