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“I took another road, past the old sugar works and the water wheel that had not turned for years. I went to parts of Coulibri that I had not seen, where there was no road, no path, no track. And if the razor grass cut my legs and arms I would think 'It's better than people.' Black ants or red ones, tall nests swarming with white ants, rain that soaked me to the skin - once I saw a snake. All better than people. Better, better, better than people.”

Quote by Jean Rhys

Work

Wide Sargasso Sea

Wide Sargasso Sea is a novel that provides insight into the life of Antoinette Cosway, a character from Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre. The story is set in the Caribbean and delves into the complex social and personal issues faced by Antoinette, offering a critical perspective on colonialism and the impact it had on her life. more

Author

Jean Rhys
Jean Rhys

Jean Rhys, a British novelist born on August 24, 1890, in the Dominican Republic, and died on May 14, 1979. Her works are known for their profound psychological descriptions and exploration of the female condition, with notable titles such as 'Wide Sargasso Sea'. more

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