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The Blue Sky
Galsan Tschinag
Eat Up!
Ruby Tandoh
  • 20 Jul–present: reading The Blue Sky
  • 15–16 Jul: read Sorrowland
  • 09–11 Jul: read Entangled Life
  • 21–24 Jun: read The Sympathizer
  • 17–20 Jun: read Funeral Diva
  • 11–12 Jun: read Cantoras
  • 02?–05 Jun: read The Three-Body Problem; wrote reflection
  • 01–02 Jun: read The Displaced
  • 28 May: wrote She Would Be King reflection
  • 21–26 May: read She Would Be King
  • 19–30 May: read The Fifth Season
  • Read YTD

    Sorrowland
    Rivers Solomon
    Entangled Life
    Merlin Sheldrake
    The Sympathizer
    Viet Thanh Nguyen
    Funeral Diva
    Pamela Sneed
    Cantoras
    Carolina de Robertis
    The Three-Body Problem
    Liu Cixin
    (trans. Ken Liu)
    The Displaced
    Viet Thanh Nguyen
    The Fifth Season
    N.K. Jemisin
    She Would Be King
    Wayétu Moore
    Gathering Moss: A Natural & Cultural History Of Mosses
    Robin Wall Kimmerer
    The Way Through The Woods
    Long Litt Woon
    What a Fish Knows
    Jonathan Balcome
    Negroland
    Margo Jefferson
    Amatka
    Karin Tidbeck
    The Beauty Of Your Face
    Sahar Mustafah
    Hild
    Nicola Griffith
    I'm Telling the Truth, But I'm Lying
    Bassey Ikpi
    Displacement
    Kiku Hughes
    Black Girl Unlimited
    Echo Brown
    Rosewater
    Tade Thompson
    Afrofuturism
    Ytasha L. Womack
    Another Brooklyn
    Jacqueline Woodson
    The Hundred-Year Walk
    Dawn Anahid MacKeen
    A Woman Is No Man
    Etaf Rum
    The Cloven Viscount
    Italo Calvino
    Blindspot
    Mahzarin R. Banaji & Anthony Greenwald (unfinished)

    Favorites

    Pachinko
    Min Jin Lee
    Invisible Cities
    Italo Calvino (trans. Weaver)
    An Unkindness of Ghosts
    Rivers Solomon
    Meditations
    Marcus Aurelius (trans. Hayes)
    Going Postal
    Terry Pratchett
    Wind, Sand and Stars
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (trans. Galantière)

    Reflections

    Sorrowland

    Rivers Solomon

    I'm a huge fan of Rivers Solomon's prior two works, An Unkindness of Ghosts and The Deep. They are threaded through with questions of remembering and forgetting within the African diaspora, cycles of oppression, and interrogations of gender. Sorrowland is no different, with the added dimension of the legacy of exploitation of Black people by medical institutions. Vern, a 15-year old albino Black intersex woman, escapes from a Black nationalist cult while seven months pregnant and must survive in the woods with her twin babies. Vern must protect her children, Feral and Howling, while avoiding the outside world until she can find someone she trusts outside the forest.

    It is quickly made clear that something was very, very wrong with her upbringing in Cainland, and that wrongness has taken root in Vern's body as well as her mind. Vern's body is a site of profound transformation and revelation. The gothic horror/sci-fi element really develops in the second half, where we come to understand the horrors of Cainland — and, by extension, the history they represent. I was morbidly fascinated by the grotesqueness that Vern encounters within herself and in those who threaten her loved ones. The results of medical experimentation on Black and brown bodies in our world may not have been so extreme, but they turn my stomach all the same... perhaps moreso because they were real.

    My experiences as a Black woman within the American healthcare system have not been physically traumatic (if you don't count the inherent violation of a Pap smear) but are always harrowing. I always go in wondering if my problem will be taken seriously, or if my body works the same as the bodies in literature. I recently had a medical procedure fail, and although the doctor was very pleasant about it, there's always a part of me that nags, was it even designed for you? I can only imagine this sense compounds for intersex people, who are vastly underrepresented in medical literature and misunderstood by the public. Reading Sorrowland made me uncomfortable, despairing, furious, forlorn. The misogyny of Cainland and of Black nationalist movements, the exploitation of Black bodies, the weight of centuries of murder and erasure of so many on this continent... Rivers Solomon's works always end on a hopeful note, but Sorrowland, like their other novels, makes you work for it.

    The Three-Body Problem

    Liu Cixin

    I am always intrigued by works that feature or center misanthropy. To what do authors across history, across cultures, attribute deep-seated hatred for one's fellow humans? Liu Cixin's Earth-Trisolaris Organization has its Adventist faction, which believes that humanity is too violent, too cruel, too crude to be spared. Other less extreme members still see Trisolarians (?) as a superior race that will save humanity. Many harbor religious feelings toward them. And many are the intellectual and social elite.

    Is this a commentary on wealth and status? The ETO recruits members through a VR game called Three Body—I read VR games as a luxury, which is a clear barrier to access. Among those who look past the surface and uncover deeper secrets, many do not believe the Trisolarians' arrival to Earth is a good thing; Ye Wenjie (I think?) said most of the "common" people who made it past the first phase were not ideologically aligned with the ETO. What is it about the elite that makes so many of them willing to betray humanity to an alien invasion? Is it a disconnect from nature? Ecological devastation is a common image throughout the novel, especially deforestation. Ennui? Lack of purpose makes several appearances too, often in the wealthy.

    This novel felt super surrealist at times (a thirty million-person living computer? tri-solar syzygy making everything go UP??) but it also got me wondering about the world of 2006 China in which Liu wrote. If this novel came out today, what would be different? What cultural currents are integral to The Three Body Problem as it is, and why is its misanthropy so timeless?

    She Would Be King

    Wayétu Moore

    This magical realist retelling of the founding of Liberia follows three people bound by fate: Gbessa, a Vai tribeswoman ostracized for her accursed birth; June Dey, a half-ghost born into bondage; and Norman Aragon, a keen boy raised as a science experiment rather than a son. The mid-nineteenth century is a time of turbulence and change, and sweeping forces bring June and Norman across the Atlantic to the burgeoning free Black colony of Morovia. Through all three characters, we come to know the forces at work in this growing community, including the governing (mostly-white) American Colonization Society to the illegal French slavers stalking the bush. The three join and separate over several years, but their courses always run close.

    Something I've noticed in many works of diaspora is the importance of mothers; She Would Be King is no different. Gbessa, June Dey, and Norman each has an intense relationship with their mother that informs their life experiences going forward. The absence of a mother figure (and for two of them, the trauma of her death) leaves these characters with deep scars that shape their personalities. The first-person tense is used sparingly by an ethereal narrator who is, herself, a mother. It reminds me somewhat of the main characters of The Deep by Rivers Solomon, the descendants of pregnant African people who died at the hands of the trans-Atlantic slave trade. I think for us, mothers are... everything. Without our mothers, where are we? Who are we? Mothers are living proof that we did not just appear here, with the burden of history and oppression squarely upon our shoulders. There is precedent for us.

    Another point that made me grit my teeth was the way that wealthy Black folks in Monrovia and the nearby communities just recreated the power structures of the nation they came from: they hold garden parties and worry about their kids marrying "proper" people and have house servants. One character even calls it out, saying she doesn't keep house servants precisely because it reminds her of America. This part I had little difficulty believing. I actually had similar feelings about Beyonce's Black Is King, specifically the music video for "MOOD 4 EVA," where Beyonce is shown living in luxury on a sprawling estate. Is that how we want to move forward? What do we gain from redoing it all with us on top, instead of creating something entirely new? Obviously, we've come very far since the 1850s, but we must always be wary of our tendency to reenact our trauma on others, to dehumanize others, to allow some semblance of power to make us "greater than."

    The story itself, despite a couple issues I felt with pacing, was incredible, too. Each of the three characters has a different sort of power that, in my opinion, represents a different trait of Black survival. The necessity for us throughout history to fight, to flee, and overall to endure is evident in their stories. There were several moments where I caught myself holding my breath or frowning or even on the brink of tears. Man. MAN. It's touched a lot of nerves that fire in me very often. It's definitely gonna be running through my head for a while.

    A Way Through the Woods: On Mushrooms and Mourning

    Long Litt Woon

    Long explores her journey through the woods of grief in the wake of her husband's sudden death. Unmoored in her adopted home country of Norway, she attends grief counseling and tries to connect with others around her to little avail. When she takes a beginner mushrooming course, however, a whole new side of the world is revealed to her.

    I enjoyed this as a series of essays that explore her parallel journeys into the realms of both grief and mushrooms. Within both the amateur and academic mushrooming communities, Woon finds not only friendship, but profound relationships and a new appreciation for the natural world. In her travels near and far, under leaf litter and nestled in tree roots, she discovers new meanings to life, death, gifts, and secrets. Reflections on the secrecy of prime mushroom spots hit home for me, as someone who has a couple places of my own. Also of interest were her descriptions of grief as something that changes us, that defines us whether we like it or not. I feel like the anecdotes within each section could have been somewhat better thematically connected — I think sometimes it felt a little disjointed, though thoroughly enjoyable. I can't believe Norway has a national mushrom inspector's exam! That's so cool! I definitely want to go mushroom hunting more this spring.

    A Woman Is No Man

    Etaf Rum

    Hmmm this book definitely wrecked me. It's about three generations of a conservative Palestinian family living in Brooklyn. So far, many of these multigenerational tales I've read are about overcoming past trauma and ultimately ... I dunno, moving forward toward a bright future of equity and confidence? And there's some of that. But even the hopeful notes in the ending scene couldn't take away the bitterness that lingered in my heart.

    That's not to say this is not a good book. Any book that can make me lose it like this one did is doing something right. At the heart is the misogyny and gender roles that dominate conservative/traditional families, and the ways in which all people who uphold those toxic traditions suffer. We see Isra, a plain woman who moves from Palestine to Brooklyn for an arranged marriage. There, she meets her mother-in-law Fareeda, whose iron grip on the household and internalized misogyny make Isra's life a living hell. At the same time, her husband Adam, overworked and underappreciated, hardly speaks to her and eventually becomes another abuser. In the present, we follow Isra's eldest daugher Deya as Fareeda tries to arrange a marriage for her while she just wants to go to college — something strictly forbidden to women under Fareeda's roof.

    Rum lifts the veil on the far-reaching consequences of misogyny and its roots in generational trauma. The almost fearful adherence to tradition, she ruminates, may be founded in the Nakba, the Israeli invasion of Palestine. After losing everything, those who fled the country (like Fareeda and her husband) were terrified of losing anymore of their identity; unfortunately, they clung to the most toxic aspects of it. Isra is mocked and shunned for being unable to bear sons, which drives her into a depression. Her disgraced husband and Fareeda's eldest son is overwhelmed by the expectations placed on him by his family and his community. As we catch snippets of the past, we watch Deya tossed about by forces decades in the making, beyond her control or understanding, and pray she will not go down the same self-destructive past as those before her.

    As I said, this story ends on a hopeful scene for Deya. But we've already seen her schoolmates and other adults who seem doomed to repeat the cycle. It makes me wonder how much the world has changed since the novel's 2008 setting, and if stories like this still lurk on the streets of Brooklyn and elsewhere.

    Ella Minnow Pea

    Mark Dunn

    I've always had a fascination with the written word, with letters and the infinite words into which they can be coaxed and prodded. I went into this novel expecting a lighthearted, whimsical story of letters and writing under restraint. I didn't expect a sideways commentary on censorship.

    Ella Minnow Pea is told through a series of notes and letters among the residents of the sovereign island of Nollop, named after the man who coined the famous pangram, "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog," immortalized in a monument in Nollop's capital. The community shun modern technology in favor of the sort of lifestyle Nollop would have led at the turn of the century. When the letters of the monument begin to fall, the governing Council decree that those fallen characters may no longer be used in speech or writing under threat of punishment or exile. As the available letters dwindle, the titular Ella, along with several others, try to hatch a plan to save Nollop and language as they know it.

    I was giggly and fuming in turns. It's kinda ridiculous! Forbidden letters? Sounds like a fourth-world shitpost. But it's also a critique of censorship and the way authoritarian governments restrict speech. In some parts of the world, words carry the weight of abduction and death, and on Nollop, letters become daggers to be twisted in your back as you are shoved off the pier. Rather than ideas, language itself is under threat, reminding me of Orwell's idea of vernacular as a discrete arm of propaganda campaigns. It makes me wonder about how language is treated in spaces around me: rather than letters being forbidden, languages can be dangerous. To be Othered because of your native language is something with which I and many others am all too familiar, although I profess I am fortunate — the Othering I have faced has not threatened my safety.

    EMP also speaks to the danger of authoritarian governments, and what happens when the government does not recognize or address the needs of its citizens. The cult-like draw of the government coupled with its grip on law enforcement results in a brainwashed minority and a terrified majority. The minority, of course, is as vulnerable to the vicissitudes of the government as anyone else, but they will pick away at the majority until they themselves are targeted. This novel, speaking to this age-old cycle, felt so familiar despite this being my first reading.

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