Titlebook: Ethnic Literary Traditions in American Children‘s Literature; Michelle Pagni Stewart,Yvonne Atkinson Book 2009 Palgrave Macmillan, a divis

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Do Dick and Jane Still Live Here? Reading Children’s Literature as Ethnic Literatureteristics of a people who share a common and distinctive culture, religion, and/or language. For purposes of this introduction, the word “culture” refers to the shared knowledge and values of a society, and “ethnicity” refers to that which is derived from a culture, race, or religion, as well as lin

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Alive and Well and Reclaiming Their Cultural Voice: Third Generation Native American Children’s Litecriptions of the books that she gives, it is apparent that she is describing books about Indians in the past, which are the books that have, until more recently, dominated American Indian children’s literature.

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Trauma and National Identity in Haitian-American Young Adult Literaturevoices from the 1910s, 1920s, and 1930s, like Arna Bontemps, Effie Lee Newsome, Silas X. Floyd, Jane Dabney Shackelford, Rose Leary Love, and many, many others, have called on us to reshape our construction of an African American children’s literary tradition. Whereas critics outside of black childr

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Writing on Violence and Healing for Young Audiences: An Interview with Rigoberto Gonzalezon as a visiting writer in impoverished schools and its impact on his writing Soledad Sigh Sighs (2003) and Antonio’s Card (2005), the two children’s books discussed within this volume’s featured critical essay in on violence and trauma in Latina/o children’s literature.

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“Way Down in the Jungle Deep, the Lion Stepped on the Monkey’s Feet”: An Introduction to African Amerontational, manipulative, inventive, disruptive, masked and unmasking language” (11). An analysis of the process of acquisition of the enslavers language by enslaved Africans explains the development of a written discourse based in African oral traditions.

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