芒果街上的小[屋英文原版] 桑德拉·希斯内罗丝.doc

芒果街上的小屋 桑德拉·希斯内罗丝 The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros Contents Introduction The House on Mango Street Hairs Boys Girls My Name Cathy Queen of Cats Our Good Day Laughter Gils Furniture Bought Sold Meme Ortiz Louie, His Cousin His Other Cousin Marin Those Who Dont There Was an Old Woman She Had So Many Children She Didnt Know What to Do Alicia Who Sees Mice Darius the Clouds And Some More The Family of Little Feet A Rice Sandwich Chanclas Hips The First Job Papa Who Wakes Up Tired in the Dark Born Bad Elenita, Cards, Palm, Water Geraldo No Last Name Ednas Ruthie The Earl of Tennessee Sire Four Skinny Trees No Speak English Rafaela Who Drinks Coconut Papaya Juice on Tuesdays Sally Minerva Writes Poems Bums in the Attic Beautiful Cruel A Smart Cookie What Sally Said The Monkey Garden Red Clowns Linoleum Roses The Three Sisters Alicia I Talking on Ednas Steps A House of My Own Mango Says Goodbye Sometimes A Note About the Author Introduction Its been ten years since The House on Mango Street was first published. I began writing it in graduate school, the spring of 1977, in Iowa City. I was twenty-two years old. Im thirty-eight now, far from that time and place, but the questions from readers remain, Are these stories true? Are you Esperanza? When I began The House on Mango Street, I thought I was writing a memoir. By the time I finished it, my memoir was no longer memoir, no longer autobiographical. It had evolved into a collective story peopled with several lives from my past and present, placed in one fictional time and neighborhood—Mango Street. A story is like a Giacometti sculpture. The farther away it is from you, the clearer you can see it. In Iowa City, I was undergoing several changes of identity. For the first time I was living alone, in a community very different in class and culture from the one where I was raised. This caused so much unrest I could barely speak, let alone write about it. The story I was living at twenty-two would have