Finn, Mary. Anila's journey.FINN, Mary. Anila's journey. Candlewick can·dle·wick n. 1. The wick of a candle. 2. a. A soft heavy cotton thread similar to that used to make wicks for candles. b. Embroidery made of tufts of this thread. . 309p. c2008. 978-0-7636-3916-7.$16.99. JSA JSA - Japanese Standards Association. * Finn saw a painting that hangs in The National Gallery of Ireland The National Gallery of Ireland (Irish: Ghailearaí Náisiúnta na hÉireann) houses the Irish national collection of Irish and European art. It is located in the centre of Dublin with one entrance on Merrion Square, beside Leinster House, and another on Clare Street. called An Indian Lady, painted by Thomas Hickey Thomas Hickey is the name of:
Anila and her mother are much loved by Patrick Tandy, Anila's Irish father, a draftsman who works for the East India Company. He provides for his family as well as he is able on his meager mea·ger also mea·gre adj. 1. Deficient in quantity, fullness, or extent; scanty. 2. Deficient in richness, fertility, or vigor; feeble: the meager soil of an eroded plain. 3. salary, and teaches Anila to read and write and to draw. She is fluent in both English and in Bengali, her mother's language. When the father leaves them to return to Ireland, promising to come back to them, their lives disintegrate dis·in·te·grate v. dis·in·te·grat·ed, dis·in·te·grat·ing, dis·in·te·grates v.intr. 1. To become reduced to components, fragments, or particles. 2. quickly and Anila's mother is financially pressured into becoming the mistress of a rich Englishman. It is in his care that they meet the famous artist, Mr. Hickey, who paints Anila's mother's portrait (the portrait Mary Finn actually found in Dublin). When Anila's mother sickens and dies, mostly because of heartbreak, Anila is protected by Hickey and his daughter. There is an actual journey at the center of this book: Anila accompanies an Englishman, who is a naturalist and something of an anthropologist, on a boat trip; it is her job to draw the birds they see on the river. They do see wonderful birds, and Anila meets her mother's family, including her own grandfather; they encounter brutality and betrayal, but also Anila discovers that her father is alive. On page after page, Mary Finn takes her readers with her to Anila's life, to India, to the unfairness of colonialism, to a blending of cultures, to the wild things in the marshes and jungles, and to the homes Anila knows, humble and grand. The details are remarkable, but it is the drama of the plot and the characters that keeps us moving quickly through the pages in this exceptionally fine historical novel. Claire Rosser, KLIATT |
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