Earlier this year, I resolved to take a closer look at the graphic novels and poetry collections accumulating on my library “saved lists” and my digital TBR “shelves”. Those lists have lengthened rather than shortened, but there’s been plenty of good reading along the way.
In Just So Happens by Fumio Obata (2014), Yumiko is a graphic novelist working in London UK, who returns to Japan after receiving some family news. Through the ritual of Noh drama, she comes to some realisations about love and loss. Obata lectures in illustration and in this interview discusses the use of colour and the influence of French comic culture in his use of larger panels which forced him to create consistently complex scenes. When Fumio Obata discusses the distinction between the commercial-art sector of manga and high art, and how much notice creators receive in each sector, it reminded me of debates here over the terms ‘comics’ and ‘graphic novels’.
This year, I also finished Masami Tsuda’s lengthy manga series, Kare Kano, which is about a young woman named Yukino and her soulmate Soichiro, who meet when they’re teenagers and grow closer over time. Some volumes are dedicated more to her story, some to his. With each “chapter” in a volume, there are a couple of panels in which the author talks about her life and her creative process. Sometimes she draws little pictures of all her favourite things, like lotions or teas, and other times she talks about how she decided to change part of a story, or in this case, how she felt about nearing the end of her time with these characters. There are reading and listening suggestions and she reminisces about her own favourite anime (one was based on Anne of Green Gables).
In Kamau Brathwaite’s Born to Slow Horses (2005), there is an excerpt of correspondence with Cyril Dabydeem, which also looks back to literary ancestors. “I like Wole Soyinka’s idea too: ‘I am [a] writer and therefore an explorer. My immediate tribe remains the tribe of explorers.’” This volume of his writing did not include the kind of supplementary material that I have found helpful to appreciate his view of the world, so I just let it wash over me, which is probably not quite what he means with his concept of tideologies, but maybe it’s not too far off either!
In one of my favourite reads last year, How the Word Is Passed (2021), Clint Smith writes about his own creative process: “I spent hours poring over both the voice and the form of my poems, revising, rearranging, adding, and deleting, until there were dozens of iterations of every stanza, every line. I thought of how seriously I took the craft. I thought of how all my work, even in response to violence, stemmed from a place of love—a love of my community, a love of my family, a love of my partner, a love of those hoping to build a better world than the one we live in.”
Was it Clint Smith’s book or Fred D’Aguiar’s memoir, Year of Plagues (2021) that brought Grace Nichols into my stack? One of those introduced me to I Is a Long Memoried Woman (1983). The poems remind me of Olive Senior (for their quintessential Caribbean flavour) and Langston Hughes (for their shape and something kind of dreamy). What stands out about the specific copy of the book, however, is the enthusiastic marginalia: someone discovered this collection and loved it HARD (in term of their affections and the density of their pencil lead).
In The Fat Black Woman’s Poems (1984), Nichols writes about resistance and language, but includes a poem about wandering the supermarket aisles paralyzed by choice. Asana and the Animals: A Book of Pet Poems (1997) turned out to be a children’s book (well, yes, I might have guessed) illustrated in warm, bright drawings by Sarah Adams. At first, when it arrived, I tucked it into a corner near the other library books, where its larger format could lean against the wall, and I expected it would stay there, untouched, until I returned it with the others to the library. A few weeks later, I chuckled over a few of the poems, and then read a few each night for awhile, when the news was sorrow-soaked and I couldn’t concentrate on other printed pages.
Ironically, that was also the correct mood to enjoy Britteney Black Rose Kapri’s Black Queer Hoe (2018). These are poems to imagine being performed: it’s all about her voice. The opening piece serves as an introduction, and feels like a prose poem, there are some innovative forms (one which is mostly a strikethrough that provokes questions about how anger is subsumed to construct a point for a particular listener), even a haiku. There’s also an enthusiastic blurb by Samantha Irby! “…all these poems is my sons. i create space for marginalized youth to counter the narrative being forced upon them. i also punt toddlers for crying on airplanes.”
Speaking of airplanes, I was very excited to read James Hannaham’s Pilot Imposter (2021) because I absolutely LOVED his novel Delicious Foods. But it turns out, that’s like loving Téju Cole’s Open City (and I did love it, too!) and then discovering that none of his other books are quite like that: the thing to love about these writers is the way their minds hum, because it’s hard to predict what they’ll publish next.
Pilot Imposter is a mixed narrative that I bounced off repeatedly, until I started thinking about it as poetry, even though it looks like a glossy-paged, photograph-dotted, collection of short stories. Sometimes a segment left me pensive and slightly melancholic: “How much of a chance does this piece of writing have to last? How long will any piece of writing last? Will the desire to keep writing alive ever fuel the desire to keep each other alive?” Other times I felt moved and comforted: “Instead we discovered, to our delight, that we had always been near to each other without knowing, possibly making our way toward each other, maybe subconsciously. In either of our histories, I can’t think of a more significant irrelevance.”
Hannaham has some observations about poetry that made me smile, given my efforts to read more poetry this year. “We take the worst, least serious poet seriously if he tries hard enough. We honor him for even bothering.” This year, I have been taking time with short works, allowing them to sink in, while I sit quietly with a cup of tea and focus on a single page rather than turning pages.
After a year of abundant page-turning in 2021, this is something of a relief and a balm. But it turns out, poetry might have more concrete applications than I realised: “Maybe someone has written a poem that can wash your dishes. […] Assuming that a poet could write verse that performs household chores, and could see his words for that purpose, why would he do anything else?”
What plans did you make for reading this year that you’re reconsidering now that the year is drawing to a close?
Well my big plan for 2022 was to read more North American Black and Indigenous writing and although I’m falling behind my one a month schedule, that has been an ultra-rewarding experience, with maybe Nalo Hopkinson at the top of the list. I haven’t found a First Nations writer with her power. Maybe next year we should save up and send each other one impossible otherwise to obtain physical book.
I don’t have your great interest in how other writers work and there just aren’t enough hours in the day/week/year for me anyway to fit film, graphic novels, poetry (drama, music, ballet, the list goes on – and I’ve given up doing/following sport which I wouldn’t have predicted a decade ago) alongside Lit., by which I mostly mean old Aust.Lit.
It strikes me sometimes how unfair it feels to have sooo many books to read only to discover exactly which ones you most enjoy. Heheh If you could have just started with Nalo Hopkinson, you’d’ve been almost through her oeuvre by now. I like that idea, let’s chat about possibilities. Did I ever mention (or someone else might have because she’s published internationally, by HarperCollins I believe) Cherie Dimaline? I think you might find her similar to Nalo Hopkinson in some ways, certainly with her pacing. (Her short stories, which I know you wouldn’t choose anyway are realistic but her novels contain some mythic elements.)
I’m always relieved when someone else is super interested in something that I find only very vaguely interesting…I feel like just by brushing up against a blog post or an article that I have a little bit of that and then I can carry on, mostly not thinking about that at all when left to my own devices. Heheh
That Pilot Imposter cover gives me chills! I’m a nervous flier though so that’s to be expected 😉
The Pet poems sound perfect. I find when things are getting too dire in real life (sometimes its the news that can make me feel that way too) I reach out to something calming and humorous on my shelf. Chick-lit, or David Sedaris. I also find reading some of my kids picture books to them comforting.
He’s such a curious writer: I just ordered his latest novel because I didn’t want to wait any longer (and he’s not an author on the shelves up here).
I’ve just requested the Brambly Hedge books for children on local-ILL and am so excited to have them at hand as the holidays approach. Have you read Allie Brosh’s illustrated essays (admittedly, her art style takes some getting used to): I find them similar to Sedaris in that they have a dark side but they still make me laugh aloud!
Oh I’ve never heard of the Brambly Hedge books, interesting! Allie Brosh sounds familiar but i’ve never checked her out…thank you for the recommendation!
I think they were actually more your decade than mine, but I missed them as a kid too. Loving them now, all the same. Ohhh, I probably have mentioned AB before. She’s someone a publishing rep sold me on (nothing about her drawing style appealed to me…so if you feel the same way, you might want to at least check her out online and see if you warm up to it, before trying Hyperbole and a Half).
Poems that wash dishes, now that would be really something! I’ve read a lot of poetry but have yet to find that poem. If you come across it, please let me know! 😀
Maybe James Hannaham will write it! Heheh
What a lovely collection! I’m planning on doing one more Larry McMurtry this year but then all the rest on my shelf that I didn’t do this year next year. I have a Dean Street Press December challenge to run through December but still have a few novellas and one more book for AusReading Month to do this month!
I was just looking at the single McMurtry on my shelves the other day while doing my exercises and thinking “oooohhhh, when was I supposed to have done something with that??” LOL
Everything Dean Street Press prints looks good to me. I’m kinda relieved that I can’t access their stuff more readily (and I can’t read epubs unfortunately…fortunately??). You’ll have a myriad of great selections for your month, I’m sure!
I discovered Grace Nichols through her 2020 release, Passport to Here and There, one of my few favourite poetry volumes of that year. I’ve read lots of great poetry this year, much of it for review for Shelf Awareness — poets and collections I feel I never would have heard about otherwise.
As for graphic works, I feel like I’ve been reading fewer than normal. My library recently made a big push to acquire lots of them, but they tend to be the big series — superheroes, etc. — whereas I prefer the quieter, quirkier stuff.
It’s true that review work can bring a lot of unexpected joy into your reading stack. But it’s also true that the stack is much more unwieldly. Haha
Mmmm, that’s true. It’s like how the audiobook section is always more heavily weighted towards thrillers and mysteries…popularity wins.