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- Tutti i difetti che amo di te by Anna Premoli
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Un romanzo indubbiamente appassionante, che alterna momenti di puro divertimento ad attimi di una dolcezza estrema. Nov 02, Patrisha rated it it was amazing. Ho amato ogni singolo istante di questo romanzo, a partire dalla trama, lo sviluppo, le situazioni esilaranti e i dialoghi ironici e frizzanti, per arrivare ai due protagonisti, Ethan e Sara, perfetti l'uno per l'altra.
Insomma, l'ho preferito al primo romanzo della Premoli, un 5 stelle meritatissimo. Da leggere e rileggere! Fare il viaggio e non innamorarsi profondamente View all 14 comments. This was a genuinely funny book that I really enjoyed! It is a very easy read and the characters are great - it is a steady plot that keeps you engaged and I flew through the pages doing my normal just one more chapter at bed time until I realised I was very near the end so might as well finish it!
This is the second book that I have read by Anna and will definitely be looking for more of her books in the future - this is a really enjoyable, light-hearted re https: This is the second book that I have read by Anna and will definitely be looking for more of her books in the future - this is a really enjoyable, light-hearted read that took me away from the day to day tasks.
Nov 03, Claudia rated it really liked it. I suoi romanzi sono godibili, leggeri, freschi, ironici, con quella punta di romanticismo che ti fa sciogliere e sospirare ma che non stomaca. Sono il p "Devi partire da te stesso Oct 30, Oana rated it liked it. Ethan Phelps is the rich playboy trouble-maker whose only talent in life is spending money and dating women That is until Ethan's father dies with no will to his name, leaving his two sons the legal heirs to his billion-dollar company.
Sara is forced to become the court-appointed guardian to ha The Blurb: Sara is forced to become the court-appointed guardian to handle Ethan's share of the fortune, as his family do not trust him to manage it himself. Sara thinks it should be easy, but it's not so simple when Ethan is determined to get rid of her by whatever means necessary What ensues is a dramatic and hilarious power-play between Sara and Ethan Ethan Phelps, comes from a rich family, is a waste of space, spends money like water and has a drinking problem.
When his dad suddenly dies, Ethan is left a percentage of the family business and unable to make any sensible decisions it is decided that he needs a guardian to over see his finances and this comes in the form of lawyer Sara Di Giovanni. Ethan doesnt want Sara in his life, so does everything to make life difficult in the hope she will resign. What continues in the story is a lot of arguments, point scoring and a massive battle of wills with Sara always being one step ahead of him. Has Ethan finally met his match?.
Or will Sara walk away!. Although this took me a whille to get into, I did enjoy the story and the trials and tribulations of Ethan and Sara. It was an easy read and Anna Premoli captures the relationship well with the main charactors. Sep 28, Santoloce Francesca rated it it was amazing. I received an ARC of this book from Netgalley for an honest review. Sara is a Patent Lawyer and somehow gets saddled with being Ethan Phelps who is a year old man, btw court-appointed guardian. Ethan doesn't like having a court appointed guardian, and has already run three others off.
Ethan's father passed away - he was the President of a multi-million dollar company and didn' I received an ARC of this book from Netgalley for an honest review. Ethan's father passed away - he was the President of a multi-million dollar company and didn't have a will another point I found not believable. Once Sara becomes his guardian, he immediately dislikes her. He even moves himself into her "flat" this book felt more like it was set in London than NY. There are two very big problems with this book. The first is the absolute lack of character development.
Why is Ethan an alcoholic? Was he ignored as a child? It's never discussed, other than Sara saying he needs someone to believe in him. Sara is a "prude" who has a crush on someone who views her as a sister.
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The fact that Sara, a Patent lawyer, would be assigned as a financial guardian made no sense. Ethan and his brother clearly didn't get along, but that was never pursued. We're just supposed to read and be happy with the results. The biggest problem with this book, however, was Ethan. He was not a likable hero, or someone you found yourself rooting for.
Maybe if the author had Ethan explain what happened that made him the way he was, I might have felt something for him. One other note - there were way too many pronouns used for a book told in the third person. It was often hard to know who was telling the story. It's hard to recommend a book when you really don't like the characters, and sadly, I didn't really care for these. Della serie che in certi momenti avevo le lacrime agli occhi… dal ridere! Per quel che riguarda i personaggi, la Premoli non ha sbagliato nemmeno questa volta: E questo non riguarda solo i protagonisti, ma anche le comparse e i protagonisti secondari.
In particolare ho trovato esilaranti le scene con il giudice Ritcher. Unico dettaglio che non ho ben capito sono le ragioni alla base del comportamento di Ethan. This novel is full of unexpected situations and witty repartee - it is a battle of wits, and an entertaining read! Ethan is a waster who comes from a rich family.
Never having had to worry about money he has created for himself an easy life of expensive tastes, even spending time in rehab - and more than once! Sara, on the other hand, is a respected lawyer who has worked hard to get to where she is today.
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Specialising in patent law, she is currently appearing before the Judge who knows Ethan's fam This novel is full of unexpected situations and witty repartee - it is a battle of wits, and an entertaining read! Specialising in patent law, she is currently appearing before the Judge who knows Ethan's family and the problems his lifestyle causes them.
Impressed with Sara's no-nonsense and efficient manner in tackling the opposition in court, Judge Richter hits upon the bright idea of appointing Sara as his new guardian in charge of his financial affairs. Surely her tenaciousness will succeed where all previous appointees failed? After all, there can only be so many who will run for the hills faced with Ethan Phelps! And so begins a struggle with Ethan finding out fairly rapidly that his old tricks don't have the same effect on Sara as her predecessors.
What follows is a wonderful battle of wits and point scoring, with each trying to get the better of the other. As Sara struggles to stay one step ahead, Ethen must dig deep.. Vivamus vulputate tempus odio, ac malesuada libero fringilla et. Phasellus auctor odio ac velit hendrerit eu pellentesque diam varius. Proin et massa neque, eu cursus massa. Donec tempus arcu malesuada orci lobortis interdum. Suspendisse molestie tellus sed dui vehicula aliquet.
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Mauris feugiat, metus id tincidunt suscipit, eros eros tincidunt eros, sit amet bibendum tortor neque ac orci. The frown made his face look deformed, convulsed in a final moment of dread and fury. A pasteboard mask, brilliant, livid and wrinkled, the consequence of the heat of the last struggle, an indefinable expression, something like pleasure, pain and shock all in one, like the ineffable cruelty of a scythe as it cuts away a haughty and exceptional life enjoying the supreme pleasure.
The right hand of His Most Distinguished First Magistrate squeezed his left nipple tightly as if it were trying to contain a cry of intense pain. The left hand lay motionless on the bed showing the palm in a mute and inconclusive interrogation. The stupefied faces contemplating him showed consternation, but their leathery bodies stood still like granite statues, motionless, incredulous, dejected: Death was a common occurrence, vulgar, it only happened to others, never to them, and certainly never to him, the giver of all things bad and good that came from his stagnant universe.
Anguish, stupor, tension, and an irremediable sense of irresolution saturated the atmosphere of that microcosm. Not accustomed to decide on their own, their smallest actions were imposed by the incontestable will of the Guide of the People, they vacillated, unable to move, without understanding, terrorized, not knowing what to do now that the First Citizen, lying still on the bed, was reduced to nothing. Tortured by doubts about themselves, about their capabilities and their destiny, they were the nucleolus of a regime that for nearly four decades took charge of everything and everybody without any limits other than those of satiety.
Heads down, lost expressions, eyes whose humanity had been stripped as a consequence of centuries of inability to feel anything other than envy, or indifference, they saw from their obscurity the morbid remains of His Excellency, that proud body, always gesticulating, reduced to a minute figure stripped of its proverbial arrogance, a simple cadaver, helpless and naked, highlighted by an erect, proud and protruding organ perforating the air as an act of defiance against nothingness.
It was the sum total of his power, the foundation of his authority, symbol of his portentous virility, vestige of his energy and secular domination of all living beings. Esom Esom, more moved by fear than tragedy, spoke in silence: And he recalled the favorite saying of Nze Mebiang, his beloved father who was now sheltered lovingly in the world of the dead, a reputed sorcerer who had become the protecting spirit of the family and the clan, whose remains had been infused with wisdom by competent witch doctors whose powers protected them from all harm and conspiracy: The illustrious people who gathered there well knew they must react quickly to keep the crowds from contemplating such an irritating and grotesque spectacle, just what the enemies would like, both within and outside the country, either underground or in exile, since the first secretions of blood had begun to show from his half open mouth, running down his cheeks toward the pure satin white sheets; however, due to the usual lack of resolve, they awaited the orders of the Master without considering that the Founder had left this world, unable to give orders ever again.
Now he was more hesitant than ever. He had never made a decision on his own because his brother thought for him, even to the point of choosing his three wives, women who had warmed his bed and had given him an extensive progeny: He was destined to become the guide and protector of his people, a plentiful tribe, as numerous as grains of sand in the sea. Even in the midst of the disaster, Esom Esom could not avoid dedicating certain moments of his pleasurable and tense life to the protection of his older brother, for whom he felt great devotion and admiration.
He was so blinded by the terror of uncertainty that he continued to stare dauntlessly at the naked corpse. Or is it possible that he thought of the erection as evidence of the unequivocal magical powers of the Invincible Chief, powers that he had shown even after he had taken his last breath? What a rod, Lord! What a waste that singular apparatus was, desired and contemplated by his numerous women, soon it would be eaten by worms! Now nothing would be the same. Should he play his hand smartly by relying on his status as the most loved of the brothers and chief of Domestic Security, a position that would allow him to maneuver around all the irregularities and other dirty activity of which he had kept record?
Politics are complicated, he told himself, intuiting that his hour had arrived, and he would not let anything get in his way. It was important to keep ahead of it all. His triumph, his power, would be inexorable if he managed to conserve the skull and ingest the brains and gonads of the corpse that he would exhume after the burial so that the abilities and qualities that solidified the leadership of the dead man would enter into him, transmitted by Nze Mebiang, his honorable father, whose skull was kept somewhere as a golden relic in a mysterious hidden sanctuary.
This would be the basis for his own supremacy. And what were the intentions of his opportunistic and envious uncle, Lieutenant General Obigli, a man who had made a personal fiefdom of the Army, a man of dubious loyalty despite his persistent servility and his frequent highfalutin expressions of unquestionable allegiance? That norm favored him; he was as much a nephew as his dead brother. Although the traditional laws allowed him to make decisions regarding the funeral rites of the inanimate body of the deceased, the lines separating the public from the private were so tenuous due to dirty politics that it would be more prudent to wait lest they think that his zeal was actually ambition.
He did not even dare to have someone take care of the cadaverous odors by covering this strikingly indecent nakedness. The voluminous midsection of the First Leader looked as if it was about to burst, indiscreet and rhythmic flatulencies filled the large room with an air that made it more and more difficult to breathe, but none of those present dared to cover their noses thereby exposing themselves to the reprisals of the Maximum Leader for their disrespect and grotesque behavior.
Despite the higher status over Brigadier Esom Esom and the little brother that was conferred to him by tradition, Obigli had never had the courage to express his own opinion in front of the Supreme Guide, and he was not sure how the taciturn and crafty Esom Esom might react. These were delicate matters, taboos that no one had had the courage to bring up so that his own opportunity might be put in jeopardy, because impatience might lead to their expulsion to some dark place outside the land. He knew about the tragic end suffered by the crazy rebels who defied the all-encompassing authority of the Liberator.
But the soothsayers seemed to be on his side: No one else possessed his acumen, his courage, his audacity, qualities hidden during thirty-six years of submission. Now was the moment to put these traits to work. But he would leave nothing to chance, it was necessary to highlight his unquestioned merits. So all he had to do was to entrust the head of his nephew to the sorcery of agile and efficient witch doctors, always affirming the authority of the ancestors and the permanent protection of the benefactor-spirits. He felt it in his gut, it was a good feeling.
He smiled to himself. The unnerving quiet belied an intense inner agitation. They contemplated that strange and extraordinary phenomenon with feverous solemnity, the provocation presented by the death of a toreador as he lays proud and rigid with his sword, like the mast of a sail ship, another prodigy of the Supreme Master who had just embarked on the journey to eternity leaving them terrified orphans. Urgent action was necessary.
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What would be their immediate fate? Imprisonment in one of those gloomy cells designed for subversives? Would they taste the bitterness of poverty after so much opulence? It all depended on who would get the biggest piece of the pie, and each one of them was betting on himself as the one in charge of administering the inheritance coming from the great Nze Mebiang.
They trusted no one, suspicious of everything, aware of the great impending chaos. Demons had been unleashed. With the cunning of a tiger ready to attack or the danger of a trapped lion, the sons of the tribe measured their own weaknesses and strengths: The dreaded time had come: This sly son of the renowned Nze Mebiang, whose enchantments had prepared him to be the leader among the leaders and the richest among the rich.
Why so much avarice, she thought, after all, we leave this world for eternity as naked as when we arrived. She was only one of many prisoners in the harem. She should not have panicked. She well knew the habits of the spirits, and how they would frolic in their nights of witchcraft. This was a country in which the loyal ones went unpunished and the rest of the population was sentenced to death, excepting only the head man and his acolyte, Esom Esom, the only one who humanized him due perhaps to his loyalty.
Although she had a dowry —she was as much a wife as the others—, in reality she was only the ninth official concubine of the Supreme Chief, and as much for her youth as for her status as favorite, her rivals could easily turn against her if they conspired with those close to the depraved old man and decided to sacrifice thereby doing what was right under the circumstances.
Indeed it was possible to imagine such a concubinage. And what if, in adherence to tradition, Esom Esom was to inherit and marry her? She felt uncomfortable in that ill smelling room; she could not get away from it. She thought of her mother. Her sacrifice brought security and well being. Who would dare deny it? In that world of fear, agony, and baseness, it was the best solution: Her people now ate like the whites.
And they got fat. She herself satisfied her own whims more than she could possibly imagine. She traveled to Europe for a manicure or to replenish her wardrobe. Yes, for abortions too. It was painful to think of those two crimes, to kill the children of her one-and-only. It led her to a chemical solution with the same innocence—perhaps even with the same devilish attraction—as when she convinced him that the two first pregnancies were the result of his incomparable energy.
Filled with pride, he swallowed the story. But she had to admit that they were both devoted to those seeds in her body: No one could ever discover the lie. Only she knew the secret. But she did not dare to add to the scheme: Or it was possible that her Lover, heart-struck, might give away the lie. For her security, her prosperity, and for the good of her family. It seemed a joke; later she was scared and she lost her wits. As the God of Justice was here witness, it was not her intention.
It had all happened by His design. She was merely an instrument in His will. Never had it occurred to her that two pills could lead to death. She only wanted to enjoy herself a bit at his expense, make merry with him, give him a pleasurable afternoon, nourish his petulance. But what was done was done, and no one would believe the truth, that a mere accident had accelerated History. It was then that she had begun to learn to be a Lady, as her subordinates and everyone called her, only to leave behind that rude peasant she was destined to be before then.
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All that in return for silently putting up with his snorts, his repugnant hands all over her, his repulsive withering skin, his disgusting toothless mouth when he took out his false teeth before bed. Yes, security and prosperity in return for keeping his secrets, lying by omission, feign always, say nothing always, always.
She did not remember being young. She never enjoyed life. She was never happy. She became aware of this many years later, at first as the days passed, she was dazzled by the ideal of a soft and pleasurable life, from the first moment she had become older like him, obligated to move along those dangerous paths to keep her honor intact and not commit a carless error that might awaken the ire of the vengeful ogre. Always rise above the snares. Know how to contain his emotions. Fearlessly and vigorously stand off the adversity that plagued her miserable existence in her golden cage.
But then melancholy became a permanent condition, just like the animals she saw one day in a zoo in Europe, where the frolic and noise of the lions, tigers, and monkeys lacked spirit, that spontaneous merriment of beasts not in captivity. Calculating each step, measuring each word, each gesture.
Sadness, infinite sadness in her dry eyes, dry because they were tired of crying. Her body was yearning for tenderness, unsatisfied by the feigned submission to a conjugal obligation. She had suffocated herself in her luxurious dwellings, insufferable cages, without any companionship other than that of children, without any grip on reality, the irremediable tedium of the days and nights. Was it worth it? She remembered her loving caresses, empathy that transcended understanding. She was alone, atrociously alone. Although… Perhaps she was not alone: To her, he was the indubitable triumph of good over evil, the certainty of the end of an unfortunate destiny, the hope for future splendor.
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Only he, with his abnegation, brought the hope of such a banal life. Only he could suffer with her, compensate for all the bitterness. Only he, just a few steps away, behind the closed door, embittered by jealousy and spite, humiliated by powerlessness, eaten by hatred, suffering in silence, was always waiting impatiently for the sly one to leave. Waiting for him to dose off in one of those lethargic, humid afternoons, in a corner of any one of his palaces, then he would come to her, taking advantage of any interruption in his daily habits only to prize himself with whatever the rotten old man had left of her, to possess her stealthily in all her fire, desperately welded to her as if it were his last opportunity before the end of the ages.
Certain desires are more dangerous, more sinful than carnal infidelity, more than that love that smelled of death placing them at the edge of a disaster that passion fortified by the terror lacerating her senses both in the absences and each time she was with him. What would become of him, of her, of the innocent children of all their family, now that she pondered the caressing possibility of feeling clean and free for the first time?
Leave the enigma to the passing of time. Perhaps they had reached the end of the game. Perhaps the trumpets of Jericho had already sounded. Or perhaps not all was lost and there was a way to find salvation. These were indolent beings, brutal, now stupefied by the mist of their own tortured souls; they sensed that their time was ending as they prayed humbly and arduously to the protecting spirits and to all the gods of the universe that they would have the perseverance to control the situation and come out alright.
They must not hurry. Never grow weak because miracles could happen: Biography Reading Material Further Reading. At 14 she was living in the streets but after some time she decided to start a new life. She studied Philosophy and Politics at Leeds University in the s and in the s she was a postgraduate student in Journalism Training, a period in which she also got a diploma in Mime and Physical Theatre at the Desmond Jones School. For years Mason-John was a journalist, working as an international correspondent covering Australian Aboriginal Land Rights or interviewing Sinn Fein prisoners in Northern Ireland, among other jobs.
In she received the Windrush Achievement Award: Arts and Community Pioneer for services to the black community in Britain. Her writing career was initiated when she was a journalist, when she co-authored and edited two books dealing with the lives of African and Asian lesbians in Britain: In she published Brown Girl in the Ring: Plays, Prose and Poems London, Get a Grip , her first collection of creative writing which included her literary production in different genres, among them her first play, Sin Dykes.
Partly autobiographical and deeply ironic in style, Borrowed Body , later republished as The Banana Kid London, BAAF, , depicts in original, humorous ways the innermost feelings and experiences of a child in her attempt to understand the world, to such acclaim that it received the Mind Book of the Year Award in Mason-John has contributed to numerous literary and cultural publications. Among them we can highlight her interview in the journal Wasafiri spring and her article in the critical volume Black British Aesthetics Newcastle, Cambridge Scholars Publishing, , edited by Victoria Arana.
She has also participated in radio and television shows and artistic exhibitions, sometimes as a performance poet. She is a woman of many interests: Thus, during the past years she has been a freelance trainer for anger management and conflict resolution designing programmes for schools, youth organisations and professionals. Her self-help manual Detox Your Heart Cambridge, Windhorse, focuses precisely on how to control anger, hatred and fear. Another interesting aspect to be mentioned is the important role Buddhism has played in her life for the past sixteen years: Her most recent book is entitled Broken Voices: She has lived in London and also in the USA and is currently working on a new novel.
From The Banana Kid: In Victoria Arana ed. His parents, Robert and Ida Elizabeth James, were black and lower middle class, and both their fathers had worked their way up from almost nothing as immigrants from Barbados. His struggle enabled his son Robert James to escape a life of manual labour on the sugar estates to become a respected teacher, and later headmaster.
CLR James was an uncommonly gifted boy and aged just nine, became the youngest boy ever to win the necessary exhibition. Yet expectations that he would graduate from QRC with a scholarship to go abroad and study for a profession were to be dashed. James clearly could have chosen such a route had he wanted to, but his interest was increasingly distracted by life outside the classroom.
Instead of paying full attention to Oxbridge educated teachers of Latin and Greek, James indulged his love for the game of cricket and for reading English literature. After leaving QRC in , though returning there as a teacher of English and History during the s, all the contradictions of colonial rule — the hypocrisy, tyranny and injustice — slowly but steadily dawned on James. By , amidst the rise of fascism across Europe on the back of mass unemployment created by the worst crisis in the history of capitalism, James politically radicalised towards Marxism, joining the tiny international Trotskyist movement.
By , James, having moved down to London had secured a prestigious job reporting cricket for the Manchester Guardian. The story of the only successful slave revolt in history , starring the legendary black American star of the stage and screen Paul Robeson in the title role, staged in London in March James by now was also working closely with his boyhood friend and compatriot George Padmore, a former leading figure in the Communist International who in had broken away and in founded the militant Pan-Africanist International African Service Bureau IASB , based in London.
Makonnen, Chris Braithwaite and I. In April , James spent a week with Leon Trotsky himself in order to discuss the strategy and tactics of black liberation struggles in the United States. Aside from playing a leading role in achieving a significant symbolic victory in the appointment of Frank Worrell as the first black captain of the West Indian cricket team, James suffered an even more painful experience after returning to Trinidad in to play his part in the movement towards in independence across the Caribbean.
James now published his classic semi-autobiographical cultural history of West Indian cricket, Beyond a Boundary , revised The Black Jacobins for a second edition and also revised his play about the Haitian Revolution — now also called The Black Jacobins first performed in in order to take account of the new realities of liberation struggles in the age of decolonisation. In , James made a brief return to Trinidad as a cricket correspondent but was placed under house arrest by Williams for a short period until a public outcry ensured his release.
James now travelled widely between Britain, the USA, Canada and the Caribbean and initiated but ultimately boycotted as a result of its support for authoritarian regimes the sixth Pan-African Congress in Dar-es-Salaam in In later years, he continued to write and lecture widely and while increasingly honoured as a living icon of twentieth-century Pan-Africanism and remaining an inspirational figure to many young black radicals, including Walter Rodney.
In the s, James lived in Brixton in London, and from his room above the Race Today collective organised by his great nephew Darcus Howe. Cudjoe and William E. James; His Intellectual Legacies Amherst, James and Revolutionary Marxism; Selected writings of C. James, New Jersey, Frank Rosengarten, Urbane Revolutionary: James and the Struggle for a New Society Jackson, During the last few years, growing numbers of people from Africa and of African origin have settled in Iceland.
Until recently relatively few individuals of African origin were present at all, which reflects the low level of immigration to Iceland in the past. The connection between Iceland and different African countries has historically not been extensive. Iceland was, for example, not engaged in the imperial or colonial exploitations of past centuries, thus having no ex-colonies, being itself a poor Danish dependency until the mid 20 th century.
Africa has still been a part of Icelandic reality in several ways, in particular through various mediums discussing the continent, inhabitants and its different countries. In Iceland racist and colonial images were, furthermore, created and recycled, Icelanders thus participating in the colonial ideology that shaped European identities in 19 th and early 20 th century.
My discussion aims at giving an overview of images of Africa in Iceland, in addition to mapping out the presence of Africans in Iceland and prejudice against people of African origin in Iceland. I start with a brief discussion on how Africa has been made available to Icelanders through the centuries, in images and texts even though there has not been an extensive connection between Africa and Iceland.
I then give general information about African immigration to Iceland and contemporary images of the continent in addition to narrating experiences expressed by few individuals of African origin living in Iceland. In relation to these projects I have interviews with diverse group of people focus groups and individual interviews in order to capture the different views at stake in relation to racism and prejudices in Iceland.
Images of Africa existed in Iceland from the earliest time, many of whom were basing on works of other European scholars. Looking at 19 th and early 20 th century images of Africa shows, however, a clear replication of racist and colonizing images found within European and American context. This is, for example, reflected in the teaching material for geography and history during this time.
Geography books closely explain racial classifications, positioning them as objective scientific facts, often using subjective and degrading language. When Iceland was occupied by the U. Even though this has also to be contextualized within the resentment to an army occupation so recently after independence, it still shows particular attitudes toward foreigners. Moving rapidly to the current day Iceland, considerable changes have been in regard to the images of Africa in Icelandic context with more plural and vibrant image of the continent.
To take schoolbooks again as a point of emphasis, many schoolbooks published around and after discussing Africa in one way or another, destabilize older views of homogeneity of the Icelandic nation. The authors seem to attempt to engage with the changing compositions of the Icelandic nation, along with acknowledging that diversity has always existed in Icelandic society.
This applies as well to some books addressing Africa as a continent. This discussion of the kingdom, in spite of being very brief, gives a view of dynamic and power state that is connected to the outside world, emphasizing agency Helgason Even though there is certainly more work to be done in regard to this, the emphasis in some of these recent schoolbooks reflects still a drastic change from earlier schoolbooks presentation of Africa as traditional and uniform continent located in the past. Schoolbooks do, however, of course not reflect on what happens in the classroom or school policies and practices in a wider sense.
Simultaneously, one also sees a reproduction of racist images in Iceland in books and media. The republication caused a huge debate in Icelandic society where some native Icelanders protested the racism intrinsic to the book and its images questioning why it would be republished today. The name could refer to the black color of the house if it was not for the symbol of the coffee house: According for some of those I interviewed, the owner of the coffee shop had been asked to remove this racist symbol due to its offensive nature, but had refused to do so.
Colonial and racist images are thus not to be necessarily contested by all within present day Iceland, in spite of more plural image of the African continent and African people existing as well. Prior to that time there is no information about the number of individuals of African origin living in Iceland. Only in statistic became collected in regard to country of origin of these individuals. In there were individuals from Africa living in Iceland. The number of individuals has grown somewhat steadily but between there was no increase and between decrease 41 persons and again in 11 persons , and then once again between 6 persons.
Also, following more immigration to Iceland in general from other countries, it is likely that people from other continents that are identified with the African diaspora have also moved to Iceland. Looking at gender distribution from nationality shows that it is quite uneven. Within other nationalities where there are fewer individuals living in Iceland, the gender distribution is even more skewed. Iceland became a part of the Schengen area on March 25 th , , meaning that all African nationals must apply for a visa before travelling to Iceland, unless having a valid Schengen visa.
The inhabitants of the islands Mauritius and Seychelle Islands are exempted from visa requirement. Nationals of countries that are not part of the European Economic Area EEA need work permits to come and work in Iceland, meaning that African nationals cannot come to Iceland and work unless granted work permit.
Also, according to the Icelandic laws, work permits are only given to residence of non-EEA countries after the employer has first sought someone local workforce and from the EEA area. After change in the legal framework in August 1 st , , there are more types of residential permits, some of which do not grant the basis for permanent residential permit. Prior to that time there were only two types of residential permits both of whom gave the possibility of permanent residential permit, if certain conditions were granted.
In that respect, the laws have been made even stricter for those interested in permanent residency. The permits are also not granted to the workers themselves but to the employer and usually for only 12 months, even though they can be extended. There are, however, very few cases where racist discrimination is reported by the victims to the authorities. During the years till no cases falling under section have been reported and only 13 under section a, 7 of those 13 were in and no case in information from the National Commissioner of the Icelandic Police.
In , the National Commissioner of the Icelandic Police issued a report on hate-crimes in Iceland, where it is stressed how serious hate-crimes are within a European context and the importance of investigating it further in Iceland. In my interviews with Africans living in Iceland some mentioned that that they believed that they were paid lower amount than an Icelander but to a large part ascribing it as a result of their status as foreigners, not to their skin color.
When asking in interviews individuals of African origin about their experiences in relation to prejudice, majority expressed that it was difficult to be seen as anything else than a foreigner in Icelandic society.
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When asked about racism in that regard, most people said that did not generally see it as a large problem in Iceland. When the question was persuaded some said they had experienced racism in the form of verbal abuse and they had certainly meet Icelanders that were racist but generally did not experience much racism in Iceland. Fantu, who has lived in Iceland for 20 years refers, for example to his experience as a foreigner when asked about prejudice and racism, but not to his skin color.
When asked more closely in regard to racism he says: Some even mentioned unquestioned that the most racism in Icelandic society was directed at Polish people thus echoing the statements that I have often heard made by native Icelanders in regard to racism in iceland. My position as a white, ethnic Icelander could of course be at play in people downplaying the effects of racism, due to attempts to be polite towards me. Many of those I interviewed had also lived in other European countries, and had there encountered more violence in relation to racism, occasionally comparing their experiences directly with their experience elsewhere.
Icelandic nationalism has placed a strong division between Icelanders and foreigners; the Icelandic language and the heritage of medieval literature were essential for claims of independence. Most individuals of African origin highlight the prejudices that they face as foreigners, still acknowledging that that some racism exists in Icelandic context.
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