Yes, Maya Angelou was indeed a phenomenal
woman. We are reminded of this
throughout all her biographies where she exposes herself to us through her religious
beliefs, her politics, her struggles to find success, her love for the arts, her
son and her family. In this third installment of her seven autobiographies,
readers are introduced to Maya, the singer, dancer, and all round performer. We
learn how her name came to be (Maya from her brother and Angelou a derivative
from her married name, Angelos). Hence Maya Angelou was born.
She had me cheering for her throughout the book
especially when she walked through her marital woes, showing her son how to be
a good boy, and trying out for parts in clubs and on Broadway to make ends
meet. When she got her big break to go
on tour with Porgy and Bess, she transported me to many places (Egypt, Italy,
Yugoslavia, Paris, etc.). Her descriptions of the people, the sights, the
sounds and the smells were very vivid and I could imagine myself walking the
streets alongside her.
I took a front row seat when she performed either
dancing or singing Calypso songs in the night clubs (the Casbah, the Purple
Onion, the Mars Club, etc.). She had me laughing out loud because of her brash
conversations with the other showgirls, the musicians, and some of her
suitors. Who can forget the unrequited
love from men like Mr. Julian in Yugoslavia crying out, “It’s that I’m loving
you. It’s that I am dying because of you. It’s that I’m falling in front of a train.”
Rating: 5 stars
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