Crown Jewel

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Trinidad . . it nestles at the southernmost tip of the islands that lie like stepping stones between the two Americas. Columbus thought it the El Dorado for which the men of his day searched in vain. Later, the island's succulent soil bred gold in the cocoa farms planted by the French. In our time, British derricks disgorged the oil from its heavy, dark earth, and Trinidad became a jewel in the crown of England. CROWN JEWEL is the story of Trinidad in the year 1935, when the men and women of the island - those whose grandfathers had been Negro slaves, or Indián serfs, or white men, or men neither black nor white but somewhere in between - discovered a way of life. CROWN JEWEL is the story of people . . . of Cassie who knows the exchange value of her smile in terms of the roof over her head and a crust of bread . . . of Popito, toughened in the fight to live, but with a heart wide open to mankind . . . of Le Maitre, leader of men and ascetic by discipline . . . of Mrs. Henriques,... Tovább

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Trinidad . . it nestles at the southernmost tip of the islands that lie like stepping stones between the two Americas. Columbus thought it the El Dorado for which the men of his day searched in vain. Later, the island's succulent soil bred gold in the cocoa farms planted by the French. In our time, British derricks disgorged the oil from its heavy, dark earth, and Trinidad became a jewel in the crown of England. CROWN JEWEL is the story of Trinidad in the year 1935, when the men and women of the island - those whose grandfathers had been Negro slaves, or Indián serfs, or white men, or men neither black nor white but somewhere in between - discovered a way of life. CROWN JEWEL is the story of people . . . of Cassie who knows the exchange value of her smile in terms of the roof over her head and a crust of bread . . . of Popito, toughened in the fight to live, but with a heart wide open to mankind . . . of Le Maitre, leader of men and ascetic by discipline . . . of Mrs. Henriques, sewing away her days and her nights . . . of Andre, burnished by colour, faintly, faintly; ashamed, rebellious, and finding his pride . . . of Elena who loves him . . . of the workers in the oil fields . . . of the police, the military, the church . . . of the whole teeming life of the island. CROWN JEWEL is a poem sung with passión, a románcé limned in beauty, a tale of sorrow, of striving, of reality. Here is a book whose story, planted deep in the rich, ripe earth, yet reaches outward and upward toward the future victory of Man. Vissza