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Woman to Man
Lightning hits the roof,
shoves the knife, darkness,
deep in the walls.
They bleed light all over us
and your face, the fan, folds up,
so I won’t see how afraid
to be with me you are.
We don’t mix, even in bed,
where we keep ending up.
There’s no need to hide it:
you’re snow, I’m coal,
I’ve got the scars to prove it.
But open your mouth,
I’ll give you a taste of black
you won’t forget.
For a while, I’ll let it make you strong,
make your heart lion,
then I’ll take it back.
Y’all, this is a delicious book! If you like mystery/suspense/crimefiction, this is a novel for you. I am listening to Black Water Rising, by Attica Locke on audiobook and it is interrupting my sleep. Last night, I was lying in bed thinking, maybe I could get up and listen for one more hour. Granted, it is pretty risky, me endorsing a book a I haven’t even finished yet, but it’s so engaging, that for now, it is all I can think about. And I will confess, that the narrator of the audio book, Dion Graham, has a lovely voice. (And you know with that name- Dion – he is a true son of the south.) It feels like a southern gentleman is hiding in my iPod telling me a bedtime story. I should bake him a red velvet cake.
(Voice off screen interrupts: Don’t nobody care about the silky-smooth chocolate-dipped narrator, Tayari. Can you at least tell us what the doggone book is about?)
It’s set in Houston. (Did y’all know I used to live there?) It’s the story of Jay, a lawyer whose practice has devolved into ambulance chasing. He used to do loftier things, like represent people whose civil rights had been violated, but doing the right thing don’t pay the bills. Also, his wife is pregnant. Well, they sorta semi-witness a crime. The black union workers are going on strike– could shut the whole city down! Somebody is following him and he don’t know why. And what about the white lady that fished out the bayou, more dead than alive? And don’t forget Jay’s activist past, and the fact that when she was in college, the mayor was a radical.. shhh.. And her and Jay used have a little somethin going on!
I can’t tell you any more, because this is as far as I have gotten. But oooh, it’s good! And go read this dynamite essay where the Attica Locke tells you where she got the idea for this novel.
P.S. I get my audio books from audible.com. (I have a basic membership) But I believe this title is widely available at public libraries.
Monday night, I will have the pleasure of introducing Tiphanie Yanique at Greenlight Bookstore in Brooklyn. Tiphanie will read from her OMG-It’s-So-Good collection on stories, How To Escape From A Leper Colony. Afterwards, she and I will sit down for a Q&A session. We’re going to get down to the writerly nitty gritty.
Tiphanie is an amazing writer; she’s got talent to spare. You may remember when I first discovered her a couple of years ago when I stumbled upon her essay, “My Super Hero Secret.” I blogged about it and when I met her in person at Bread Loaf, we became instant friends.
I I hope you’ll come to Greenlight Books and hear Tiphanie. She’s the real thing.
Here’s what I said about her on the back of her book and I meant every word of it:
Tiphanie Yanique is a writer to watch. Although How to Escape from a Leper Colony is her debut, she writes with the wisdom and confidence of an old soul. The title story alone is worth the price of admission, but each of the stories contained in this gorgeous collection is clear-eyed, honest while still zinging with emotion. Tiphanie Yanique is blessed with an electric imagination, an expansive heart, and an unflinching gaze. I can’t wait to see what she does next. -Tayari Jones
I have been control-freaking my life lately in order to meet all my goals. I have been scheduling myself from when I wake up, until when I go to bed. I have been very disciplined, but sometimes things happen that you can’t plan for. Case in point: I was on my way to work– arms full of books and papers, trying to balance my umbrella– when I saw that someone had busted the windows out of my raggedy car and snatched my pathetic little radio. I just took my unhappy self back into the apartment and called the police and the Gecko.
On a cold miserable day like this, I need me some Kendra.
Kendra Clayton is the protagonist of the mystery series by Angela Henry. I love reading the adventures of a GED teacher who finds herself at the center of all the action in her Ohio hometown.
When I find myself stressing out and want to escape, this is exactly the type of book I like to curl up with. Angela’s books are sort of like the Sue Grafton alphabet series, but with a sister-girl touch. The other characters are delightful, too and there is just enough romance to keep it interesting.
Angela sent me the latest in the series, “Schooled in Lies.” I noticed that the cover was different than the others. From her blog I learned that her publisher had opted not to renew the series. Angela Henry is a determined and resilient as her characters. She published the latest book herself.
I have to go to work in a little while, but while I wait for the cops to show up, I am taking a little Kendra-break.
This is one of my favorties. An elegy for her sister
my sister Josephine
born in ’29
and dead these 15 years
who carried a book on every stroll.
when daddy was dying
she left the streets
and moved him back home
to tend him.
her pimp came too
her Diamond Dick
and they would take turns
a bible aloud through the house.
when you poem this
and you will, she would say
remember the Book of Job.
happy birthday and hope
to you Jospehine
one of the easts
may heaven be filled
with literate men
may they bed you
The poet Lucille Clifton says one should wish to celebrate, more than one should wish to be celebrated. So here she is, reading her poem, “Won’t You Celebrate With Me.”
I’ve just been made aware of the book, Poets on Place, by W.T. Pfefferle. To get these photos, WT drove over 20,000 miles in a motorhome to visit sixty-two writers in their homes. (Now that’s dedication.) The cover doesn’t do justice to the gorgeous photographs, so click to see a few of the photos here. If I had known about the scrumptious book before Christmas, you can bet I would have mentioned it to Mr. Claus. Well, there’s always Valentine’s Day– and you know who you are.
In Verse is a project that blends poetry with documentary photography. I wanted to bring your attention to “The Women of Troy” by Susan Sommers-Willet. Susan readers her poetry which is inspired by photographs of working-class women in Troy, New York. I have watched this video three times over the last three or four months. Each time I intended to blog about about it, but I wasn’t sure what to say.
The images are intense. I am labeling the video as NSFW, but not because they are sexually graphic, though there is a lot of skin. The photgraphs sort of give me the feeling that I am looking into people’s private lives and I am not sure if it’s okay for me to watch. Maybe this is why I have delayed posting. Susan is a wonderful poet, I dare you to listen and not be moved. My real question is about the images. Are they too much? Does it into “poverty porn”? Or does it matter who’s looking? It seems that this is the precious question of 2010.
The photos are part of a project called “Upstate Girls”. The artist’s statement is insightful and respectful. And when you look at the photos, you can tell that the people depicted must have a lot of trust in the people making the documentary. I’m on the line about these images. Still, I have to say that I can’t get them out of my head.
See for yourself.
There are so many good books nominated this year. Friends of the blog like Dwayne Betts, Camille Dungy, and Mitchell Douglass are up for awards. Other nominees include Atica Locke, Walter Mosely, Marlon James, and a whole bunch of other folks. (I have to say that it cracks me up that Steve Harvey’s how-to-catch-a-man book is nominated for “outstanding instructional literary work.” Ha!)
Here’s the whole list below:
Today I received my copy of Wench, the new novel by Dolen Perkins-Valdez. I really loved this book. (And what a gorgeous cover!)The novel is set at Tawawa House– an actual Ohio resort where white plantation owners vacationed with their enslaved mistresses.
I know that there are some readers who are very tired of the American fixation with slave mistresses. I know know where you are coming from. However, this novel is different. For one thing, Wench is the story of four women who are in the same situation. This is a wonderfully modern twist on the historical novel. The four-friend structure, a sly wink at Terry Mac, allows us to see how different women respond to the conundrum of sexual slavery. Never in all my reading have I ever seen enslaved mistresses talk to each other. (Their conversations will give you a lot to think about.)
One of my favorite scenes is when one of the women is saying how much she liked Tawawa House because “we can spend time with our men.” Another woman says, “You know he’s not your man, don’t you?” A Tawawa House, some women play house with their “master” while others plan escape.
This is a hard book to describe. After reading it, I feel weird using the word “mistress.” I feel like we need a whole new vocabulary. What do you call a woman who is in a sexual relationship with a man who can sell her kids if he feels like it? Are you a “mistress” if you travel to a resort vacation literally in chains? This book is not romantic, nor is it preachy. Dolen wrestles with the truth and doesn’t blink.
The most impressive aspect of this story is Dolen’s way of making you unsure of who is right, and who has the best idea. I read this novel is one greedy gulp. The intellectual in me was intrigued by the historical matter. The philosopher in me was roped in with questions about the nature of freedom and progress.
Finally, the part of me that curls up in a slanket, well she stayed up late at night reading because I just had to know what was going to happen next.