A Nation Of Shadows

A Nation in Shadows - A Prophetic Survey of the United States (Paperback)

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Institute officials were indifferent to the point of spite when Larsen, exhausted by the poor working conditions, resigned in Back in New York, having witnessed the Spanish flu pandemic of , Larsen gave up nursing to become a librarian. Yet she was well placed to catch the first stirrings of the Negro Awakening: Larsen and her black women friends, intelligent, light-skinned and ambitious, were in Greenwich Village as often as they were in Harlem, and Hutchinson—author of The Harlem Renaissance in Black and White , a perceptive study of the relationship between black writers and white publishers and editors in the s—is sensitive to social nuance in his portrayal of the Harlem Renaissance as overlapping circles, parallel developments, intersecting interests and competing groups rather than the cohesive movement it tended to become in cultural memory.

In Passing , published in , Larsen frees herself from the conventions that had grown up around the theme of the black person who passes for white by telling her story from the point of view of a witness, a black woman who knows another black woman who is passing. Critics have also convincingly explored the possibility that the novel is replete with lesbian undercurrents, that what Clare wants is Irene.

She takes surfaces seriously: She examines the irresolution and ambivalence of her heroines with precision. Moreover, her fatalism sets her apart from other black women writers of the period. In Larsen was involved in a plagiarism scandal about a short story she had published, but it did not keep her from being awarded a Guggenheim fellowship. She went to Europe to avoid the failure of her marriage, and life on Mallorca and then in Paris was one grand social round.

By Larsen was back in New York, divorced, and her novel about a love triangle, using white characters, had been turned down by her publishers. She seems to have stopped trying after a while, but she was not really a casualty of the Depression. Hutchinson charts her sad withdrawal from Harlem Renaissance friends like Van Vechten. But the war was beginning to toll on her.

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Her heart oke at the death of so many people she had come to love and care for, and she feared that Nocturnia was going to join them. In desperation, Yoruka left her sister's court to apporach the Keepers, begging them to cease their attacks, pleading that they had done nothing wrong. But the Keepers saw those who claimed neutrality being just as guilty as the Usupers. They imprisoned Yoruka in their court, sentencing her to an eterninty of darkness and solitude.

Yoruka could do nothing to stop them from attacking her sister or her people.

She could do nothing to save or protect them. But Yoruka continued to be held as a prisoner by the Keepers. Yet, unbeknownst to them, Yoruka was changing. In her solitude in the darkness, Yoruka had begun to transform into another being altogether. The darkness became a part of her just as much as it had her sister Her body became part of it.

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Her powers grew accustomed to the shadows around her. Obscurity became her being.

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She was no longer a minor goddess of moonlight and night. She was now the goddess of shadows and twilight.

And the seal on her was growing weak to her new powers. After so much time of bieng oppressed and hidden away, Yorkua oke free of her imprisonment. All gods who looked upon her looked with the same fear in their eyes as they had with her sister. Yoruka was shadows and depravity embodied. And as far as they knew, she was bloodthirsty. In truth, all she cared for was returning to her sister's court. Though both the Keepers and Usurpers, now in divided courts, scorned her and attempted to reseal her, Yoruka was unlike anything they had seen before.

She demanded to know what had become of her sister. She was told that her sister had sacrificed herself to save her people, a people which none had seen for years. Yoruka was horrified by this news. She managed to escape from them and return to the world of the mortal, hoping, praying, that somehow her sister and the Noirfey had survived.

Instead, the land she had once known as their home, was empty of all she had held dear.

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Needless to say, Yoruka was heart oken. In her sorrow, she fled from the place she once called home, the land filled with too many memories which she knew would never be able to be remade. She fled until she reached an island off the coast of what was once her home, looking upon it from across the sea in anguish. She wished she had been strong enough to eak free sooner.

Then perhapse, she could have saved her sister and her people. Perhapse she could have done something, anything, to keep their fates from occuring.

She was powerless, helpless then Remembering her sister's lessons and will to find peace in the mortal world, Yoruka looked upon the island which she stood upon, and in that moment, made a resolve. She would create a nation of her own, a safehaven for those who emboied darkness and shadow, similar to what her sister had done. And she would do all she could to protect them. She touched the land, blessing it with the gifts of twilight and shadow. And from the dark earth she had created, the Kuromi were born. Looking upon their goddess, they em aced her as their creator and mother, much like the Noirfey had to Nocturnia.

Yoruka swore with her entire being that she would protect these people, for as long as she possibly could. Years turned to decades. Decades turned to centuries. In that time, Yoruka had founded her own court of gods and spirits in the nation her people had created; the nation of Yugure.

Growing up our house was extremely haunted. Until I was about 12 years old I thought the lady that lived upstairs with the black eyes was just a person renting the attic. After years of bed sheets being pulled, whispers on the stairs, and sightings we finally moved to a new place. But my love of all things horror was forever burnt in my soul.

Jack Nicholson and Lon Chaney Jr. Both men have the unmatched skill of bringing the best horrific performances just by being silent with nothing more than a look.

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