Reading Notes (Jamaica Anansi Stories Part 1)

For the second week of Asian and African stories I decided to focus on another set of Anansi stories. I forgot just how much I used to enjoy sitting around the fireplace listening to my uncle tell us these stories while drinking hot chocolate around Christmas time. As I looked through the list and saw that there was another set of stories about Anansi, I just new that I had to continue in that direction. Here are a few things I learned:

- I love the Jamaican dialect that is incorporated into the story. It doesn't take long for the reader to adjust and definitely adds a whole other element to the storytelling.
- These stories are told almost entirely in dialogue. Maybe try and recreate one of these stories using the same idea.
- The story about the Rabbit and Anansi were definitely my favorite. I really like the relationship between the two and feel as if I might be able to really come up with some interesting characters to reflect them in my own story on Thursday.
- There are a few stories that are difficult for me to understand because of the utilization of the Jamaican dialect. Maybe I can take one of these stories and retell it just without the dialect included?

(Negril, Jamaica)

Bibliography:
sacred-texts.com
Martha Warren Beckwith
1924

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