The Heart of a Woman

The Heart of a Woman

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by Maya Angelou
     
 

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Maya Angelou has fascinated, moved, and inspired countless readers with the first three volumes of her autobiography, one of the most remarkable personal narratives of our age. Now, in her fourth volume, The Heart of a Woman, her turbulent life breaks wide open with joy as the singer-dancer enters the razzle-dazzle of fabulous New York City. There, at

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Maya Angelou has fascinated, moved, and inspired countless readers with the first three volumes of her autobiography, one of the most remarkable personal narratives of our age. Now, in her fourth volume, The Heart of a Woman, her turbulent life breaks wide open with joy as the singer-dancer enters the razzle-dazzle of fabulous New York City. There, at the Harlem Writers Guild, her love for writing blazes anew.

Her compassion and commitment lead her to respond to the fiery times by becoming the northern coordinator of Martin Luther King's history-making quest. A tempestuous, earthy woman, she promises her heart to one man only to have it stolen, virtually on her weding day, by a passionate African freedom fighter.

Filled with unforgettable vignettes of famous characters, from Billie Holiday to Malcolm X, The Heart of a Woman sings with Maya Angelou's eloquent prose — her fondest dreams, deepest disappointments, and her dramatically tender relationship with her rebellious teenage son. Vulnerable, humorous, tough, Maya speaks with an intimate awareness of the heart within all of us.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“Remarkable . . . a great lady moving right on through a great memoir.”
–Kirkus Reviews

“Maya Angelou has . . . achieved a kind of literary breakthrough which few writers of any time, place, or race achieve. . . . What makes [her] writing unique is . . . a melding of unconcerned honesty, consummate craft, and perfect descriptive pitch, yielding a rare compound of great emotional force and authenticity.”
–The Washington Post Book World

“To say that Angelou is a living legend is in no way an exaggeration. [She is] one of the great voices of contemporary literature.”
–The Voice

“Angelou is one of the geniuses of the Afro-American serial autobiography.”
–The New York Times

“A uniquely gifted wordsmith and storyteller.”
–The San Diego Union-Tribune

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780553380095
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Publication date:
05/08/1997
Series:
Oprah's Book Club Series
Pages:
336
Product dimensions:
5.59(w) x 8.19(h) x 0.88(d)
Lexile:
870L (what's this?)

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The Harlem Writer's Guild was meeting at John's house, and my palms were sweating and my tongue was thick. The loosely formed organization, without dues or membership cards, had one strict rule: any invited guest could sit in for three meetings, but thereafter, the visitor had to read from his or her work in progress. My time had come.

Sara Wright and Sylvester Leeks stood in a corner talking softly. John Clarke was staring at titles in the bookcase. Mary Delaney and Millie Jordan were giving their coats to Grace and exchanging greetings. The other writers were already seated around the living room in a semicircle.

John Killens walked past me, touching my shoulder, took his seat and called the meeting to order.

"O.K., everybody. Let's start." Chairs scraped the floor and the sounds reverberated in my armpits. "As you know, our newest member, our California singer, is going to read from her new play. What's the title, Maya?"

"One Love, One Life." My usually deep voice leaked out high-pitched and weak.

A writer asked how many acts the play had. I answered again in the piping voice, "So far only one."

Everyone laughed; they thought I was making a joke.

"If everyone is ready, we can begin." John picked up his note pad. There was a loud rustling as the writers prepared to take notes.

I read the character and set description despite the sudden perversity of my body. The blood pounded in my ears but not enough to drown the skinny sound of my voice. My hands shook so that I had to lay the pages in my lap, but that was not a good solution due to the tricks my knees were playing. They liftedvoluntarily, pulling my heels off the floor and then trembled like disturbed Jello. Before I launched into the play's action, I looked around at the writers expecting but hoping not to see their amusement at my predicament. Their faces were studiously blank. Within a year, I was to learn that each had a horror story about a first reading at the Harlem Writers Guild.

Time wrapped itself around every word, slowing me. I couldn't force myself to read faster. The pages seemed to be multiplying even as I was trying to reduce them. The play was dull, the characters, unreal, and the dialogue was taken entirely off the back of a Campbell's soup can. I knew this was my first and last time at the Guild. Even if I hadn't the grace to withdraw voluntarily, I was certain the members had a method of separating the wheat from the chaff.

"The End." At last.

The members laid their notes down beside their chairs and a few got up to use the toilets. No one spoke. Even as I read I knew the drama was bad, but maybe someone would have lied a little.

The room filled. Only the whispering of papers shifting told me that the jury was ready.

John Henrik Clarke, a taut little man from the South, cleared his throat. If he was to be the first critic, I knew I would receive the worst sentence. John Clarke was famous in the group for his keen intelligence and bitter wit. He had supposedly once told the FBI that they were wrong to think that he would sell out his home state of Georgia; he added that he would give it away, and if he found no takers he would even pay someone to take it. "One Life. One Love?" His voice was a rasp of disbelief. "I found no life and very little love in the play from the opening of the act to its unfortunate end."

Using superhuman power, I kept my mouth closed and my eyes on my yellow pad.

He continued, his voice lifting. "In 1879, on a March evening, Alexander Graham Bell successfully completed his attempts to send the human voice through a little wire. The following morning some frustrated playwright, unwilling to build the necessary construction plot, began his play with a phone call."

A general deprecating murmur floated in the air.

"Aw, John" and "Don't be so mean" and "Ooo Johnnn, you ought to be ashamed." Their moans were facetious, mere accompaniment to their relish.

Grace invited everyone to drinks, and the crowd rose and started milling around, while I stayed in my chair.

Grace called to me. "Come on, Maya. Have a drink. You need it." I grinned and knew movement was out of the question.

Killens came over. "Good thing you stayed. You got some very important criticism." He, too, could slide to hell straddling knotted greasy rope. "Don't just sit there. If they think you're too sensitive, you won't get such valuable criticism the next time you read."

The next time? He wasn't as bright as he looked. I would never see those snotty bastards as long as I stayed black and their asses pointed toward the ground. I put a nasty-sweet smile on my face and nodded.

"That's right, Maya Angelou, show them you can take anything they can dish out. Let me tell you something." He started to sit down beside me, but mercifully another writer called him away.

I measured the steps from my chair to the door. I could make it in ten strides.

"Maya, you've got a story to tell."

I looked up into John Clarke's solemn face.

"I think I can speak for the Harlem Writer's Guild. We're glad to have you. John Killens came back from California talking about your talent. Well, in this group we remind each other that talent is not enough. You've got to work. Write each sentence over and over again, until it seems you've used every combination possible, then write it again. Publishers don't care much for white writers." He coughed or laughed. "You can imagine what they think about black ones. Come on. Let's get a drink."

I got up and followed him without a first thought.


From the Paperback edition.

What People are saying about this

From the Publisher
"I know that not since the days of my childhood, when people in books were more real than the people one saw every day, have I found myself SO moved."

— James Baldwin

"Full of laughter and tears, love and hate, failures and triumphs, and above all, understanding."

— John O. Killens

"Gather Together in My Name

"Gather Together in My Name is part of a select body of literature that includes The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Claude Brown's Manchild in the Promised land, and Ernest J. Gaines's The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman. Maya Angelou regards the world and herself with intelligence and wit; she records the events of her life with style and grace."

— William McPherson, The Washington Post Book World

"Here the 'caged bird' soars, and sings in a voice as rich and funny, passionate and mellow as any writer I know."

— Shana Alexander

Meet the Author

Maya Angelou was raised in Stamps, Arkansas. In addition to her bestselling autobiographies, including I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and The Heart of a Woman, she wrote numerous volumes of poetry, among them Phenomenal Woman, And Still I Rise, On the Pulse of Morning, and Mother. Maya Angelou died in 2014.

From the Hardcover edition.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Winston-Salem, North Carolina
Date of Birth:
April 4, 1928
Place of Birth:
St. Louis, Missouri
Education:
High school in Atlanta and San Francisco

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The Heart of a Woman 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 36 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
In The Heart of a Woman, Maya Angelou describes her life as her son, Guy, grows into an adult. Her anger is evident as a racist homeowner refuses to let her rent and as Guy is discriminated in his new school because he tells where babies really come from. She meets Billie Holiday and receives advice on life and being famous that she remembers coming from a sick and lonely woman. Her move to New York yields many new opportunities, including working to make blacks and whites more equal. Doing this leads to her second marriage and another move. This time she is in Cairo, Egypt and finds a job on as a assistant editor on a newspaper. This book is inspirational, touching, and absorbing. Her struggles remind us how lucky we are to live in this time where segregation is not allowed and blatant racism is unacceptable by modern society. Every young woman should read her book because its inspirational and gives valuable advice without patronizing.
KSMG More than 1 year ago
The Heart of a Woman is about Angelou when she is in her early 30s. Her life was chaotic as a singer-dancer living in New York City. This is a story about a woman finding herself. Ms. Angelou describes her living conditions, being a mother to a son she must let family keep while she gets her feet on the ground, and a marriage to a man that ends. Ms. Angelou describes her involvement with the Harlem Writer Group. This leads Ms. Angelou to express herself through writing. This book deserves four thumbs up for the way Angelou describes her life. It could be easily read in a couple of days. It would appeal to men and women in different stages of life. Its central themes are the joys and burdens of being a black mother in America as the son she had at 16 finally grows into a man. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who is interested in the racial problems that the U.S. had and is still having since Martin Luther King and Malcolm X’s time.
MACCD More than 1 year ago
Nice book....&.....<...>
Guest More than 1 year ago
I felt that this is a marvelous Boook, at the bigining when she started wrinting, it wasn't easy for her but she never gave up. she is a caring mother and focused a lot about her son Guy well being. As a Teenager this book tought me a lot , it showed me that if you want something in life you have to go get it because it's not going to come to you.
Guest More than 1 year ago
After reading the fourth book of her biography, I think it is a cruel irony that a lot of the mistreatment, abuse and reproach she has suffered has been at the hands of black men. I was outraged at the scene of the 'palaver' and could not understand how an intelligent and brilliant, American woman agreed to go along with it, but the fact that she gave in to their 'recomendation' baffles my mind.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really loved this book because it was very inspiring. Maya lets us know that we can achieve anything if you put your mind in to it. This book was very inspirational.
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REST IN PEACE MS."ANGEL"OU
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Until I read it all! Grrreeeaaat!!! Ms Lisa, BIG Angelou fan.
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