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Never in a Hurry
Essays on People and Places

Naomi Shihab Nye

Potluck suppers with could-be relatives, junkets to exotic locales, and the importance of strangers in our lives

In Never in a Hurry the poet Naomi Shihab Nye resist the American inclination to "leave toward places when we barely had time enough to get there." Instead she travels the world at an observant pace, talking to strangers and introducing readers to an endearing assemblage of eccentric neighbors, Filipina faith healers, dry-cleaning proprietors, and other quirky characters.

A Palestinian-American who lives in a Mexican-American neighborhood, Nye speaks for the mix of people and places that can be called the "American Experience." From St. Louis, the symbolic "Gateway to the West," she embarks on a westward migration to examine America, past and present, and to glimpse into the lives of its latest outsiders—illegal immigrants from Mexico and troubled inner-city children.

In other essays Nye ventures beyond North America's bounds, telling of a year in her childhood spent in Palestine and of an adulthood filled with cross-cultural quests. Whether recounting the purchase of a car on the island of Oahu or a camel-back ride through India's Thar Desert, Nye writes in wry, refreshing tones about themes that transcend borders and about the journety that remains the greatest of all—the journey from outside to in as the world enters each one of us, as we learn to see.

Naomi Shihab Nye was born in 1952 and lives in San Antonio, Texas. Her poetry volumes include Red Suitcase and Words Under the Words: Selected Poems. Editor of This Same Sky, and award-winning anthology of international poetry, Nye is featured on two PBS poetry specials, "The Language of Life with Bill Moyers" and "The United States of Poetry."

 

 
 

 

book jacket for Never in a Hurry


 

CREATIVE NONFICTION
(1996)
6 x 9
270 pages
18 illustrations
ISBN 978-1-57003-082-6
paperback, $18.95t

Once my husband and I invited every Nye in the San Antonio telephone book to dinner. Such reckless festivity would have been more difficult had our name been Sanchez or Smith; as it stood, the eleven entries for Nye seemed too provocative to pass up. Eleven groups of people sharing a name within one city—and we didn't know any of them.

Handwritten invitation—"If you're named Nye, you're invited." Would they get it? I was brazen enough to style it a "potluck"—a gathering where the parties themselves would be a potluck—and asked all to RSVP. A week later each family had responded positively, with glinting curiosity, except one humorless fireman, whom I telephoned at the last minute. He was too busy for such frivilous pursuit.


 
 

 
 
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