Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Black Female Writers I Want to Be When I Grow Up

I started writing this post sometime after Maya Angelou passed.  It took putting my thoughts down to realize just how important she was to me.  I read I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings as an early teen.  My memories are unreliable and I cannot remember why I read it, but I know I wasn't supposed to, but I did anyway.  It would be an understatement to say it changed me.  There were parts of that book that affected me on a personal level -- aspects of a young Maya I recognized in myself, and not only with some of the subject matter, but in the fact that Maya was a young black woman just trying to make a way out of no way.  I have to say, in some ways, her memoirs were what inspired me to write...as cliché as that may sound.

Actually, when I was a child, I read a lot of books I wasn't supposed to read.  My mother was, and still is, an avid reader.  She often had popular paperbacks lying around the house.  I did not get I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings from my mother, but I am certain I read of it in one of the novels she had.  I do know I read every Terry McMillian novel published through the mid-1990s -- books I had no business reading because of their "adult themes."  My mother's favorite genre is "African American Urban Fiction"... or what you would find in the bookstore under the category "African American Fiction," regardless of content.  In fact, as a young person, I could probably list off every famous and popular black writer there was at the time, but if you ask me about Walt Whitman or Margaret Atwood, I would have no clue.  What I read exclusively until I was a freshman in college were books written by, for, and about Black women.

Recently, I've been inspired by the work of many other Black female writers (BFWs for short).  Even now that I do know who Walt Whitman and Margaret Atwood are, and have done much to study literature that goes beyond the inadequately termed label of "African American Fiction," I am still finding that I am most inspired by those in whose faces I see traces of myself.

Below are four BFWs giving me chills of inspiration (and envy) right now...or rather, "women I want to be when I am no longer a baby writer and I finally grow up."

1. ZZ Packer
I was introduced to ZZ Packer and her writing with the short story Brownies.  In fact, after I read Brownies, I immediately ordered "Drinking Coffee Elsewhere."  Brownies took me back to my childhood, to growing up in the south, to feeling swept up in something bigger than myself and realizing there is evil in everyone, even if its just a little.  As Julie Meyerson of The Guardian writes, "Something about Packer - her lack of pretension, her shy wit and spark - is infectious. You finish the book with a mad sense that, in writing, anything is possible. Dangerous, of course, because, like all great writers, Packer makes it look easy."

2. Danielle Evans
I randomly came across Danielle Evans while internet stalking Junot Diaz.  I wasn't really internet stalking him so much as I was researching ways of connecting with writers like him and came across links to a workshop he is associated with for writers of color.  Danielle Evans was listed as one of the authors who was participating in that workshop at the time, so I decided to start internet stalking her.  I am glad I did.  My favorite short story from her collection, "Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self" is Virgins.  I cannot express how much I love and, again, found myself in her characters.  As The New York Times says, “The most vivid characters in Danielle Evans’s story collection are in-betweeners: between girlhood and womanhood; between the black middle class and Ivy League privilege; between iffy boyfriends and those even less reliable; between an extended family and living on your own. To say they’re caught between worlds isn’t quite accurate, though; they tend to be hard-headed, sadder but wiser and, most of all, funny.”

3. Roxane Gay
To say this woman isn't a superstar is to deny that the sky is blue.  If you have not heard her name in the past year than you have been living on another planet, and even then I am sure inter-galactic communication has found traces of her name via some form of space Morse Code.  I literally read An Untamed State in twenty-four hours.  I came across this book while internet stalking John Green (I do a lot of internet stalking, don't judge) and met her via her Tumblr feed before ever reading any of her fiction or non-fiction.  I was so impressed by her as a human-being, I knew I would enjoy her writing.  I am part way through Bad Feminist and Ayiti, a collection of short stories.  I recommend all of it!

4. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
My short story instructor paired Chimamnda Ngozi Adichie's short story Jumping Monkey Hill with Donald Barthelme's Glass Mountain as examples of post-modern metafiction.  Since then, I have been slowly reading through other examples of her work, but as you can see from the link to her website, she is a busy woman and it is taking me some time.  I recently ordered Americanah and am looking forward to reading what the New York Times says is "witheringly trenchant and hugely empathetic, both worldly and geographically precise, a novel that holds the discomfiting realities of our times fearlessly before us. It never feels false."


I hope this post inspires you to pick up a story written by one of these talented women or any woman of color.  Diversity in literature matters.

 

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Road Trip Thursday?: Favorite Book in September

Road Trip Wednesday is a ‘Blog Carnival,’ where YA Highway's contributors post a weekly writing- or reading-related question that begs to be answered. In the comments, you can hop from destination to destination and get everybody's unique take on the topic.

This Week's Topic is: What was the best book you read in September?

Sooo...its not Wednesday, its Thursday, but I have been crazy busy recently and am just getting around to posting.  Once things settle down a bit, I plan on being a more diligent with my blog posts. 

Part of the reason why I haven't posted since last Thursday is because of exactly what I wrote about last Thursday, which was finding time to write.  Now as a student, I also have to find time to read.  The good thing about being a part of a writing master's program is that we get to read really good books.  For example, our class is reading A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan.  In between this book and the other short readings we are assigned, I haven't finished this yet.  But I can see why it was so highly acclaimed.
A Visit from the Goon Squad  
From Goodreads: NATIONAL BESTSELLER
National Book Critics Circle Award Winner
PEN/Faulkner Award Finalist
A New York Times Book Review Best Book

One of the Best Books of the Year:
 Boston Globe, Chicago Tribune, The Daily Beast, The Miami Herald, The Minneapolis Star-Tribune, Newsday, NPR's On Point, O, the Oprah Magazine, People, Publishers Weekly, Salon, San Francisco Chronicle, Seattle Times, Slate, Time, The Washington Post, and Village Voice

Bennie is an aging former punk rocker and record executive. Sasha is the passionate, troubled young woman he employs. Here Jennifer Egan brilliantly reveals their pasts, along with the inner lives of a host of other characters whose paths intersect with theirs. With music pulsing on every page, A Visit from the Goon Squad is a startling, exhilarating novel of self-destruction and redemption.


So far, I am loving this book.  I like how unconventional and fresh it is.  It throws traditional narrative out the window while still creating a structure that makes sense and that the reader can easily follow.  I like the fact that the book isn't about Bennie and Sasha, but then it is (I know that doesn't make sense, but go with it).  The story of Bennie and Sasha is told through the intersecting stories of several people from their past.  Sometimes their stories are in first person present tense, sometimes its in third person, sometimes its an article that character wrote about himself (with footnotes!), sometimes its in second person (!!!), but each mini-snippet is unique and helps to define the character that section is about and ultimately the character of Bennie and Sasha. 

I have always been a fan of the experimental and this is no exception.  I recommend it if you haven't read it already. 

What is your favorite book from September?

Friday, September 14, 2012

Just My-Shelf

Ever since I was a little kid I loved to read.  I remember coming home from school, taking off my pants (because I hate pants, clingy little buggers), lying around in my underwear reading or watching Reading Rainbow.  I ended up marrying a man who owned more books and CDs than clothes and so our old apartment was a giant bookshelf with two couches and a TV.

Inspired by this post at real actual hilary by way of the YA Highway, I thought I would share with you all my book shelveseseses...since there are six of them in my house (full disclosure, one of those shelves is dedicated to my husband's extensive CD collection/Wii game storage/DVDs/junk...so I will spare you the photos of all of that for fear that you will indeed judge us and never want to visit...and trust me...a visit to Stroleman Manor is awesome, we have a Tempurpedic guest bed and I can make a mean monkey bread!)

We bought our house in 2010 and one of the most important things on our "must have" list was a room for all our books.  After we got in the house, we set up our library/office and then...there were still books left over...so we have four rooms in our home with at least one book shelf in it.

These are our office shelves


And these are the shelves in both our guestrooms (unedited, crap and all) 

Gosh, with it all together like this, I feel really nerdy!  If DH and I ever end up missing, look for us underneath one of these shelves.  We have so many books, we even used them as table centerpieces at our wedding.
NERDS!

Friday, September 7, 2012

So FREAKING Excited!

Short post today because I don't want to admit how lame I am.  I JUST realized that the movie version of one of my FAVORITE books is coming out on September 21.  That's two weeks ya'll!

Me.  Right. Now.
 

The Perks of Being a Wallflower.  Check out the trailer!
 

YAY!  Now...how do I convince DH to take me to see it?  Especially since I've been neglecting his desire to go see The Campaign (Will Ferrell and Zak Galifianakis...I SO want to see that, but just haven't made the time to go).  Maybe if I let him off the hook when Breaking Dawn Dos comes out?  

Nah...he must suffer!  He got away with missing The Hunger Games, he has to make up for it!  He's been chilling in the basement streaming episodes of Breaking Bad for way too long.  I got to stop the testosterone surge before someone gets hurt or he starts dealing meth.

Have any of you read The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky?  If so, what did you think?  Are you as excited about the movie as much as I am?  Am I lame because I also want to see Breaking Dawn Dos (Twilight)?  You don't have to answer that.  I know, I am a little lame for that, but...I sort of can't help myself...
 
Hermione, girl, I know!

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Road Trip Wednesdays: Favorite Required Reading!


Road Trip Wednesday is a ‘Blog Carnival,’ where YA Highway's contributors post a weekly writing- or reading-related question that begs to be answered. In the comments, you can hop from destination to destination and get everybody's unique take on the topic.
This Week's Topic is: Back to school time! What's your favorite book that you had to read for a class?
 
Hola (that's from 7th grade Espanol Uno)!  Sorry I have been incognegro for a few days.  I wish I could say it's because I am recuperating from a wild Labor Day Holiday trip down in the Big Easy.  But, sadly we never made it.  Issac owes me BIG TIME!  Although, we definitely made up for it!  I promise not to only post on Wednesdays and will definitely make it up to you all (all 13 of you ;).

Let's hop to this weeks RTW!  I alluded to 7th grade Espanol, however, I am going to take this week's RTW back to college...mainly because everything I read in middle school and high school is pretty much a blur to me.  
 
I was an English Lit major at the University of Maryland in College Park (GO TERPS!) and if there was one book I remember, still go to, and turned my head around, upside down, inside out, it was Cane by Jean Toomer.
 
From GoodreadsA literary masterpiece of the Harlem Renaissance, Cane is a powerful work of innovative fiction evoking black life in the South. The sketches, poems, and stories of black rural and urban life that make up Cane are rich in imagery. Visions of smoke, sugarcane, dusk, and flame permeate the Southern landscape: the Northern world is pictured as a harsher reality of asphalt streets. Impressionistic, sometimes surrealistic, the pieces are redolent of nature and Africa, with sensuous appeals to eye and ear.
 
This book was assigned to me in a course I took on the Harlem Renaissance.  I immediately fell in love with it.  I related to it in a way that I wasn't truly prepared for because, although I wanted to write back then, I didn't know that writing like this existed.  This book was almost like a gift from a ghost, as if someone...an ancestor maybe...reached down and put this book in my hands to remind me of where I came from.  
 
I grew up on a dirt road, in the south in the 80s and 90s and I felt like Jean Toomer took me out of the "city" (well, it was pretty city to me) of College Park, MD back home to rural Ashland, VA, where cows roamed around on the farm across the street from my high school.  Although this book was a reflection of a time that I could never and would never truly understand because of my privileged circumstance of being born when I was, the time period depicted in this novel (if it can truly be called that) did not matter, because ultimately the vignettes, the poems, the spirituals, were about the people, not necessarily the place or the time.  And, I knew these people.  They were alive and vivid to me because they were my family, they were the people that went to my church, they were part of the stories I thought of every time I thought about home.   
 
I am not saying the book is not without its faults.  I am quite partial to the first half of the novel.  It is also quite complicated and generally it takes much interpretation and sometimes complete mind-bending to understand much of it.  However, what I also fell in love with was the mix of genres that is the base of the book's structure.  This, again, is a reflection of who I was at the time I read it.  I prided myself on being a poet, you see.  I still think of myself that way, but I am now into using poetic elements in my fiction that I think will enhance the prose.  I don't really write poetry anymore, although I miss it.  However, if I were so bold, I would write something like this...avant garde, original, complex, and so utterly soulful that it even includes negro spirituals.  And like Toomer, I would probably confuse the hell out of anyone who read it.
 
I don't think I can recommend this book to everyone.  It's not for everyone.  It's not the type of book you pick up and are thoroughly entertained.  
 
It's the type of book you pick up to examine.  
 
It's the type of book you get a highlighter out, draw boxes around sentences, underline passages, dog ear, and repeat lines of over and over until you think you have figured out what he is talking about (isn't that why they gave us required reading in the first place?).
 
It is the kind of book that will make you want to read Langston Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston, Nella Larson, and W.E.B DuBois. 
 
 It's the type of book that will make you want to eat some fat back, watch dusts of red clay billow down a dirt road, or listen to some jazz.  
 
For me, it's the type of book that makes me want to write and I pick it up every now and then (like now it is actually sitting on my desk) to remind me what character means to any piece of work, whether it is fiction, poetry, songwriting, or whatever the hell else you want to write about.  Because it's that type of book too: that throws conventional rules of structure out the door to create one giant piece of just plain old art
 
This book...it ain't for the average folk.
 
Alice Walker said of Cane, “It has been reverberating in me to an astonishing degree. I love it passionately, could not possibly exist without it.”  
 
I couldn't have said it better myself.

Friday, August 31, 2012

Retraction: August Favorite...Sorry Folks, I Changed My Mind!


Noughts & Crosses
I have to take back my last post.  If I had waited just one more day to finish this book, I wouldn't be such a hypocrite.  But, damn it, once I started, it could not wait.  It's still August people and this is my favorite book of August.  And it may stay my favorite book for a really long time...

Ya'll, I am in love.  Not the happy-go-lucky forever type love, but the kind of love that rips your soul apart so bad you will never be the same again.  I am in love with a book that has broken my heart and I don't know what to do with myself.  I don't even know why.  The writing was simple, the theme nothing that I had never thought about before...nothing any African American has not thought about before...and the chapters were short and rushed, but that's a YA novel for you.  But, this one...this is much more than a YA novel.  This is heartache on a white page in black ink.  This book is what I wish I could write.  This book had my head, my heart, my insides all turned upside down.  This book had me doing something I haven't done in a while, not since I finished The Fault in Our Stars. This book...made me cry ya'll.

Noughts and Crosses by Marjorie Blackman

From Goodreads: Two young people are forced to make a stand in this thought-provoking look at racism and prejudice in an alternate society.

Sephy is a Cross -- a member of the dark-skinned ruling class. Callum is a Nought -- a “colourless” member of the underclass who were once slaves to the Crosses. The two have been friends since early childhood, but that’s as far as it can go. In their world, Noughts and Crosses simply don’t mix. Against a background of prejudice and distrust, intensely highlighted by violent terrorist activity, a romance builds between Sephy and Callum -- a romance that is to lead both of them into terrible danger. Can they possibly find a way to be together?

In this gripping, stimulating and totally absorbing novel, black and white are right and wrong.


Oh.  My.  Lord!

What I am going to point out first are the things I did not like about the book.  The reason I want to point these things out first is because, in the grand scheme of things, they don't matter.  This wasn't written for me.  I am a 30-something-year-old woman who just happens to be pretending she is a 17-year-old and reading books made for kids.  My main critique is with how simple the writing is.  But, any critique that can be made about the reading level is ridiculous.  It was written for 12-year-olds and up.  There is not much depth with respect to the language itself.  The chapters are short and often feel rushed but that is generally the standard for books geared towards this audience with their reading level and comprehension abilities in mind.  

But, in being an adult reader, I picked up on what wasn't said.  I was able to pick between the words on the page and grab the feelings there like something precious that fell down a hole, just because it wasn't there right in front of me, didn't mean it wasn't down there and that I could not get it.  I had to reach for it.  I liked that.  Marjorie Blackman's restraint was just enough to help me understand exactly what I was reading without feeling as though there was something missing.  She had to be simple to get the message across to her intended audience and as an adult reader, it was my duty to interpret beyond that, pick up the nuisances between the words and determine the feelings there even though it wasn't explicitly stated.  And I felt it, believe me, every thing that the characters didn't say, because they didn't have to.  I felt all of it.

Now, I am going to tell you what I did like...no love...about this book:

Race Matters: It wasn't just about race yet it was all about race.  Imagine apartheid in its reverse and that is what you have here.  Its an allegory on how race essentially does not matter, that human nature is what determines our fundamental desire to control and rebel against said control.  When flipping racial power structure on its head like this it isn't hard to grasp how simple things could have been reversed...where blacks weren't enslaved, but did the enslaving, where the standard of beauty is based on African features instead of European, where even something as simple as a band-aid doesn't come in the standard pink like it does now, but in dark brown...and that if our world was changed in this way, it would not have been any better on either side.

That's easy to say now, however, because my life, albeit not entirely free of racism, was nothing compared to what it could have been if I was born in another time.  I also just finished a book called Mudbound that was based in the Mississippi Delta right after WWII in the 1940s.  I think my quota for reading racially charged literature this year has been met between these two books, for sure.  After reading that book and seeing what happened to the black characters who are victims in the Jim Crow South and then reading Noughts and Crosses has been an experiment in tolerance for me.  I can't say I recommend reading both novels this way, one after the other, but if you get an opportunity to, try it and tell me how you feel afterwards.

Adult Themes:  Although this book was written with a teen audience in mind, the subject matter is not solely for young adults.  This book covers it all from sex, to violence, to alcoholism, to racism, to religion...and everything in between.

Tragedy:  Lastly, I will say that I was turned upside down at the end.  I'm going to try not to spoil it, but it doesn't end like your typical YA novel.  This book has Shakespearean levels of tragedy.  So much so that the story was adapted for the Royal Shakespeare Company.  

 This is the first in a series of three books plus a novella and the first time I've read a book in a series where I am not interested in reading the follow up novels.  This story ends so tragically that I don't think I would be able to take any more heartache.  I love the characters that much.  I may start off with a sample of the follow up book...see how I feel, if I can really handle it, and then go from there.

Another note, Noughts and Crosses was published under the title Black and White in America, so if you can't find it under its original title, look for it under this other one.  According to Wikipedia, as the book was published in 2002, it wasn't released in America because of themes relating to terrorism which was a sensitive topic following the 9/11 attacks.  It wasn't released in this country until 2005.  I am not sure as to the reason for the title change, probably because they couldn't call it "Tics and Tacs" or "Hugs and Kisses"...so what else could the title be?

So, people, I am sorry to go back on my former post.  I still like that book too and I still recommend it.  But this here...this is different...this is love, pure but not so simple.  Please read it...please...please...please...

I LOVE YOU CALLUM!

 

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Road Trip Wednesday: Best Book I've Read this August

 
Road Trip Wednesday is a ‘Blog Carnival,’ where YA Highway's contributors post a weekly writing- or reading-related question that begs to be answered. In the comments, you can hop from destination to destination and get everybody's unique take on the topic.

This Week's Topic is: What was the best book you read in August?

I can't front, I'm super happy the summer is over!  I am not a teacher nor am I a traditional student, so the summer means nothing to me but going to work dressed for the 100 degree weather outside and then sitting inside my 50 degree office freezing all day.  That's it!  I'm old!  

But, I have done a buttload of reading this summer, definitely!  
I think what I'm about to reveal about myself here is very telling about my character.  What a person chooses to read says so much about them and, in many ways, is as personal as it gets.  I tell myself when I read young adult literature (and I am strongly on the side of "adult" in age than the than "young") that I am reading for "craft" or to get a feel for the genre, but EF IT, I just like young adult books.  They are fun, less depressing than adult literature or complicated for the sake of being complicated, and they make me darn happy. So, sue me!  I like what I like. 

Recently, however, I've been reading more books that could be categorized as New Adult or Young Adult Mature because there is many a hooking up going on and lets face it, I read for entertainment purposes and I immensely enjoy reading love scenes.  August, however, has been dedicated more to a certain author instead of a particular book, since I have read all of her books over the last few weeks and that is Tammara Webber.
 
 From Goodreads: A girl who believes trust can be misplaced, promises are made to be broken, and loyalty is an illusion. A boy who believes truth is relative, lies can mask unbearable pain, and guilt is eternal. Will what they find in each other validate their conclusions, or disprove them all?

What I liked about this book: I think the way she writes is effortless, realistic, and the dialogue (especially between the main character and her friends) is funny and natural.  Recently, especially with a few books I have read that have been promoted by several websites as New Adult or Young Adult Mature, I find myself liking the story, but hating the writing so much that I feel like I get dumber with every word on the page.  I haven't figured out why this keeps happening, but that's the subject of another post and not the case here.  

I also appreciated the protagonist's journey and how she changed from someone willing to accept what happened to her with silence to someone who literally fought back for herself.  The story drew me in immediately and I was sad when I was done, the hallmark of a good book for me.
 
enjoyed this book so much that I promptly downloaded the rest of her books, the Between the Lines Series, because I am a stalker like that.  I liked those as well and recommend them all.

What about you?  What's your favorite August (or summer) read?