Changing the Future: The LeiturArte Project Presents a Book Written by a Young Lady from the Itapagipe Peninsula
Twenty-two year-old Marjorie dos Anjos, working in Publicity, wrote her first book when she was sixteen, and she self-published it. Now LeiturArte gives her the opportunity to present the second edition of her book, When the Last Leaf Falls.
By now, everyone knows that LeiturArte is a project that aims to be an incentive to reading, and to further this purpose the ICBIE was chosen by the Arte em Toda Parte Anno II, which is an initiative of the City of Salvador, via the Gregorio De Matos Foundation. As part of this objective, one of the events planned by our Institute is the presentation of a book written by a local author.
This will represent a change in the future of this young lady, who, from childhood, showed an affinity for the written word. Marjorie began to write the book When the Last Leaf Falls when she was sixteen, but she had already meditated upon the idea for three years before that. Now, after finishing her studies as a Publicist, the writer raises an opportune reflection on the theme of water scarcity in this second edition of the book.
The formal presentation will be at the ICBIE on Saturday, May 9th. The ceremony, open to the public, will have many attractions: the traditional moment when the author autographs her book, but also music and theater. The author promises that three copies of the book will be given as prizes, drawn for those present at the event. For those who wish to learn more about Marjorie dos Anjos’s work, they can visit the site: marjoriedosanjos.wix.com/devaneios. And to learn about Rafiki and Dhoruba, it is sufficient to buy the book When the Last Leaf Falls from the site of the Clube de Autores. In order to get an autographed copy, you have to go to the ICBIE on the night of the presentation, where there will will also be copies of the book for sale.
Synopsis
Water shortages were the reason that started and finished World War Three. Nuclear and atomic bombs were not left unused; cities were abandoned by their residents; many languages became extinct. The places that were not touched by the war were destroyed by extreme weather conditions. Rafiki, a seventeen-year-old boy, was born in Africa shortly after the war ended. He did not see the families destroyed by the radioactivity of the bombs and never trod on the ground covered with cadavers. In short, he was born during one of the best years of the epoch. A nomad expecting nothing from life, Rafiki, since the time of his mother’s death, wanders in the company of Dhoruba, a spastic dog who generally irritates others. In one of the refuges where Rafiki passes the night, he meets Daraja, one of the few humans who can still dream. Without intending to convince him, Daraja nonetheless gives Rafiki hopes, and he ends up dreaming impossible dreams. The boy who had spent his seventeen years thinking only of death suddenly sends his dreams across the Atlantic Ocean.
Category: adventure, entertainment, fiction.
Marjorie, as told by Marjorie
Many people are really afraid of this question, but I know perfectly well how to respond to ‘Who am I?’
OK…I believe the answer to this question has to begin with my maternal grandfather. The first person who awoke in me a taste for words, regardless of the form in which they were used. In verse, in prose, maybe in music, too. My grandfather spoke really well, wrote great texts and encouraged me to do the same. A story here, a little story there. I began writing stories during my early childhood, and this was not always a positive thing, because someone who has a fertile imagination and always produces many ideas can be considered by others as scatterbrained. And for a long time I was the “butterfly head” (head in the clouds), but only until 2010, when I published my first book at the age of eighteen, on a story that I had created at thirteen. Now, for the first time, I was taken seriously and I liked the feeling. I went to school and they appreciated my writing. At that time, in the eyes of people my image began to change and no longer was I a “butterfly head” but a “brilliant mind.” I haven’t changed, I’m the same person; it is the point of view of other people that has changed.. Today, I do publicity, I’m a poet and writer. I still haven’t gone far and I’m not close to where I want to arrive. By my calculations, I need more than ten more books, books that are all waiting in line, and a few projects that for now are only on paper. For now, it is only this, but in a little while I will add other chapters to my life history.
