Reading Notes (Jamaica Anansi Stories Part 2)

The continuation of the Anansi stories starts early on with the story of Anansi and the Tar Baby. I think out of all the stories I read on day 2, this was definitely my favorite and one that I am really interested in recreating. Here are a few notes I made about this story:

- Just like in all of the other stories, this story has ALOT of Jamaican dialect and colloquial terms. Maybe tell another story just using this type of dialect or take these stories already in the dialect and retell them without it?
- Tiger makes another appearance. A common character I've seen weaved into a lot of these different stories.
- SO much dialogue is utilized in these stories!
- The stories are split into what seems like chapters each headed with a different subtitle.
- Just discovered that this film is also a Disney book but with a different twist, maybe this is something I can recreate.

(alchetron.com)

Bibliography:
sacred-texts.com
Elizabeth Warren Beckwith
1924

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