Rebecca and Laura have been reading and writing about books on the Carol Shields Fiction Prize too: Rebecca (Loot, The Future and Chrysalis, Cocktail and Land of Milk and Honey and Laura (Between Two Moons and Summary) If you’re also reading from the longlist (shortlist with winner announced), please feel free to contribute to the conversation and leave a link to your posts/reviews below. And, of course, to chime in with the discussions generally (so many well-known books and writers here, even if the prize for women’s writing is still new).
A couple of weeks ago, I added to my own posts here, writing about Kim Coleman Foote’s Coleman Hill—a real favourite so far—and still have five books yet to read from the list (although, if you follow the prize, you’ll notice that the winner’s discussed here).
The first of the fifteen stories in Anuja Varghese’s Chrysalis is “Bhupati” and the last is the title story: both highlight Varghese’s focus on relationships, an appreciation of almost-mystical experiences, and the inclusion of unusual details tied to small epiphanies (even though life isn’t so neat and tidy and a knowingness in the author’s tone broadcasts that she knows this). One ends with an element of surprise that made me smile—several of the other stories in this 2023 collection do too.
She writes in bold strokes and concisely establishes setting so that readers can focus on story and character. Quickly I invested in the relationships she highlights, as in “Arvind” (one of my favourite stories): “They played old Bollywood movies, played truth or dare, played with their imagined future together like a Rubik’s cube, spinning the colours recklessly, all passion and no plan.” And I admire her willingness to engage with complexity, and multiple perspectives, as in “Cherry Blossom Fever” (which tickled as I was reading in season and have seen those High Park blooms): “Whatever he and Sunil had, whatever Talia had with the woman on the phone, whatever Sunil and Talia had together—all these things existed in a delicate balance.”
Some of the language really works for me, as in “Milk”: “It was hot, the way the end of May can be sometimes, spring curdled into summer overnight.” And other figurative language did too: “Chitra was startled out of her fantasy by a voice like cream cheese on an everything bagel—rich and smooth and soft and even.” (Later I thought that the detail of “everything” only appealed because it’s my favourite, but it doesn’t serve the prose: it’d be rich and all that on Raisin or even Whole Wheat too.)
I also appreciated the ambitious take on socio-political themes, like “Remembrance” (domestic violence), “Stories in the Language of the Fist” (othering), and “Midnight at the Oasis” (gender fluidity). Sometimes the language is overly earnest, on-the-nose: “Somewhere in the city, the family into whose hands I was born mourns the boy I never was, fails to see who I am, who I’ve always been.” But these stories demonstrate a kind of compassion that makes me curious to see what she might produce in a booklength work, with more targeted and extensive characterisation.
With Mona Susan Power’s The Council of Dolls (2023), imagine the main characters all sitting in a circle: Sissy and Lillian and Cora, each of them with their doll in their arms. The narrative reflects this circle, each segment moving backward in time by a generation until the narrative line reconnects with the present in the final section, Jesse’s.
Jesse is Sissy, grown and middle-aged. From the novel’s opening pages, readers understand that naming is complex. As girls, they each have a Christian name but also a tribal name and, further, other people in their lives also bestow names and identities on them. In turn, each of these women names their doll. Sissy’s grandmother explains how Sissy got her name: “But the first time I saw you the name just came out of my mouth, so it was yours. Wanáĥča Waŝté Wiŋ. Woman Whose Good Works Bring Flowers.’ It’s a beautiful name but can be heavy on one’s back. I hope I didn’t give you too great a burden.”
This is how readers learn that we’re being introduced to Sissy and that she’s not Sissy to anyone else in this story who matters. Sissy and Lillian and Cora are how readers experience this story, how we learn about and experience the inherited trauma in this Indigenous family. The domestic violence, the alcoholism, the residential schools, the Outing program, the massacres: readers experience through the lens of the girls’ Christian identities and they, too, are kept at a distance from their authentic selves, from the resources they require to defend themselves against these attacks.
In this sense, too, Power’s something of a translator. She’s experienced and witnessed this story, and now she transforms it into a narrative for others to consume. (Language is key: Power explains that she once believed she was solely Iháŋktĥuŋwaŋna Dakhóta, then learned she was also Húŋkpapĥa Lakĥóta, so her mother’s vocabulary here reflects both Dakhóta and Lakĥóta terms. Identity shifts once more.) This does not create the kind of narrative arc that readers experience in any of the other books on this longlist, but it does invite readers to uniquely understand these characters’ layered and fragmented identity.
V.V. Ganeshananthan’s Brotherless Night pulled me into the story straightaway with its opening discussion of terrorism, the idea that “that word, terrorist, is too simple for the history we have lived” as Sashi says. I’ve had many conversations about the line between freedom-fighter and terrorist in recent months, about how or whether or when one should respond to an ambiguous but pervasive threat to one’s own existence. And I’ve been reading about Sri Lanka for as long as I’ve been reading literary fiction, beginning with Michael Ondaatje’s Running in the Family (1982) and Shyam Selvadurai’s Funny Boy (1994).
But even as I bolted into Ganeshananthan’s novel, I saw that the prose is thick with exposition. She lays out the scenes in such thoughtful detail, then embroiders them with small flourishes of looking-back-ness, so that readers move slowly and deliberately through the story. This perfectly suited my reading mood and inclinations but, as I closed the book that first evening, 50 pages in, I reflected on the title and realised this was likely to be a devastatingly sad story (whether all of Sashi’s losses were literal or only metaphorical).
And that’s true. But there is so much more to this story than loss. All that attention to detail builds credibility, and the extended list of resources and publications in the back underscore this sense (at least one key character is based on an historical figure—I shan’t say which because they also stand for many other individuals who demonstrated resistance and courage in wartime there). The novel is rich and complex, the characters nuanced and the history gripping.
“Dayalan’s pencil made us look somehow warm and alive—Appa, heavy-browed and stern; Niranjan with his steady, quietly content gaze; Seelan smiling a slightly angry smile; Aran clutching a newspaper; Amma happy and worried; Dayalan himself at one edge, with a too-serious expression. He had put me in the center, a stethoscope around my nceck, I laughed at the vote of confidence. In the small, formal photographs I had brought with me, my family looked like some other blank, emotionless set of people. I preferred the honesty of the sketch.”
What I most enjoyed about C. Pam Zhang’s 2020 debut novel was her use of language: sleek and deliberate. And Land of Milk and Honey (2023) displays that even more effectively. In both novels, the main characters inhabit stark and unwelcoming landscapes, so the prose style suits. “My life was dredge, fry, plate. My life was wait, wait, wait.”
Here, a dust cloud across the planet has impacted the global food supply so that the chef at the heart of the narrative must accept an unusual position with such limited opportunities to work:
“Chef had lost its meaning, like lucky, like fresh, like soon. No saffron, no buffalo, no polished short-grain rice. Dishes winked out from menus like extinguished stars as a conservative, nativist attitude seized the few restaurants that remained open thanks to government subsidies.” The strain of her current situation adds tension to the story right from the start, when she’s cooking for her potential employer under these conditions of scarcity.
There are also lots of recognisable strains from the real world: “It has always been easy to disappear as an Asian woman. You people. The number of times I’ve been mistaken for Japanese or Korean or Lao women decades older or younger, several shades darker or lighter, for my own mother once I hit puberty.” But the bulk of the novel’s conflict is between its characters, and this keeps the pages turning.
Which of these have you read, or which would you add to your Now or Later lists?
I read a forthcoming speculative short story collection recently that I’ve been meaning to recommend to you as it reminded me a fair bit of Chrysalis and has mostly South Asian emigrant characters: How We Know Our Time Travelers by Anita Felicelli (WTAW, Dec.).
Oh that sounds great, thank you! Her previous publications are also intriguing (particularly Chimerica, a novel). There’s a lot of promise in Chrysalis; I’m curious what’s next.
I nice stack of books! I have Land of Milk and Honey on my tbr and I’m looking forward to reading it eventually 🙂
I’ll be interested to hear what you think; I was expecting a slightly more political story.
I haven’t read any, which is probably not surprising! Regarding poetry, which I’ve just commented on in another post of yours, I love this from Zhang’s book: “My life was dredge, fry, plate. My life was wait, wait, wait.” Great rhythm which underscores the tedium (I presume) of the life she is living. Love the cover of this book too so wasn’t surprised when you mentioned the stark and unwelcoming landscapes – though the cover isn’t completely unwelcoming either.
I enjoyed all your reviews here, but I particularly enjoyed HOW you wrote up the short story collection. It’s always tricky to work out how to discuss a collection, but you have drawn together the threads that interest you – language, narative, themes – here beautifully, and made me interested in the collection!
And in this case only the stories are from a small press; the others are mainstream from Top Five publishers. Our publishing landscapes are a world apart.
Isn’t that a fabulous line? I particularly loved it in the context of restaurant work, which is so rhythmic itself, with its cycle of preparation and seating and serving and clearing…it just makes sense. It’s a beautiful cover, I agree. And it perfectly suits the story (about which I’ve said very little because it was so interesting, to me, to see it unfold without spoilers).
That’s kind of you to say: thank you. I’m trying to include some chatter about collections outside of my Quarterly posts about short stories and, especially with a prizelist theme, that seems to be working out well.
You have directed me over the past couple of years to some interesting North American First Nations writing, memoir and fiction, but even the novels seem to be more about the story than the writing. I’ve purchased A Council of Dolls (on Audible) so we’ll see how it goes from that point of view. One book I’m reading at the moment is an Australian FN historical fiction, Anita Heiss’s, Bila Yarrudhanggalangdhuray, which also discusses the idea of people having different names.
Originally, I had the idea that you preferred story over craft because I thought that you relied 100% on audiobooks. Even when you first mentioned your Africa project, I tended towards recommending stronger narratives (more than, say, innovative structure, or lyrical language) because I was imagining you listening to them while driving, unable to flip back and reread/check. Oops! I misunderstood. You didn’t listen to Praiseworthy, I don’t think. And I know there have been others you’ve read by chapter when you open your laptop. So I would recommend different books now.
I’ve definitely been interested in Brotherless Night, but given my recent reading I may need a couple of happily ever after novels first…
Yes, you might want to take a breath between political novels before you resume. I’ve been escaping into Kevin Kwan now and again, and just started a Dolly Alderton for some evening escape reading before bed. (Not sure either would be to your taste.)
I can’t wait to read Brotherless Night despite it being a sad gut punch. I’m on the library wait list for it. It sounds very strong and I haven’t read this author yet. I’m excited that it won the prize. I’ll read it this fall.
There is a lot of sorrow, but there’s a lot of determination and resilience too: it’s a very satisfying balance (and a fabulous resource list at the end, for further reading). Maybe I’ll get to James this fall too. That still feels new for a 2024 book, doesn’t it.
I’d like to read Chrysalis and Brotherless Night (and have had them both out from the library at one point). I have read Land of Milk and Honey and liked it, but felt the same way about as you and Susan have discussed above. But still glad to have read it.
I’m sure you’d like them both, but I have seen pictures of your library stacks, so I understand why you’ve not gotten to them yet!
Reading from prizelists keeps me stretching, so I’m glad to have read it as well: she’s a good writer, and I’m curious to see what her third book might be like.
Wow, that’s a ton of awards on the Chrysalis cover! Good news for the author and publisher! I loved the quotes you included. The everything bagel one made me smile. I’m allergic to gluten so I can’t eat regular bagels anymore (sad trombone noise) but there are ok gluten free bagels you can get, and I’ll always prefer an ‘everything’ bagel. Especially with plain cream cheese, these two flavours work so well together! The quote is almost a wink and a nod in this direction, you know what I mean?
Haha, yes, it’s a personal invitation to you, Anne: eat more bagels! lol I’ve had to experiment a lot with gluten to figure out where my exact troubles with it lie. I’ve had really good luck with the bagels (sold in the freezer) made from sprouted grains. In theory this seemed like it shouldn’t work, because some of the grains in the mix contain gluten naturally, and so I had avoided them for years, but the process of making flour with sprouted grains is different, and how the body interacts with them in this form is different, and I don’t have any issue (well, the new issue was wanting to eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner). Everything Is the Best!
Chrysalis is very appealing. These all have very striking covers!
Each is attractive in its own way, I agree!
I’ve read the Zhang which I admired very much but didn’t love and couldn’t quite put my finger on why. As you say, her use of language is striking.
That’s the element I admire, but I felt distanced overall. I wonder whether it’s because her characters cannot readily connect with one another that we, as readers, don’t feel that connection? But, in both books? I liked the length of this one more, and maybe if it’d been even shorter and even more spare, I might have expected the distance?