Raising Spirit in Dignity
Raising Spirit in Dignity
While the Heart Bleeds
Hell, Where Is It?
(A Woman, Raises Her Spirit In Everyday Life.)
By Pauline S. Manos, NYC 2007-pp. 351
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By Bob Nicolaides, e-mail: email@example.com
If one delves to get acquainted with hardship and undeserving misery, Hell, Where Is It, is the perfect vehicle. Starkly candid in its depiction of real life anguish and forthright portrayal of cruel and prolonged abuse, the author narrates her life with a violent husband who nevertheless believes he has rights to his former partner, regardless what the courts have decreed. The saga does not end until this abusive spouse, an alcoholic from childhood, expires.
The author’s daughter and translator from the Greek, Zan Manos describing what this book stands for, quips that it is a “how to” manual for surviving life on your own from infancy to adulthood.
“Like an instructional manual for all people in today’s world, so that they can avoid mistakes, hardships and prosper from lessons well-learned by another person. That, while being the magnificent literary work that it is, not only from my own relative, but from my friend and a friend who read her book.”
“I thought I knew my Mother well” she continues, “until I was re-introduced to her through her writing and experiences, where I quickly realized the amazing warrior/survivor she is, but most importantly, that “Mama” is a teacher for all persons everywhere and with her incredible literary talent, Pauline S. Manos serves you all the good with the difficult, in an easy to digest, smooth, readable, flowing yet sophisticated, literary style that you cannot put down.”
Reading through the pages, you can sense the turmoil inside the narrator channeled through her pen, the recurring curse that besieges her life from the days of her parents being repeated in her own, as if fate has chosen her for this torturing saga. In dedicating her book to her brother Nikos” she scribbles lines full of pain of a youngster in search of the full family she longs for which she never had:
“One day,” she writes, “we made a decision, since I had grown enough to walk, my brother made the big plan. ‘We must reach that mountain.’ With courage, walking many hours, bleeding wounds on our bare feet,. We reached the top of the mountain and got out of the trees. There was a large rock. We climbed onto it so we could be seen and began to yell, ‘Father! Father, can’t you hear us? Father..'”
Many years have passed, she writes in her dedication to her US born brother who never made it back on American soil: ‘Many years have passed without you my beloved brother. Traveled far from the little village where our father abandoned us-to places that you did not get to experience. To the native soil where you and I were born, that you were not able to reach…But you live inside me-just like the times when your hands caressed my face. Now I cannot tell you my sorrow and how much I miss you!”.