<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Zora Neale Hurston on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/zora-neale-hurston/</link><description>Recent content in Zora Neale Hurston on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/zora-neale-hurston/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Zora Neale Hurston Books: Lost for Decades, Essential Forever</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/ideas/zora-neale-hurston-books/</link><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/ideas/zora-neale-hurston-books/</guid><description>&lt;p>There was a man who came into my shop on Ninth Street sometime in the mid-nineties. He was in his sixties, a retired postal worker, and he&amp;rsquo;d been coming in every few months for years. He read broadly and without a plan, which I&amp;rsquo;ve always considered a sign of a healthy reading life. That afternoon he picked up a copy of &lt;em>Their Eyes Were Watching God&lt;/em> off the table where I kept the books I was pushing that week, turned it over, read the back, and said: &amp;ldquo;Who is this?&amp;rdquo; I told him. He said, &amp;ldquo;How come I&amp;rsquo;ve never heard of her?&amp;rdquo; I didn&amp;rsquo;t have a short answer for that. I told him to buy the book and come back when he&amp;rsquo;d finished it.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>