It was upon arriving at the El Rancho hotel this Wednesday, November 12, that I understood why Dominique had been calling me so insistently to know where I was. I was stuck in a traffic jam with Eyide Davidson Latortue, a photographer. When I arrived, the room was empty. Yet I had asked Joubert Joseph to cover the event. Fortunately, Elien Pierre was already on site. We had barely begun when I entered the room.
There was a time when the announcement of the Henri Deschamps Prize brought together writers, poets, playwrights, journali
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