The Blue Train To Heaven

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2923872The Blue Train To Heavenhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-blue-train-to-heaven-9781516383184/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2248165/46000eab-1e43-4887-a728-4e77c545fb19.jpg?v=638832913255530000MXNWes Writers and PublishersInStock/Ebooks/When a wealthy man commissions an elaborate coffin shaped like a train to carry him to heaven, it stirs more than curiosityit stirs questions. His younger brother, left behind to manage the arrangements, isnt sure if the train is a tribute to the mans life or to his ego.Set in a West African village and inspired by the real-life artistry of Ghanaian coffin makers, Blue Train to Heaven is a quietly powerful meditation on legacy, pride, and the strange ways we try to control the stories told about us after were gone.With spare, lyrical prose and surreal detail, this story asks: Is a final journey ever really final?Includes The Blue Train to Heaven and The Geegaws....2859876The Blue Train To Heaven00https://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-blue-train-to-heaven-9781516383184/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2248165/46000eab-1e43-4887-a728-4e77c545fb19.jpg?v=638832913255530000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20159781516383184_W3siaWQiOiI0ZTZiMmE1OS1iMDA4LTQ1NjMtOTg0ZS1jMjM5MTU0MDljNDIiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjAsImRpc2NvdW50IjowLCJzZWxsaW5nUHJpY2UiOjAsImluY2x1ZGVzVGF4Ijp0cnVlLCJwcmljZVR5cGUiOiJJcHAiLCJjdXJyZW5jeSI6Ik1YTiIsImZyb20iOiIyMDI0LTEyLTIyVDE4OjAwOjAwWiIsInJlZ2lvbiI6Ik1YIiwiaXNQcmVvcmRlciI6ZmFsc2V9XQ==9781516383184_This short story by Harvey captures the sibling rivalry of two brothers from Ghana. Join Elijah as he tells his story to a Reporter who is writing an article on an elaborate burial coffin.Under the backdrop of the wacky world of Ghana coffin makers, comes this tale of two brothers, Elijah and Ashong.Humor masks the subtle undertones of envy, jealousy, and mockery as Elijah tells the story of how his brother comes to be buried in the elaborate train coffin.Excerpt:Ha! Yes, my friend, you want to know what I thought of the train carrying Ashong to heaven.Oh, I dont know, he may be in heaven in the sky. I heard he said his prayers before he died. As his only brother, it was my duty to inspect whatever he was to be buried in whether pine box or big train. So Dede Nunu comes to mehim and his crafty men dress like train conductors and pull what looks like big chunks of blue sky to my house here. The whole village clucked and fluttered like guinea hens with their necks outstretched trying to get a good look. Ha! Then I heard a howl of laughter. Here comes the train with the caboose in front. In front! I said, Dede, I know Ashong loved the caboose on a train and a woman, but what is this? And youve painted everything the color of the sky.The Gewgaws tells the story from the point of view of one of the coffin makers. Paa Joe and Dede Nu Nu race to build Mr Ashong on of the finest coffins money can buy.Excerpt from The GewgawsMr. Ashong is not a stupid man. Near death, he thought of ways to line his pockets for the hereafter. Most of us carry to our graves a few shells and trinkets. Mr. Ashong was thinking of French Francs. He knew people would be coming from miles and miles away to see what could top Chief Okwonkos Skyline of Accra. Ashong quickly constructed several leaning Motel complexes and a large concession stand. He knew his Islam would not let him sell beer, so he sent a donation to Minister Oral Roberts and received a Certificate of Christianity by Fed-Ex. He renounced Islam that afternoon. Who would waste a fatwah on a dying man, he reasoned. He had the Council to pass a law that said the only food or drink to be consumed had to come from the Ashong concessions. Hah! That was a foolish law. Three days before March 15 (Ashong picked that day because his daughter had read to him on his sick bed the story of Julius Caesar), People began to assemble a few at a time. Before you could bat your eyes it was multitudes. Women in head wraps carried large pots of warm banana and coconut stew, pea soup, and lamb. Some brought their own goats to sell milk. The Christians roasted pigs over low burning coals. Ashongs men with sapling switches tried to enforce his law about what to eat.What law is that, that says you can only eat food from Ashongs boxes? people yelled. They threw hot peanut oil at Ashongs men, burning one on the nose. The goons retreated.(*_*)9781516383184_Dive into the fascinating world of Ghanaian coffin makers, renowned for their intricate burial boxes, in these captivating short stories.In "Blue Train to Heaven," a tale of sibling rivalry transcends even death itself. Join Elijah as he narrates his brother Ashongs remarkable journey to the afterlife to a curious reporter, who is documenting the world of these remarkable coffins. Humor veils the complex emotions of envy, jealousy, and mockery, all woven into the poignant narrative of how Ashong finds his final resting place within an extraordinary train-shaped coffin."The Gewgaws" offers a unique perspective from the rival coffin makers, Paa Joe and Dede Nu Nu. Witness their frantic race to craft the most exquisite coffin that money can buy for the enigmatic Mr. Ashong. As these talented artisans strive to outdo each other, the story unfolds with a mix of humor, craftsmanship, and a touch of competition that brings the world of Ghanaian coffin-making vividly to life.Excerpt From the Blue Train to HeavenHa! Yes, my friend, you want to know what I thought of the train carrying Ashong to heaven.Oh, I dont know, he may be in heaven in the sky. I heard he said his prayers before he died. As his only brother, it was my duty to inspect whatever he was to be buried in whether pine box or big train. So Dede Nunu comes to mehim and his crafty men dress like train conductors and pull what looks like big chunks of blue sky to my house here. The whole village clucked and fluttered like guinea hens with their necks outstretched trying to get a good look. Ha! Then I heard a howl of laughter. Here comes the train with the caboose in front. In front! I said, "Dede, I know Ashong loved the caboose on a train and a woman, but what is this? And youve painted everything the color of the sky."Excerpt from The GewgawsMr. Ashong is not a stupid man. Near death, he thought of ways to line his pockets for the hereafter. Most of us carry to our graves a few shells and trinkets. Mr. Ashong was thinking of French Francs. He knew people would be coming from miles and miles away to see what could top Chief Okwonkos Skyline of Accra. Ashong quickly constructed several leaning Motel complexes and a large concession stand. He knew his Islam would not let him sell beer, so he sent a donation to Minister Oral Roberts and received a Certificate of Christianity by Fed-Ex. He renounced Islam that afternoon. Who would waste a fatwah on a dying man, he reasoned. He had the Council to pass a law that said the only food or drink to be consumed had to come from the Ashong concessions. Hah! That was a foolish law. Three days before March 15 (Ashong picked that day because his daughter had read to him on his sick bed the story of Julius Caesar), People began to assemble a few at a time. Before you could bat your eyes it was multitudes. Women in head wraps carried large pots of warm banana and coconut stew, pea soup, and lamb. Some brought their own goats to sell milk. The Christians roasted pigs over low-burning coals. Ashongs men with sapling switches tried to enforce his law about what to eat."What law is that that says you can only eat food from Ashongs boxes?" people yelled. They threw hot peanut oil at Ashongs men, burning one on the nose. The goons retreated....9781516383184_Wes Writers and Publisherslibro_electonico_41906690-fb87-3bf0-8e32-b8f0428af230_9781516383184;9781516383184_9781516383184Charles HarveyInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/draft2digital_ipp-epub-e8a62cae-22f9-454e-89c9-3ca59f89d440.epub2015-08-15T00:00:00+00:00Wes Writers and Publishers