Maria Dawn and the Literature Scene in Madeira

I recall when I was a boy, and I used to have these (ill-)literate afternoons with my good friend Vítor. We would laugh our rears off making fun of Maria Dawn and some not so eminent youngsters of the Madeira literature scene. Yeah, you know these larger than life pseudo-intellectual teenagers who think because they can pick up a book and read some Dylan Thomas and write a few stanzas they're already better than the whole world. That was who I am.

And while I might still be a boy (at least according to the TAP hostess who checked me in this week), the teen years are long gone, and by now I no longer appreciate in such graphic detail the great tirades of Mr. Mammarella of the mighty Monumentum. The few spiritual catharsis I now have is when I listen to Mr. Thordendal playing the solo in Bleed or Marta Hugon singing River Man.

I still make fun of Maria Dawn though, and me and some friends actually thought of writing together with her a Madeira TV soap opera. It would be the Madeiran answer to the Continental Morangos com Açúcar. And we thought of calling it Tabaibos da Ribanceira.

You can think of it as a juvenile version of the infamous Homens de Passagem which Gatos Fedorentos covered last year.

We already had part of the plot worked out, but of course a lot of it would be changed under the supervision of Maria Dawn. This is probably a good time for thinking about that production, now that everyone is looking forward to seeing what will come of Corte do Norte. I wonder whether this will be a total adaptation of the novel Agustina did, including repeating the scenes just like she accidentally repeats some of the chapters, he he!

But seriously, I've actually come to be grateful for all the work Maria Dawn does in promoting some of the arts and literature that come out of Madeira. And it saddens me that I am no longer up-to-date on the Madeira literature scene as I was as a teenager.

So I paid particular attention when she was on the news last week claiming that the modern stuff by Madeiran writers is mediocre aside for the editions subsidized by the 500 Years of Funchal. Not so bad: turns out I haven't been missing much on this side of the Atlantic.

Which makes me think that we really have to unite our forces and get together for that Tabaibos da Ribanceira feat. I'm sure the 500 Years of Funchal Comission would be more than willing to sponsor such a venture!