‘A superb, and superbly written, novel of childhood and childhood’s end . . . Kempadoo writes in a rich Creole, filling her story with kaleidoscopic images of Guyana’s coastal plains . . . Her story is also one of sexual awakening, and she explores these new feelings with a curiosity and freedom that are refreshing . . . Kempadoo’s novel, like the Buxton Spice mango tree, reveals its secrets, private and political, only sparingly until the bitter end.’–Patrick Markee, New York Times Book Review
‘Oonya Kempadoo . . . has written a sexy, stirring, richly poetic semi-autobiographical first novel.’–Gabriella Stern, Wall Street Journal
‘As juicy and ripe as the fruits drooping from the Buxton Spice mango tree . . . Kempadoo’s Caribbean argot is precise and fluid, enriching this debut with bawdiness, violence, and raucous humor.’–Los Angeles Times
‘There is a salt freshness to Kempadoo’s writing, an immediacy which makes the reader catch breath for pleasure at the recognition of something exactly observed . . . She is a writer to watch and to enjoy, for her warmth, her fine intelligence and her striking use of language.’–Paula Burnett, The Independent (London)*
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