Crooks, Drain, Freeman, Mukasonga, and Philyaw
Short Stories in January, February and March
Whether in a dedicated collection or a magazine, these stories capture a variety of reading moods.
This quarter, I returned to some favourite writers and also explored several new-to-me story writers.
I used to work within walking distance of The Distillery District and I still enjoy walking the cobblestoned streets there (although haven’t done so recently, with COVID measures to mind). It’s frequently served as a backdrop for historical TV and films, too (Chicago might be the most famous?) and it was a pleasure to find the illustration heading Roseanne Carrara’s short story “Finder” in the summer 2019 issue of Taddle Creek (which was dedicated to pulp fiction). It’s a very short story, but it reminded me how much fun it can be to read stories about familiar places. Most of the stories I’ve been reading this quarter, though, have invited me to new places.
Jacqueline Crooks’ The Ice Migration (2018) is a collection of linked stories which draws together the descendants of Africans enslaved by sugar plantation owners in Jamaica who work alongside indentured labourers from Calcutta. “Their nails were black with the same dirt.”
The first two “chapters” are a map and a family tree, glossy pages with arrows and connecting lines, to show movement across continents and across time. The stories themselves are short and scenic, like photographs in an album. Except with a strong auditory component: the dialogue is rich and cadenced, and the first-person pieces are also rooted in voice.
Readers move from a “half-eaten plate of pickled tongue and potatoes [that] lay by the side of the rusty Remington typewriter on the desk” to a “dark wood-panelled room, burning candle, oil paintings” with a surgeon, Pilates teacher, policewoman, accountant, and grief counsellor meeting in a Spiritualist church in 2010.
In straightforward language, Crooks explores the legacy of movement, with an occasional poetic flourish. (“They were leaning into the darkness like gravestones”: that’s one of my favourites.) Readers who appreciate brief and scenic stories will find much to enjoy here.
Jonathan Escoffery won the ASME Award for Fiction for his short story published in The Paris Review, “Under the Ackee Tree” (2019). His Jamaican plain-speech and immersive prose style immediately engages readers in the story of a young man who shares his dreams with his father: “A my son a si’ down an’ sew panty an’ frock? Wha’ kind of little-gal fantasy that?”
Soon, it “don’ feel then like you have too many options at all”. And, then, with the birth of a child, those options narrow further. When violence increases in the neighbourhood (this is the time in which Marlon James set his expansive novel, A Brief History of Seven Killings), his parents encourage him to apply for an American visa sponsored by an uncle. “You can’ see the whole of we island turn into war zone? And, This what we gained independence for? Them say, Better g’wan save yourselves.”
And some things are saved. His boys learn about “ackee and saltfish and try explain why it Jamaica’ national dish” and eventually his house “finally finish the way you want, with in-ground pool and bar and more fruit trees flanking your ackee tree”—“the house you always dream ‘bout”. B
ut then Hurricane Gilbert strikes back home and “you can think ‘bout nothing but how the people back home devastated” and other patterns, too, are difficult to arrest. (The story is reprinted in The Best American Magazine Writing 2020.)
These linked stories in Jasmon Drain’s Stateway’s Garden (2020) are mostly set in “the biggest concrete building on Chicago’s South Side, on the fourteenth floor of the Stateway Gardens projects”, painted a “grayish-white color that looked like dirty sheets bleached repeatedly”.
Readers step inside 3536 S. Federal, Apt. #1407 to witness Tracy’s coming-of-age, but this story is also one of community: “Our buildings were cities within the city.” (There’s a lot of historical material, with some striking images, about these housing projects, though finally demolished in 2007.)
His mother works and the collection’s first story invites readers to join younger Tracy in his mother’s workplace for one memorable day, but mostly the stories hinge on the kind of freedom (emptiness) that results from fending for himself. His older brother and a couple of girls also figure (for me, the stories about the boys resonate more deeply) and, as they grow, the pacing varies, from quiet and ruminative expository stories to faster paced and scenic stories (including one which I stayed up late to finish—so compelling).
The world-building is detailed and the observational powers astute: peering into a single apartment offers a remarkable view of Tracy’s world while simultaneously reminding readers that lives like Tracy’s unfold elsewhere. On the fourteenth floor, in that building on South Federal, in the neighbouring buildings in Chicago, in housing projects across Illinois, across the United States, and beyond its borders.
Contents: B.B. Sauce: Found on Ogden and Central Park; Questions by the Stove; Wet Paper Grass; Solane; Reaganomics, Left Lying in the Road; Middle School; Interpreting Dolton, at thirteen; Shifts; The Stateway Condo Gentrification; Stephanie Worthington; The Tornado Moat; Love-Able Lip Gloss; Epilogue: The Battle of Segregation, 1958-2007
First, there’s the fact that you can slip this volume in a pocket: how secret is that. Then there are the kinds of secrets you’d expect (but maybe not from “Church Ladies”): infidelity, hotel bookings, and the like. But there are also instances in which characters in Deesha Philyaw’s The Secret Lives of Church Ladies (2021) quietly agree to make their own reality behind closed doors.
“Normal according to who…?” one character asks. Sometimes these are proper secrets, the kind that cause pain. Other times, there’s just an appreciation that circumstances have altered cases: “And then I laughed, even though I felt like I shouldn’t have. Even though nothing was as it should be.” [Not-Daniel]
A young girl smells like bubblegum and a mother watches Dallas and Falconcrest on Friday nights. Fathers are scarce, sisters are abundant, and there’s a thread of mother-daughter stories throughout.
These are “Church Ladies” like K.D. Miller’s collection All Saints is a bunch of Church Stories: technically, yes, but other titles would have served too. In “Dear Sister”, the letter writer says: “Well, it’s not like any of us got to chose in the beginning. But we do get to decided how much space to give him now.” And that’s at the heart of this collection.
Because finally, on the page, Deesha Philyaw makes space for characters who might have been relegated to the margins of another collection: the yearners and the mourners, the weirdos and the warriors.
Contents: Eula, Not-Daniel, Dear Sister, Peach Cobbler, Snowfall, How to Make Love to a Physicist, Jael, Instructions for Married Christian Husbands, When Eddie Levert Comes
Inspired by reading Tales of Two Cities: The Best and Worst of Times in Today’s New York for my #HereandElsewhere project, I was hooked straightaway by this bit in John Freeman’s introduction to Tales of Two Planets: Stories of Climate Change and Inequality in a Divided World (2020): “What if we believed, stupidly or hopefully, that every living life mattered equally? That it was possible to act as if this belief were a value worth defending, to tell stories as if it could be observed?”
The concept of twinning tales by well-known and acclaimed writers (like Edwidge Danticat, Margaret Atwood, and Aminatta Forna) with writers I know but not well (Anuradha Roy, Sayaka Murata, and Pitchaya Sudbanthad) and writers I didn’t know (Mariana Enriquez, Ligaya Mishan, and Lina Mounzer) also holds a strong appeal.
The combination of poetry and fiction, with narrative-driven essays and reportage caters to a variety of reading moods and the cumulative effect is one of a global community of thinkers engaged with this fundamentally important matter of survival.
“In a world divided between those who knew, and were therefore prepared for what was about to happen, and those who did not, her country was finally, possibly, a little bit lucky.”
Tahmina Anam “The Unfortunate Place”
Scholastique Mukasonga’s Igifu (2010; Trans. Jordan Stump, 2020) contains just five stories, in prose so clear and direct, that you can fall between the words into her world. The Tutsi characters living in Rwanda inhabit cities and countryside, they love and lose—they survive.
In “The Curse of Beauty”, she describes Rwanda like a small town: “Everyone knows everything that goes on in Rwanda—we might as well all be neighbors. And if they don’t know, there’s always someone to invent what they should.” A place where “rumors were enough, even if the stories sometimes conflicted”.
Whether she writes about a few grains of sorghum or a mother’s wooden ladle, or the devotion between a young boy and his cow, these stories are rooted in universal truths: “It’s good to be afraid. Fear keeps us awake. Fear lets us hear what carefree people never do. You know what the abapadris say at catechism, how everyone has a guardian angel looking after them? Well, our guardian angel is fear.”
In a world in which fear is an angel, some are more vulnerable than others. “We’re Tutsis, sorrow hangs over all of us, and it lands heaviest of all on the women. There’s nothing we can do. Maybe things will be different one day.” But there remains a thread of hope. As Margaret Atwood once said, pessimists don’t write books (leaving it in the hands of realists and optimists).
Readers unfamiliar with recent events in Rwanda are introduced via passages like this: “She herself didn’t know the word, but in Kinyarwanda there was a very old term for what was happening in her homeland: gutsembatsemba, a verb, used for talking about parasites and mad dogs, things that had to be eradicated, and about Tutsis, also known as Inyenzi, cockroaches, also something to be wiped out.” [“Grief”]
They are powerful and necessary and true. But there are many other aspects to these stories which make them a pleasure to read. Like this passage from “The Glorious Cow”:
“He probably thought Intamati was an auspicious choice for me, he must have hoped she would bring me good fortune. I knew what to do. I stroked her neck, murmuring her name: “Intamati, Intamati!” I carefully wiped off her dung stains with a handful of dew-damp grasses. I smoothed down her coat until it was silky and glistening.”
This is the kind of collection that I expected to read as a representation of this author’s work and, then, move on to other books. Instead, I found myself checking the library catalogue and requesting everything else she’s published in translation and debating whether my school-girl second-language skills would allow me even a glimpse of her new novel, currently only available in French.
Contents: Igifu, The Glorious Cow, Fear, The Curse of Beauty, Grief
I don’t read a lot of short stories so all of these are new to me. The one I’m most interested in is Tales of Two Planets. Sounds fascinating!
And it’s a great way to discover new authors because there are so many different voices highlighted!
Oohhh the Ice Migration intrigues me! And I must ask-what is that delicious looking chocolate-ish item in the photo up top? An ice cream bar? I’m dying to know!
Haha, all the most important questions! It’s here. Let me know if you need any additional recommendations to accumulate enough for free shipping. giggles
Oh Mama those look good
They’re okay. I mean, if you like delicious things. (Actually, they’re really not sweet. The kids never cared for them. Bonus?)
I’m so glad you asked, Anne! I was wondering the same thing!
we are always on the same page Naomi! haha
Especially if it’s food/chocolate related! 🙂
Their shipping deal is Canada-wide, so you’re both in luck! 🙂
I have The Secret Lives of Church Ladies on my tbr! It sounds like an interesting collection of essays.
I also love how small and pocket-able it is; it feels nice in your hands!
It’s the Jasmon Drain that catches my eye–perhaps unsurprisingly. I remember seeing Stateway Gardens, though Cabrini Green was closer to where I was likely to hang out. (Though not actually hang out.) I see that the book is at TPL, but I’m curious where you heard about him.
Looking above in the comments, I did like Danielle Evans first book of stories & am interested in her new book. I read the first story in the New Yorker, which made me go get the book, though I thought in the end the New Yorker had the best of the stories of the first book.
It feels both very rooted in that place and, simultaneously, there’s a sense of universality too. It was reviewed in the NYT early last year, I believe (and, yes, I read it from the library and was able to renew too).
I also think the way that we encounter a single short story in a magazine makes the story shine too; there, it’s the focus, instead of “one among many”. There is a really long hold list for the new collection and a bit of a wait for the first, so I’ll continue to focus on other new books for now.
Are you still requesting holds via your local branch?
Yes, Palmerston is holding up pretty well, it seems. (I don’t know what happened to Spadina Road, though, which is completely shut–you can’t even return books there.) For a while they met you at the door (when it was coldest!) Now that it’s a little warmer and it doesn’t matter as much, you can go in, but you can’t browse or even retrieve your own holds. But it works perfectly fine, really.
That’s so interesting. My local branch did the outside thing for the earliest reopening weeks (last summer), but there’s a large entranceway. There’s an inner section (like between the sets of doors at Lillian Smith, but larger) in which people can wait before entering one at a time if necessary, but they can also wait outside if preferred (and when the lockdown was stricter a security guard ensured that), and fully inside, there is a massive space used to pass over holds/requests, and another corner where you can check them out yourself (in this level of lockdown, but just a couple of weeks ago that area was included in the staff section and they completed the transaction before making the hand-off–all without even touching your card! The Spadina collection is still in circulation…I’ve received a few of the NP collection items…curious.
I don’t read short stories if I can get out of it (my brother’s just given me a Kylie Tennant collection for my birthday). I like to be immersed in someone else’s life for days, not minutes. Though I like the idea of the Chicago linked stories. The Ice Migration reminds me of a discussion we were having elsewhere. Indian workers (‘Coolies’) were considered for Australia when transportation was ending – “they’ll work for a bowl of rice a day”. Nothing came of it though of course they were used in many other places throughout the Empire – Fiji, Malaya, South Africa for starters.
Haha, I recall that it’s not a favourite form of yours. That was my feeling for many years as well, although I enjoyed linked collections even then, for their novelistic sides. Yes! The Ice Migration fits perfectly with that conversation. I’ve just started another interesting book, recommended by Ibram X. Kendi (whose interviews I’ve recommended), called The Half Has Never Been Told: Slavery and the Making of American Capitalism by Edward Baptist. It, too, begins in early days.
I’m SO keen to read The Secret Lives of Church Ladies. How to Pronounce Knife is my only completed short story collection so far this year, but I’m currently reading The Office of Historical Corrections by Danielle Evans and I have Escape Routes by Naomi Ishiguro out from the library to try after that.
I’d love to read Danielle Evans (she’s on my TBR but now I must start at the beginning, of course) and the Ishiguro looks great too. There’s not much church in those ladies’ secrets; I’ll be interested to see if you enjoy them as much as I did. If you were only going to read one collection, Thammavongsa’s would be a good one (but I know you’ll end up reading more)! 🙂
Last year I read 19 story collections in total, which surprised and impressed me because I don’t feel like I pick them up very often! I tend to make more of an effort in September, reading 5-6 or more.
I’m sure that’s far more than the average fiction-lover. But I guess, in percentage, it’s a single-digit element of your year’s reading.
I share your enjoyment of reading stories set in familar places, also ones that I’ve visted on holiday.
It seems like an issue that would be an either/or, but instead each way of reading makes me appreciate the other way for different reasons.
Scholastique Mukasonga’s name has come up quite a lot over here recently, probably because Daunt Books have just published her novel ‘Our Lady of the Nile’, which sounds like a very powerful coming-of-age story. That’s a beautiful cover on your edition of the short story collection – I’m sure it would catch my eye if I saw it on display somewhere.
That one is also published by Archipelago in North America; it seems like they are devoted to her output. You don’t get to see Archipelago’s books over there? Maybe it’s like Fitzcarraldo is for us, here, in that we really see the “real deal” and more often discover their works via other indie presses instead. I’m sure you would love their books, the feel of the paper and their covers: understated grace.
Yes, I think you’re right. Hanne Orstavik’s novella LOVE (another Archipelago release) was published by And Other Stories in the UK, while other titles may not get picked up at all. I do have one Archipelago edition on my shelves, a secondhand copy bought on line a few years ago: The Waitress Was New by Domonique Fabre, a gentle, melancholy novella about a middle-aged waiter. It’s a beautifully produced little book, well worth reading.
Ohhh, I’ve actually read that one and I really enjoyed it too. But I had forgotten that it was Archipelago…it was likely my introduction to them, actually!
Y’know, I’m sure it has some good bookish friends, in the context of your collection, but it would probably like to have some Archipelago friends someday. Just sayin.
I’m on my phone again, so let’s hope I’ve been more careful and am commenting in the right spot! Heehee
When I read your header I was disappointed not to have heard of any of these writers. But now I want to read almost all of them. Ice Migrations and Stateway’s Garden because of their linkedness. Ice Migrations and the climate book because of their subject. Church Ladies because of your comparison to All Saints (also, I saw Church Ladies pass through the library not long ago as an ILL on its way to someone and I stopped to look through it). And Igifu because of it’s setting. I enjoyed the South African setting in Electric Fences… Wouldn’t it be fun to keep going and cover the whole continent? (I don’t have unreasonably grand plans, do I?)
The short story collection I’m reading right now is Best Canadian Stories 2020. Definitely different feel to the stories compared to last year’s collection.
Gah! I was so careful! Hi, Jacqui!
That’s so funny: I’ll try to see if there’s anything in my settings which is changing your experience while on mobile. In theory, Avada is structured so it tests on both mobile and desktop environments but, even so, I’m sure there are individual devices and OSs that throw the system for a loop. (If anyone else is reading this and has had the same experience on mobile, feel free to LMK.)
I’m sure you’d enjoy both of those linked collections; the Crooks stories are very short and could be read with a cup of tea, the Drain stories are more like Souvankham Thammavongsa’s, with some being very long and lightly layered, but others short and scenic.
That’s quite an ambition. If you do, I’ll enjoy getting other rec’s from you! Mel was asking about that collection: do you find this year’s a tighter match for your preferences or not-so-much?
I would say not as much as last year’s. But, on the other hand, I find they are challenging me more – which is not a bad thing. And still always interested in seeing what’s coming up next!
Even though I do like anthologies, for the variety and unexpected turns, I’ve stopped reading them before bed (even when they’re not devoted to climate change!) because you just never know what you’ll find in the next story; I read one about grieving that kept me up for most of a night, several months ago!