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In 1901, the American author O. Henry coined the term to describe Honduras and neighbouring countries under economic exploitation by U.S. corporations, such as the United Fruit Company...

So it is a rather old neologism...

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by Frank Schnittger (mail Frankschnittger at hot male dotty communists) on Fri Nov 22nd, 2019 at 05:11:20 PM EST
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Previously posted references in this thread to US trade history with CENTRAL AMERICA. I surmise, you didn't read any.

O. Henry, momentarily Twain's contemporary, was a prolific US American writer of short stories--akin to homely parables--typically published in periodicals, magazines. "The Gift of the Magi" easily is the most well-worn title printed to elementary school syllabuses. The book Cabbages and Kings (1904) is a satirical reproduction of manifest destiny immediately concluding the Spanish American War (neologism: Philippine-American War). One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967) is a similar study of imperial factors (read: UK-English agents).

"Banana republic" is not a neologism. That phrase literally is but one among hundreds of descriptive fragments in the narration of an American company's governance of its "estate". I don't expect that you'll read it.

...Bernard Brannigan was the great merchant of Coralio. Besides his store, he maintained a train of pack mules, and carried on a lively trade with the interior towns and villages. He had married a native lady of high Castilian descent, but with a tinge of Indian brown showing through her olive cheek. The union of the Irish and the Spanish had produced, as it so often has, an offshoot of rare beauty and variety. They were very excellent people indeed, and the upper story of their house was ready to be placed at the service of Geddie and Paula as soon as he should make up his mind to speak about it.

By the time two hours were whiled away the consul tired of reading. The papers lay scattered about him on the gallery. Reclining there, he gazed dreamily out upon an Eden. A clump of banana plants interposed their broad shields between him and the sun. The gentle slope from the consulate to the sea was covered with the dark-green foliage of lemon-trees and orange-trees just bursting into bloom. A lagoon pierced the land like a dark, jagged crystal, and above it a pale ceiba-tree rose almost to the clouds. The waving cocoanut palms on the beach flared their decorative green leaves against the slate of an almost quiescent sea. His senses were cognizant of brilliant scarlets and ochres amid the vert of the coppice, of odours of fruit and bloom and the smoke from Chanca's clay oven under the calabash-tree; of the treble laughter of the native women in their huts, the song of the robin, the salt taste of the breeze, the diminuendo of the faint surf running along the shore--and, gradually, of a white speck, growing to a blur, that intruded itself upon the drab prospect of the sea....

Diversity is the key to economic and political evolution.
by Cat on Fri Nov 22nd, 2019 at 06:35:06 PM EST
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