- Hardcover: 93 pages
- Publisher: Writers & Readers (October 1, 1996)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0863162436
- ISBN-13: 978-0863162435
- Product Dimensions: 6.2 x 0.8 x 7.5 inches
- Shipping Weight: 7.4 ounces
- Average Customer Review: 5 customer reviews
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #3,115,417 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Drops of This Story Hardcover – October 1, 1996
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The writing is fresh, intelligent, and poetic in ways that mirror her other two books (of poetry), Born Palestinian, Born Black and ZataarDiva, the latter of which is her most recent and most masterful, capturing the poet's talents in mature form. Ms. Hammad's interpretive use of vignettes to form the many scenes within this memoir breaks from the traditional beginning-middle-ending narrative that is often presented as the only way to tell a story. This is a good match for the progressive politics and evolving sense of humanity weaved through the pages of this book.
Hammad routinely ripples the water on the surface many subjects that beg for deeper analysis. From sexism and bigotry to her parent's ill fated attempt at finding her a suitor. From her father's alcoholism to cutting her long virginal hair to simply being-an-American-while-looking-like-a-Puerto-Rican-and-not speaking-a-lick-of-Arabic. Instead of delving into these funny and painful experiences in her coming of age story , Hammad sticks them to the pages of her memoir like post-it notes, reminding the reader of events that don't connect.
What the reader is left with is scattered pages from some one else's diary that never quite bridges the gap into becoming a real memoir.
Hammad routinely talks about her DROPS--this constant "wetness" that begs her to write, demands that she write...but the story as it was published isn't memorable. One reflection in DROPS recants the story of a waiter asking Suhier what she does:
"I'm a writer," she says
"What do you write about?" he asks.
"Myself," she answers to which he retorts,