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Kunapipi XXVI:1
PAUL SHARRAD
Cloth and Self-Definition in Jamaica Kincaid’s
The Autobiography of My Mother
Out of the 250 citations for Jamaica Kincaid in a database, apart from
basic book reviews, most entries refer to flowers and plants, some to
a creole voice, a few to mother-daughter relations, the obligatory pieces
on Wordsworth and Milton in relation to Lucy and one or two to the female
body. All these are perfectly reasonable pathways towards understanding
Kincaid’s writing, but I want to look at another, clearly uninspected
facet of her work. The slowly filling out photograph of a West Indian
woman in her finery of patterned skirt, plain blouse, scarf and headscarf
that provides the cover and chapter design in The Autobiography of
My Mother indicates, as Kincaid’s story ‘Biography of
a Dress’ suggests, that part of the quest for identity running through
her work is figured in terms of clothing.1 This should not be surprising,
since Kincaid was herself sent to work for the local dressmaker as a child
(Ferguson), something reflected in sections of her earlier work, At the
Bottom of the River; ‘Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them
on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the
clothesline to dry; … when buying cotton to make yourself a nice
blouse, be sure that it doesn’t have gum on it, because that way
it won’t hold up well after a wash’ (‘Girl’ 3);
‘so is my life to be like an apprenticeship in dressmaking, a thorny
path to carefully follow or avoid?’ (‘Wingless’ 23).2
Cloth and clothing remain important motifs in Kincaid’s other work
as well. In her paradoxical self-construction through autobiography that
is also a ‘self-exorcism’ (Ferguson 162) of confession and
self concealment in fictive distancing, the writer marks relationships
with dress. In Annie John, the girl narrator has a trunk under
her bed where her mother has stored all the embroidered covers and smocked
dresses of her first few years (20). Later however, Annie finds a bright
piece of cotton and suggests it would look good on both herself and her
mother, but is told, ‘Oh no. You are getting too old for that….
You just cannot go around the rest of your life looking like a little
me’ (26). She gets her dress, but her mother chooses another, and
whenever either are worn, Annie feels ‘bitterness and hatred, directed
not so much towards my mother as toward, I suppose, life in general’
(26). When Annie grows up and is about to leave Antigua for England, the
last thing she does is dress; she changes from ‘an around-the-yard
dress of my mother’s’ into a blue skirt and blouse (135).
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