A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
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narrative. In Song of the Exile however, Davenport celebrates the community that means<br />
home to the point of excess:<br />
In that moment it seemed the moon fired a million silver drops into prismatic<br />
lights that showered her, showered this narrow lane foaming with human rhythms.<br />
A lane so narrow that, when someone sliced a Maui onion, across the road<br />
someone cried. It seemed suddenly a mythic place, known only to a favored few, a<br />
tiny kingdom whose people were given to dreaming, fabulating, where white<br />
trumpet flowers hung like choruses of upside-down angels blowing jasmine and<br />
ginger across their lives. Folks drifted in and out of yards, recalling ancient tribes<br />
going forth to borrow fire. […] Until Pearl Harbor, until she saw their world in<br />
flames, Malia had never understood that this narrow lane, so precious and<br />
ephemeral, could disappear in a minute. Now she saw how each night was a<br />
homecoming, like touching the roots of feeling. Here at dusk, folks stepped from<br />
the working world into a kind of genesis. They who had seldom heard of unions,<br />
Sundays off, or equal wages, put down lunch pails, took off slippers and shoes,<br />
and stretched bare feet against soil that was regenerative and giving. Something<br />
existed here so primordial, all that was human in Malia now responded (177-8).<br />
From a native Hawaiian point of view, it is self-evident that the place is mythic, giving,<br />
and primordial: Any place in the islands is built upon native space, layering the ‘aina<br />
with inscriptions, roots vying for room. A society built upon the seizing of land and upon<br />
its cultivation by segregated groups of many races naturally reacts by imagining spaces<br />
that harbor functioning communities.<br />
In Gary Pak’s 1992 magical realist short story collection The Watcher of<br />
Waipuna, such ambiguous tales of place and belonging are negotiated. Pak’s stories are<br />
influenced by legends and tall tales, incorporating history and mythology, mental<br />
aberrations and spiritual manifestations. Another common factor is their focus on Local<br />
communities and their precarious relationship to the space they inhabit. In her project on<br />
competing nationalisms in Hawai’i, Candace Fujikane has analyzed the collection’s<br />
initial story “The Valley of Dead Air” as an expression of the anxieties involved in a<br />
Local cultural nationalist claiming of Hawai’i as homeland. For Fujikane, the story has to<br />
be read against a socio-political background:<br />
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