<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Article on Zora Neale Hurston</title><link>https://www.zoranealehurston.com/resource_type/article/</link><description>Recent content in Article on Zora Neale Hurston</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-us</language><copyright>The Official Website of Zora Neale Hurston</copyright><lastBuildDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2018 22:33:19 -0400</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.zoranealehurston.com/resource_type/article/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>She Was the Party</title><link>https://www.zoranealehurston.com/resource/she-was-the-party-their-eyes-were-watching-god/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2018 22:33:19 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://www.zoranealehurston.com/resource/she-was-the-party-their-eyes-were-watching-god/</guid><description>by Valerie Boyd
Zora Neale Hurston knew how to make an entrance. On May 1, 1925, at a literary awards dinner sponsored by Opportunity magazine, the earthy Harlem newcomer turned heads and raised eyebrows as she claimed four awards: a second-place fiction prize for her short story &amp;ldquo;Spunk,&amp;rdquo; a second-place award in drama for her play Color Struck, and two honorable mentions.
The names of the writers who beat out Hurston for first place that night would soon be forgotten.</description></item></channel></rss>