Under the Feet of Jesus

Helena María Viramontes is the acclaimed author of The Moths and Other Stories, Under the Feet of Jesus, and Their Dogs Came with Them; and the coeditor of two collections: Chicana (W)Rites: On Word and Film and Chicana Creativity and Criticism. She is the recipient of the Luis Leal Award and the John Dos Passos Award for Literature, and her short stories and essays have been widely anthologized and adopted for classroom use and university study. Viramontes lives in Ithaca, New York, where she is a professor in the Department of English at Cornell University.

Praise for Under the Feet of Jesus
 
Brilliantly executed...intense...exhibits a command of the potential magic inherent in the written word that most writers can only aspire to...a remarkable voice. Sunday Oregonian
 
Captivating...vivid. Orlando Sentinel
 
Lyrical...a compelling debut...Viramontes displays gifts of understanding and storytelling unusual for a first novel. Kirkus Reviews
 
A beautiful story...Her writing is tactile and sonorous, but there is something more...I wanted to meet Viramontes characters, squat down, and eat with them. Alfredo Vea, Jr., author of La Maravilla
 
Tempers a restrained fury at social injustice with lovely lyrical grace...Viramontes has a keen eye for finding beauty. Elle
 
Gives a fierce poetic voice to the lives of Piscadores in the California vineyards and orchards...Viramontes writes with an irresistible authority that compels our recognition and wonder. Judith Grossman, author of Her Own Terms
 
A literary feat and a powerful political statement. Seattle Times & Post-Intelligencer
 
A lyrical tale Viramontes images linger, and the book will linger for a while, too. Washington Post Book World

"A moving, heartbreaking tale of loss and survival." Julia Alvarez, author of How The García Girls Lost Their Accents and In the Time of the Butterflies

Stunning...blends lyricism, harsh realism and concern for social justice. Newsweek

The best literary fiction makes its villains out of situations rather than people, and finds its heroes not in noble victors but in the spirit of ordinary men and women. In this lyrical tale of a fruit-picking family in some nameless weedy place, there is no sadistic overseer, unless it is the pitiless sun, which sucks sweat and hope from laboring bodies. Viramontes's novel comes the closest of any yet to universalizing this appalling life. Joanne Omang, The Washington Post

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