Edwidge Danticat is a dull and didactic author whose every piece of writing reads exactly the same and has yet to show an appreciation or love for language. Her word choices never sing.
Now she's decided what young children need is a book about a boy trapped in Haiti after an earthquake, buried alive. She discussed it on NPR's Morning Edition today.
She's such an idiot. She wants to tell you that when the earthquake happened she didn't realize she wasn't using a "filter" when discussing the earthquake (she wasn't self-censoring) and it alarmed her child. So now she thinks she can inflict that on other children?
She's not a well woman.
So her child that was so upset? A little girl. Five-years-old. And she was worried about who in Haiti? Her grandmother.
So a young female worried about an adult female and somehow this is the 'basis' for Edwidge Danticat bad book about a little BOY trapped in an earthquake in Haiti.
A little BOY.
On both ends, the inspiration was female (daughter and grandmother) but Danticat writes a book about a little boy.
Because, goodness knows, there are no books about little boys. (That is sarcasm.)
A woman writes a story inspired by her daughter's concern for her grandmother and the woman turns the main character into a little boy.
I smell a lot of self-hatred.
"Iraq snapshot" (The Common Ills):