{"id":793,"date":"2020-11-17T15:15:46","date_gmt":"2020-11-17T15:15:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eratoioannou.com\/?page_id=793"},"modified":"2020-12-31T07:27:53","modified_gmt":"2020-12-31T07:27:53","slug":"not-in-the-ornamental-teapot","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/eratoioannou.com\/?page_id=793","title":{"rendered":"Not in the Ornamental Teapot"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Not in the Ornamental Teapot
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Short Story Collection<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Room for Art (Nicosia, 2020)<\/span><\/p>\n

Not in the Ornamental Teapot is a masterful reimagining of woman. Strong-minded and surprisingly audacious heroines challenge and deconstruct the roles assigned to them by dominant narratives and preconceptions. Voices of older women, which have been traditionally neglected in literature, are granted with space and freedom to articulate their stories. In spite of the traumas inflicted upon them [or because of them] these quiet matriarchs rise to protect what they hold holy\u2014family, home, love.<\/span><\/p>\n

Purchase<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n

Reviews<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Voices of the island\u2019s past<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By Alix Norman, Cyprus Mail, December 14, 2020<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Looking into the past can help form our view of today and of the future says one local author short listed for a Commonwealth prize.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t be deceived by the title. Not in the Ornamental Teapot is a book that is all about Cyprus, about its hurts and its fights, its fears and triumphs. It\u2019s about the people and the past: about a refusal to accept one\u2019s lot, the changing times, and a coming of age. And yes, it\u2019s also, about a teapot. (But we\u2019ll come to that later\u2026)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unlike the heavy academic tomes which detail the island\u2019s factual past, the four stories of Not in the Ornamental Teapot are a work of fiction; a snapshot of emotions, characters and situations. Each brief tale is absorbing and quick to read \u2013 though each will stay with you long after you\u2019ve closed the pages. Especially \u2018Deserted\u2019, a tale so transcendent, so haunting, that it was shortlisted for the prestigious Commonwealth Short Story Prize\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018In a matter of hours, the city bled them all out. All of them: the grocers, the teachers, the restaurateurs, and the shop-owners; the hoteliers, the garbage collectors, the housewives, the bank clerks, and the civil servants. The tourists got up from their sunbeds and went back home, over the sea, to safety. Foreign government officials and expatriates had fled days before. Someone must have whispered in their ears that, soon, paratroopers would hang from the bluest summer sky. Even though there was no official call for evacuation, Varosi was draining. They all drove off, reassuring themselves they\u2019d be back soon. Door keys were slipped under flower pots, back doors were left ajar, lights on the front veranda were forgotten. Anna\u2019s mind was made up. Eighty full years she\u2019d lived in Varosi. She wasn\u2019t going anywhere. Let everyone leave. And let whoever was coming, come. She\u2019d be ready for them.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So real, so sincere is \u2018Deserted\u2019, one feels the author herself must have lived through the invasion. Perhaps she was Anna\u2019s granddaughter in the tale, begging \u2018Yiayia, please come,\u2019 as the rest of the family prepare to abandon their home? But no, says author Erato Ioannou: the tale \u2013 like her other short pieces \u2013 stems from \u201cstories I\u2019ve heard, things I\u2019ve read or seen on video.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI was born after the invasion,\u201d explains the 42-year-old. \u201cBut it\u2019s like the writers of my generation have inherited this narrative, this trauma of the invasion, and we\u2019re trying to make sense of our collective past. I firmly believe that the stories we read, the ones we hear, our everyday experiences \u2013 from the very small and insignificant to our philosophies about life \u2013 end up in our writing. It\u2019s inevitable. My characters\u2019 experiences, their thoughts, their dark secrets, their pain, their anger, their loathing; all go through me. And with \u2018Deserted\u2019, I was trying to get into the psyche of a person who had to abandon everything and leave their home\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anna, of course, doesn\u2019t leave. Despite her age and infirmity, her need for medicine and inability to defend herself, she remains in her home, watching as the town empties overnight. At first, she\u2019s sure her family will return: \u201cYou will be back on Sunday for lunch,\u201d she tells her granddaughter. \u201cI\u2019ll make roast lamb and potatoes.\u201d But the weekend comes, and nobody appears. \u201cI\u2019m not dying a refugee in some other place,\u201d she asserts, reaffirming her decision. But nevertheless, she digs herself a shallow grave in her garden, underneath her beloved rose bushes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To find out Anna\u2019s fate, you\u2019ll have to read the entire story. And then you\u2019ll find yourself enjoying the next and the next, because each of the four tales is just as gripping. Here, in the pages of Not in The Ornamental Teapot, the island\u2019s past, the losses and its yearnings of its people, come to life through the eyes of protagonists just as headstrong, just as determined as Anna\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s the elderly woman who spends her entire life asserting that her husband \u2013 her tall, blonde, blue-eyed husband who charmed the film stars visiting Famagusta \u2013 was not killed in 1974 but instead had run off to live in America with Elizabeth Taylor. Even when, decades later, she is confronted with evidence of his death, she refuses to believe he is dead; all that has sustained her though the lonely years of hardship is her anger at his errant ways. And she can\u2019t let that go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s the denizen of back-street Nicosia, who watches with hooded eyes as foreigners take over her beloved neighbourhood. And, from deep in the past, we get the story of a young girl raised as a boy; because, as her mother says, \u201cThis is a world of man. A woman is born to be owned \u2013 first by her father, then by her husband, and always by God.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Powerful, moving, and relevant, Erato\u2019s stories are \u201can exploration, an attempt to understand ourselves, our immediate and not so immediate surroundings. What came before shapes who we are today both at a collective and at a personal level. The past moulds our personalities and our identities; it\u2019s inescapable, really \u2013 the luggage we carry, sometimes unbeknownst to us. For some the weight can be unbearable, traumatic. Others may not even be consciously aware of it. I think, with me, the desire to understand the past stems from a desire to comprehend the present and be able to look into the future.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And in that, she suggests, the fictional perspective on history can be just as important as the factual. \u201cHistory books focus on fact; memoirs are personal. But while fiction draws from history, personal stories, everyday events, delve into the centre of all, into the human psyche\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As time runs out for Anna, she searches for her pills. She opens the fridge, the cabinet, and then \u2013 so great is her anxiety \u2013 she looks in the ornamental teapot. Of course her pills are not there, but the moment of desperation is eminently relatable. And through the writing of just such instances, Erato \u201ctransforms a very personal or a very local story into a work of art that addresses issues that are universal; plunging into the psyches of characters of those long gone but whose \u201cinnermost thoughts, feelings, and minute concerns, still speak to us today.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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