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"It is by reading novels, stories, and myths that we come to understand the world in which we live." -Orhan Pamuk

Small Things Like These, Getting to Yes, and Seeing “Now” Clearly

April 9, 2025 by Isla McKetta, MFA Leave a Comment

As I write this, the stock markets are tanking. The bluster and bluffing of one world leader is categorically destroying the financial value of markets around the world. Which made this an interesting week to read Getting to Yes by Roger Fisher and William Ury. It’s also an important time to reflect on Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan which has sat beside me on my desk for over a month after I finished reading it, because I know it still has things to teach me.

Getting to Yes: Negotiating Agreement Without Giving In

cover of getting to yesI can’t remember if I bought Getting to Yes because I wanted to be better at salary negotiations or if I happened into it at a Little Free Library, but it called to me from the to-read shelf this week. It’s a simple book and effective in it’s framing. The writers even say at the end that the reader probably knows a lot of the things in the book instinctively, even if they haven’t put organized thought into it. I did learn a lot about my own tendencies with positional bargaining and how empathy may have saved me from the holes I dug with that over the years. What was most fascinating, though, was the “What If They Use Dirty Tricks?” chapter, which basically lays out all the ways someone could be negotiating with you in bad faith (and what to do about it).

“Good negotiators rarely resort to threats.” – Getting to Yes

That’s where the tariffs come in. I don’t think any of us think our “dear leader” is a master negotiator (except he himself). But it’s illustrative to see how he ticks all the boxes in this chapter, from phony facts to threats to extreme and escalating demands. It also helped me understand why some of the approach from the U.K. to the man has seemed so artful. They are using soft but firm negotiating tactics of their own, tactics that depersonalize the problems and work toward ameliorating core concerns. I also found hope for the Ukraine situation in the “Negotiate with someone like Hitler?” as I thought about this article in Harper’s about some of Putin’s core concerns that we never talk about.

It’s a great book to read for your interpersonal relationships, business relationships, and seeing how things could be done better. They can be done better, right? Because I’m ready for a lot less bluster and a lot more Booker.

Small Things Like These

cover of small things like these with a village landscape against a green skySpeaking of Booker and his 25-hour speech (of which I watched both too much and not enough), there has never been a better time to speak up than now. I think that’s why I’ve kept Small Things Like These beside me all these weeks. It’s a quiet story about one man’s simple life in an Irish town and how he discovers something horribly wrong that everyone seems to know about but no one is questioning. And no one wants him to question, either.

“He found himself asking was there any point in being alive without helping one another? Was it possible to carry along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go against what was there and yet call yourself a Christian, and face yourself in the mirror?” – Small Things Like These

Bill Furlong will surely pay for his actions in all the ways his wife predicts he will. But isn’t it better that he tried?

Fisher and Ury write that “principled negotiation can help make the world a better place.” I’ve kept this blog post on thirty actions you can take right now open on my phone to remind myself that even small actions matter. What are you doing today to make the world as you want it to be?

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Reading for Change in the New World

January 19, 2025 by Isla McKetta, MFA Leave a Comment

I was going to make this a New Year’s post, but really there have been so many markers of “new” in the past few months, from the election to me leaving my job of eight years, that January 1 didn’t really feel like a changeover date. Tomorrow does, and I realize in writing this that I’ve been preparing for a long time for whatever comes next. I often find myself drifting toward books that will help me cope with something my subconscious senses is on the horizon, and the pile I’ve accumulated recently is an interesting mish-mash of fiction, poetry, and nonfiction, with a kids’ book thrown in for the real future. While I probably won’t start walking backwards as Tomás does in response to personal tragedy in Yann Martel’s The High Mountains of Portugal (a book I’m still reading), I am very interested in disrupting my norm to see what positive changes I can cause. Read on to find out what lessons about change (both self-imposed and not) that I’m taking away from the books that have jumped into my lap recently.

Saying the Important Part Out Loud with R.F. Kuang

cover of babelThere are many, many reasons to love Babel by R.F. Kuang, from the rich characters to the well-drawn action, but what hit me most about this book as I was reading it this fall was the way she turns history inside out by simply naming the things that were happening from an angle we are unused to. While to my knowledge there was not really a group of translators changing the world in the 19th century by inscribing spells into bars of silver (though it made for a great way to explore the power of language), she has a beautiful way of calling out the everyday assaults of empire:

“‘But I do know this. The wealth of Britain depends on coercive extraction. And as Britain grows, only two options remain: either her mechanisms of coercion become vastly more brutal, or she collapses. The former’s more likely. But it might bring about the latter.’” – Griffin in Babel by R.F. Kuang

Not only does this series of sentences spell out exactly the dark side of the British empire in a way I’ve never read before, it also speaks to the present and future of the U.S. in ways we would do well to consider deeply how to change. This is part of Kuang’s art, the weaving of a warning into a damned good story.

“‘You know the funny thing about Afghanistan?’ Griffin’s voice was very soft. ‘The British aren’t going to invade with English troops. They’re going to invade with troops from Bengal and Bombay. They’re going to have sepoys fight the Afghans, just like they had sepoys fight and die for them at Irrawady, because those Indian troops have the same logic you do, which is that it’s better to be a servant of the Empire, brutal coercion and all, than to resist. Because it’s safe. Because it’s stable, because it lets them survive. And that’s how they win, brother. They pit us against each other. They tear us apart.’” – Babel by R.F. Kuang

How long have we been pitched against each other by our political parties? I was relieved when the Democrats picked Kamala Harris to run, finally. The last time she ran, she became the first candidate I’d ever given money to, and I was excited about her governing to the middle. But she was hardly an outsider candidate, and in my view the Democrats have a lot to answer for to their constituents—specifically, I would have liked a choice. Which is to say that the people in power are more interested in maintaining power, however they can, than in genuinely meeting our actual needs. I would have been deeply disappointed to vote for Biden who took no meaningful stands on the women’s issues that are so close to my heart (and body as well as the bodies of 49.8% of our population). I won’t even start on the Republican Party, but I do believe strongly that there is a middle we are being steered away from seeing. And that in the middle lies a lot of answers that allow for social progress and for a wide feeling of safety at the same time.

“There was at least one reason to hope. They were running on momentum. The social forces that had prompted the Luddites to smash machines had not disappeared. They had only grown worse…Each year they put more men out of work, left more families destitute, and maimed and killed more children in machines that operated more quickly than the human eye could track. The use of silver created inequality, and both had increased exponentially in England during the past decade. The country was pulling apart at the seams. This could not go on forever.

And their strike, Robin was convinced, was different. Their impact was larger, harder to patch over…Britain could not function without them. If Parliament did not believe it, then they would soon learn.” Babel by R.F. Kuang

Collective action anyone? It is definitely time to assess what power we have and how we can effectively use it.

I have read online criticisms of this book that it is too packed with linguistic explorations, but to me that level of thought and involvement with language is only a bonus. You should read this book right now. And as you bristle against some of the things she writes, I want you to think about why and what your role has been in building our own empire. Then think about the world you want to build and how you can change your actions to bring that about instead.

Unbreaking the System with The Primary Solution

cover of the primary solutionNick Troiano is also of the opinion that the system is broken. In The Primary Solution he lays out a strong argument for how our current system of primaries disenfranchises voters and contributes to dysfunction at the party level and at the governing level because of the polarizing list of candidates it allows to move forward.

“A democracy that is controlled by its fringes at the expense of the majority, offering division over solutions, simply cannot endure over the long haul.” – The Primary Solution by Nick Troiano

Troiano argues that there is a vast, moderate section of the electorate who is not being served by the current candidates and that none of us are being served by the gridlock of the current landscape. Though my own politics are on the left edge and I am one of the 18% of voters votes in primary elections (which, according to Troiano, determines the outcome of 93% of all offices), I can’t disagree that the current state cannot continue.

My first experience of disgust for party politics was when I brought my then small child to caucus for Bernie back when we had caucuses in Washington. Our precinct captain explained the math of how the delegates were assigned and it was immediately clear that Hillary Clinton had been ordained the candidate of preference by party leadership. I was discouraged, but it was important for me to finally see that the party had the power and the privilege to make that selection, regardless of what their constituents want. I have to agree with Charles Munger, Jr., as quoted by Troiano saying, “We saw primary reform as the right tool to bring the parties back to their duty.” Imagine that—duty! The reforms Troiano explores, including ranked-choice voting and synchronized primaries, are hardly revolutionary, but if they lead to a more representative slate of candidates who can actually legislate and govern for the majority, I’m in.

The book was long for me, I think I would have preferred a white paper, but I did enjoy reading about the reasons why the ways Washington primaries have changed so much in the nearly thirty years I’ve lived and voted here. The Primary Solution is a must read for policy wonks and a good skim for anyone who thinks our government is broken and wonders what steps we can take to make it better.

Considering the After with Czesław Miłosz

cover of poet in the new worldI think we can all agree that World War II was some of the worst of what the world experienced during the last century. In my typical, “let’s read about the darkest thing we can find to see how people survive it” way, I was glad to read the forthcoming collection Poet in the New World: Poems, 1946-1953 by Czesław Miłosz and translated and edited by Robert Hass and David Frick. While I’ve enjoyed Miłosz in translation before (and structured Polska, 1994 around lines from “Rivers”), I was surprised to see that I’ve never really written about him. I’ve also read almost nothing of his from the period covered by this book, which is, I suppose, the point.

All the poems in this collection were new to me, which made it delicious to explore. I was excited by the twinning of irony and lament in “Child of Europe” with lines like “We, who taste of exotic dishes, / And enjoy fully the delights of love, / are better than those who were buried.” This poem felt so Polish to me in that feeling with the pairing of outward barb and the inward nod of complicity topped with regret.

I think a lot about audiences and who understands what when there are multiple layers of meaning, which made me wonder who would mistake lines like “Let the sweetness of day fill your lungs” for celebrations of autocracy, though Miłosz writes into that awareness when he gets to “A new, humorless generation is now arising, / It takes in deadly earnest all we received with laughter.” A stanza that made me think of the MAGA youth. He also writes of the doublespeak to come, something I learned to deepen myself while in Poland, with “Fashion your weapon from ambiguous words. Consign clear words to lexical limbo.” By the time he reaches, “Gone is the age of satire” my heart dropped for the poet that Hass describes as “recovering from a war of extraordinary violence, taking his bearings in a new world, and trying to locate and understand his task as a poet.”

”The ground everywhere is strewn
With bits of brittle froth—
Of all things broken and lost
Porcelain troubles me most.”
— “Song on Porcelain” by Czesław Miłosz

My heart was equally broken by the lines “My life broke into islands, / Through no choice of my own.” In “To Jonathan Swift” as he writes of exile. As we know, Miłosz survived the after and went on to write greater poems, but it’s clear that there was great cost to all the before and the in-between. I was reading “Reflections” about “A city ruined, and above it clouds / A ruined city and above it a column of azure sky” during the worst of the L.A. fires and thinking about the myriad challenges (expected and otherwise) we face now and in the future.

”And as someone else used to say,
You have the power. Influence the course
Of the avalanche. Moderate its wildness
And cruelty. This too requires courage,”
— “Treatise on Morals” by Czesław Miłosz

What I liked most about this book for myself was seeing the “after.” As Hass writes in the introduction, in 1944 Miłosz had walked away from a city in ruins. Something like 80 percent of the buildings in Warsaw had been destroyed by the German army…” He’s fighting with himself, though, to go forward with poems like “My Mother’s Grave” where he writes, “Help me, mother. Strengthen in the man / what you knew as the child’s ardors. / Let me not put down my burdens.” And he did continue to fight in his work, though from afar, which made me want to put “Notebook: Pennsylvania” with its family shunning their heritage in a new land beside Wisława Szymborska’s “The End and the Beginning” which is about cleaning up after war.

I was really hoping to be able to comment intelligently on the translations of these poems, but only the English text is included (which makes sense) and I haven’t tracked down the originals. My Polish is rusty enough that I probably would have made a hash of it anyway, but I might track down a few soon just to feel the words on my tongue again.

This book is out in February, and I’ll be excited to see what you find in it, where I’ve misread intentions in the layers of meaning, how you think about the ways life continues.

Adam Gidwitz Models Getting Frank with our Children

cover of a tale dark and grimmI wish I could give A Tale Dark and Grimm ten stars instead of five in Goodreads. This book is deliciously dark in a way that left my nine-year-old begging for more. He felt in control and in on the action and like he was tormenting me, but together we were exploring the edges of the dark and how we could navigate it together. Are coping mechanisms hereditary? It reminded me a lot of the day in March 2020 that my then four-year-old came home and told us about the virus. His teacher (herself a survivor of war in Afghanistan) had shown the children a video explaining what we knew then. And my son, having finally been let in on what the whispers of the last month were about, exuded so much confidence. That’s not to say that the months and years to come were always easy (ha!) or that we told him everything, but that we were all better prepared because we were prepared to treat him like a person with fears and ideas of his own.

While Remy and I were reading the first book in this series of Grimm fairytale retellings, he picked up the second to read with his dad (who has read the original Grimm). And the moment he and I finished the first, we picked up the third. They are gruesome, yes. They are also hilarious and the authorial intrusions remind me of the way I often interrupt our readings to gently (or not so gently) ask my son if that’s how he thinks things should be. Highly recommend these books, just plan ahead so you can finish a section before bedtime, that bit of resolution helps avoid nightmares.

It feels sacrilegious to hold the particular inauguration on MLK Day and I’ll probably spend the day with a book rather than the TV or the headlines. The day after I’ll be sharing some Lucille Clifton with my son’s class to teach the kids about how much can be said with a little and to get them thinking about their roles in the world to come. What are you reading and how are you preparing for what’s next beyond books? I’d love to hear all about it in the comments.

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Ripe, Song of Solomon, and the Worlds We Build

December 16, 2023 by Isla McKetta, MFA Leave a Comment

On Thursday I asked our pizza delivery man his name. While we’ve had multiple delivery people and don’t order pizza that often, this particular fellow has been delivering goodness to our house two to five times a year for over two decades. We had a name for him (he looks like Penn Teller, so we’ve called him—always with love but never to his face—Penn) and are polite, but it was finally starting to bother me that I didn’t know his name. What on earth does this have to do with books, you wonder, and were there any leftovers (yes, but I can’t share them as they’ll be gone by this afternoon). I’ve been thinking a lot about community since my son was born (and especially since the beginning of the pandemic) and two books that I read recently really helped me deepen those thoughts: Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison and Ripe by Sarah Rose Etter. Plus they’re both fantastic books, so let’s get into the book part of our chat…

The Worlds that Divide Us in Song of Solomon

Song of Solomon by Toni MorrisonLet’s be real, I was having a really hard time with this book for the first hundred pages or so. I was exhausted at night and only reading a few pages at a time, morning readings were slightly longer but always interrupted. I was not able to enter the very rich world of Milkman’s citified Michigan and I will definitely have to return to the beginning someday when I have the luxury of hours (and maybe a hot bath). One sentence, though, made me realize how deeply layered the whole book was and what I’d been missing by being a poor reader.

“I really do thank you,” Milkman opened the door. “What do I owe you? For the Coke and all?”

The man was smiling, but his face changed now. “My name’s Garnett, Fred Garnett. I ain’t got much, but I can afford a Coke and a lift now and then.” – Song of Solomon, Toni Morrison

I ain’t got much, but I can afford a Coke and a lift now and then. Said by a stranger who was helping Milkman out when he found himself in a jam, having left the city to trace his roots in search of (literal) treasure. Wearing a suit and city shoes he’d tromped through a stream and found himself muddied, torn, and in need of a lift. Garnett knows from the way Milkman carries himself and the way that he’s been talking that he holds himself above all the people there. But it’s the final insult of not being considered big enough to be generous himself that makes Garnett speak out in defense of his own dignity. Milkman can’t really hear Garnett in that moment but I sure did. That one sentence defined the world Milkman had entered but couldn’t see. A community rich with people who looked out for one another, friend or stranger. The kind of care Milkman needed so much in his life but could never see to let in.

I read this sentence the morning after I’d asked Craig his name and it hit me so acutely that this was part of the world I’ve been aching for all this time. A world where we see each other as humans who all want similar things: love and a life that isn’t harder than it needs to be for us and the people we care about. It’s the common humanity that we miss when we don’t make eye contact with people on the street, when we argue about red or blue without seeing who’s really winning when we fight each other, when we talk about wars without considering the civilians whose lives are destroyed in the process. It’s the common humanity I don’t contribute to when I don’t mention that I’m struggling while my mom’s been in the hospital these past weeks. She’s doing better now and I did actually reach out to a couple of people, which is progress to me, but we don’t have to be alone with all this stuff because we’re surrounded by other people who maybe would help us out for free if we gave them the chance—people we could help, too, by seeing their humanity.

Morrison goes deeper into this same divide later when Milkman reaches Virginia. I won’t quote the full passage here because the entire uncomfortable interaction spans several pages, but Milkman enters Solomon’s store and is trying to get information about where he’s going from Solomon and the men hanging out there. His car has broken down out front and he needs help either fixing it or buying another. He needs a woman and a place to stay. And while everyone’s really polite about it, “Milkman sensed that he’d struck a wrong note” and a coolness grows between Milkman and the men. Morrison lets us sit with that misunderstanding for a bit, feeling the exquisite discomfort that’s exacerbated by not understanding the why.

Milkman knew he had said something else wrong, although he didn’t know what. He only knew that they behaved as if they had been insulted.

In fact they had been. They looked with hatred at the city Negro who could buy a car as if it were a bottle of whiskey because the one he had was broken. And what’s more, who had said so in front of them. He hadn’t bothered to say his name, nor ask theirs, had called them “them,” and would certainly despise their days… – Song of Solomon, Toni Morrison

The paragraph goes on to beautifully describe the lives of these men and the insult they took from Milkman’s ways, but it’s that crux of “He hadn’t bothered to say his name, nor ask theirs” that showed how little they mattered in his day except to fill his own needs. I grew up in the north but with Southern parents and while I sometimes felt a wash of teenaged embarrassment when my dad chatted up every sales clerk we ever encountered, it’s something I’m learning to appreciate. We talk sometimes now about dynamics of power and how no one owes you their story, but what we forgot along the way is the small (consensual) intimacies that can enrich all our days and make the world feel a lot smaller in the best of ways.

Read this book, but do it when you have time to really sit with it. If one sentence can open up my whole worldview, imagine what it can do for you. And Icess, if you’re reading this, know that I thought of you in the end when the body count was high 🙂

The Decay of a Tech-driven Society in Ripe

Ripe by Sara Rose EtterWhat scares me most these days is those who seem to have forgotten the similar things in whose quest we were once bound. Who have traveled so far toward some imagined future that they’ve left all the best things behind. Ripe by Sarah Rose Etter encapsulates all of this in such a visceral way that I’ve kept the book beside me in the month since I read it as I try to sort out my own complicity in the system and responsibility for changing it.

Cassie works at a Silicon Valley startup and is new enough to that world to see it for the ways it goes against the world she came from, but she’s also been there long enough to be perpetuating it. She’s at work at all hours in response to a capricious and abusive boss but she’s also passing along that culture as she seeks to hire someone in Pakistan, a worker so eager to be part of the system that he’s willing to give up his family to move across the country because of a misunderstanding Cassie had with her boss. And Cassie is the main inspiration for a series of insidious plans to take down their rival company. The way Etter places her at this exact moment in time increases the intensity of the story and drives the action hard. Because we feel badly for Cassie and also because we’re appalled by her, the story feels richer than it would have with a more passive protagonist.

The city around Cassie is also exceedingly well rendered. From the man living below her window to increasingly unaffordable rents, to the luxuries Cassie and her friends allow themselves to salve their feelings about the lives they are living, it was all too familiar and also architected to make the reader feel uncomfortable enough about these tech Meccas we’re making to actually think about the worlds we’re building for a moment. Enough that when my husband mentioned Carly Simon’s “Let the River Run” when catching the sunrise glinting off the Seattle skyline the other morning I shuddered at thinking of what we’re worshipping in our new Jerusalem. It isn’t our shared humanity, but it isn’t too late, I hope, to find that again.

I strongly recommend you read Ripe as well. It’s the most insightful book I’ve read about where our cities (and the tech workers in them) are now, and it’s extraordinarily well crafted at the sentence level, too.

Begin Again by Oliver JeffersWell I’m off to re-watch Working Girl (did that to myself) and spend the next couple of weeks looking deeply into the eyes of the people I love most (and anyone else who will make eye contact). If you need a slightly more reassuring nudge towards pulling back to make the kind of world you want to live in, Begin Again by Oliver Jeffers brought me a lot of comfort in a hellish week at work. It’s a book for kids and anyone who wants to play a part, no matter how small, in making this planet a better place to be. My pledge to myself over the holiday break is to learn the name of at least one counter person at our new bakery, no matter how many pastries I have to eat to get up the courage to do that. If you have a similar pledge, leave it in the comments (along with your name) and I will happily be your accountability partner. I wish you, your loved ones, and your perfect strangers peace and much love for now, for always.

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Cora’s Kitchen, The Equivalents, Lessons in Chemistry and Carving Out a Life Less Ordinary

August 12, 2023 by Isla McKetta, MFA Leave a Comment

If I knew the journey I’d be on once I opened the copy of Bonnie Garmus’s Lessons in Chemistry that my mom sent to me, I would have started reading it sooner. What I didn’t foresee is how Elizabeth Zott’s forceful way of being herself would lead me to the creative community of Maggie Doherty’s The Equivalents: A Story of Art, Female Friendship, and Liberation in the 1960s, which evolved naturally into reading Kimberly Garrett Brown’s Cora’s Kitchen, a book by someone I love. I didn’t know how much I’d learn about the feminist struggle or the reminders I’d find about what it takes to create and protect a creative life. It’s been an excellent journey and I’d love to share with you the highlights.

Elizabeth Zott and the Force of Will

lessons in chemistry - bonnie garmusThe hero of Lessons in Chemistry, Elizabeth Zott, is brilliant, accomplished, and under-recognized chemist in early 1960s America. While she has a deep understanding of chemistry, she is seemingly blind to a society that is trying to limit her from all angles—even though she brutally experiences those limitations over and over. I loved her hardheadedness (maybe my mom was trying to tell me something?) and the book was an all-too-familiar reminder of how many of the feminist (pronounced “women are people too, equally”) struggles of then still occur now. The story is engaging but this was not my favorite of these three books, I think in a lot of ways because while Zott stumbled her way to a better life by speaking to women’s intellect, marrying chemistry and cooking, and there were some happy triumphs, Garmus couldn’t rewrite the realities of society as a whole—sexist realities I’m still impatient to see resolved.

Anne Sexton, Maxine Kumin, Tillie Olsen and the Creative Life

the equivalents - maggie dohertyThe Equivalents was the perfect followup to Lessons in Chemistry because it’s a nonfictional account of women’s experiences during the same era. For example, I learned by reading this book that (the fictional) Zott filled much the same role as Betty Friedan when she published The Feminine Mystique, prompting women to see that the oppression they felt was part of a larger pattern. But I also read this book for the creative community—something that grew here from something called the Radcliffe Institute, an entity that was created for extraordinary women to take time away from their household duties and get back to the intellectual and artistic pursuits they may have abandoned. The spine of this narrative is the (pre-existing) friendship between Sexton and Kumin, two poets, mothers, and wives and how they navigated their complicated friendship while building a sustaining creative community with each other and others at Radcliffe.

Of particular interest to me about this book was the role of Tillie Olsen, a working class writer who tested the limits of what the Radcliffe Institute could do. Because she was a main source of income for her family (which had no generational wealth) and lived on another coast, she wasn’t really what the Institute was set up to support. But her friends helped her find her way in and she advocated for writers like her from the inside. I’m thinking a lot right now about the ways class can be a barrier to a creative career and it was helpful to me to see the ways Olsen challenged that (and the ways she couldn’t). Along with reinvigorating her own career (that had fallen prey to the need to feed herself and her family), she was especially interested in championing the work of women of color, another group that was not necessarily at the top of mind for the Institute. I also loved reading about how Olsen’s own marriage was more equal, with two creatives trying to support each other while getting by (an experience that mirrors my own).

There was something about the way the women’s struggles were positioned in The Equivalents that was easier for me to exist with. I think part of this is that I could see particular progress in each of their real lives and think about how that might be applied to now. Halfway through this book I remembered that I’d once dreamed of setting up a creative colony or residency of sorts and it’s all I can think of since. I don’t have the funds but I have the passion and I know what even a week away at a residency like Centrum (deadline for application on Tuesday!) can do for a creative person, particularly one with family and work responsibilities.

Cora James and the Complexities of Patronage

coras kitchen - kimberly garrett brownBecause women of color were really the ones with the least access to something like the Radcliffe Institute, I reached for Cora’s Kitchen next. I own this book because I went to school with the author and because we’ve kept up a friendship (although often too distant) ever since. I remember Kim describing the general idea of this book to me at a bar in D.C. during AWP in 2011 as I wept over my grandmother’s death that morning and Kim continued to pour me amazing wine. Although I saw her again at AWP in Seattle this year, I’ve had her book on my shelf for much longer than that and it was a joy to finally have the right occasion to open it.

Cora James is a Black mother and wife in Harlem in 1928. She works at a library and has an epistolary relationship with Langston Hughes, but she doesn’t really have time to fulfill her own creative dreams. Then she takes over her cousin’s job for a bit of time (because her cousin was beaten terribly by her husband) so her cousin won’t lose her job. What Cora finds during this time as a cook in a white household changes her life. The work is more menial but less constant and she is suddenly free to write for part of the day. The racial politics of the household are complicated and Cora makes an unexpected friend. Eventually Cora even finds a patron, someone who has the power to lift the burdens of running a family and a household (a burden her musician husband is not interested in sharing). The Awakening plays an important role in this book as Cora is also reflecting on literary models of women freeing themselves.

I won’t tell you more about what happens in the book because it’s beautifully complex and I’d spoil it by trying to reduce it. What I will say is there are moments I was afraid some of Cora’s relationships would be a crutch or that she’d fall into clichés, but Brown deftly navigates all of this, giving Cora the power and intelligence to create a life less ordinary for herself, despite the limitations of racism, sexism, and class.

Three Good Books, One Big Message

I guess I’m trying to work something out for myself. While I’m able to sign my own mortgage or get a credit card that’s not in my husband’s name, I still encounter sexism every day. While I have a very supportive partner with whom I can balance a family and the idea of creative lives for both of us, there’s never enough time or money to really dig into what we could be. While I’ve been grateful for the conversations about race that were pushed to the forefront during the pandemic, I’m devastated about how far we haven’t come there either. Wheel of progress long, etc. I am impatient for better. For women, for creatives, for people of color, and most of all for those of us who fall into more than one of those categories. I’m grateful to Brown, Doherty, and Garmus for reminding me I am not alone in my impatience and that I need to find ways to do more for myself and for others, when I can.

What are you doing to sustain a creative life? How do you keep your friends close? How do you pay for it? How are you helping others? Please inspire me in the comments.

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Jami Nakamura Lin Re-imagines Memoir in The Night Parade

July 15, 2023 by Isla McKetta, MFA Leave a Comment

Confession time. I am so indoctrinated into the Western way of storytelling with its Aristotelian plot arc that I forget I’m always looking for the next conflict and how that will get resolved. So when a book comes up that makes me fundamentally rethink that form AND it’s superbly written… well, let’s just say that reading The Night Parade: A Speculative Memoir by Jami Nakamura Lin was a deeply pleasurable education. To say that the memoir envelops stories about bipolar disorder, childbearing, and losing a parent to cancer feels reductive, because the book is so much more expansive than any other memoir I’ve read on any of these subjects. It’s a beautiful book that’s been upending my thinking ever since I first opened it last weekend.

Subverting the Expectations of Form

“I choose kishōtenketsu, the Japanese version of the four-part narrative structure that flows from Chinese poetry. I need something. I have too much story and not enough shape. I overflow my banks.” – Jami Nakamura Lin, The Night Parade

Throwing a literary form on a writing project can be a good way for a writer to organize themself and to kick-start their thinking. To see what is and is not working. It can also turn into a gimmick where they’re shaping the work to fit the form rather than finding the right form for the work. Instead, Lin wields form in The Night Parade as a tool to both unlock the narrative and to rethink assumptions.

I can’t speak to the kishōtenketsu form Lin uses (which I have no experience with), but I can tell you that the way she applies this structure feels natural and compelling. Which is to say the form definitely supports the work rather than the other way around. Lin explains each of the four parts as we encounter them in the book (in a similar gentle way to the quote above) which gives entry to those of us with little experience with Japanese literature. What worked best about this for me (among many things) was that she immediately subverted my expectations—I didn’t realize the weight that expecting the next conflict (as in the Aristotelian model) carries. Because I knew from the outset that this book is different, I was free to float along on the journey Lin is taking us on.

I wrote to a friend this weekend that, for a reality TV aficionado, The Night Parade is to the Great British Bake-off what most books are to Making the Cut. That itself is reductive, but it starts to hint at the gentle layers one can enjoy in a story when unnecessary drama is stripped away.

When the Art of Storytelling is the Story

“Each time you tell a story, you can manage the tale to fit your needs. You can gauge the audience’s reactions, alter the form or the tense or the point of view. With a little maneuvering, a little emphasis here and a little de-emphasis there, you can make an ending seem happier.” – Jami Nakamura Lin, The Night Parade

Lin is not only a master storyteller, the fact that she’s telling a story also becomes an important part of the writing. Throughout the book she inserts small breaks with the fourth wall, pulling back from the narrative enough to remind us that she is structuring this story and how. In lesser hands this could feel jarring. In The Night Parade it feels honest, like Lin is acknowledging how artificial our constructs are and bringing us in on the making so that we can see the nuances in the choices she’s making.

For a writer, this book is pure heaven because those moments are like the best conversations you’ve ever had with a really great editor. If you are a reader who doesn’t write, I think you will also enjoy these opportunities to learn more about the art of storytelling.

“She: a distancing. She: a way to get close. I’ve tried to tell this story so many times, but when I use I—when the girl is me—the story sputters in my mouth. Becomes too big or to small or too askew. It is wrong. I promise I am not telling this story like this to keep you away. I want to invite you in, the only way I know how.” – Jami Nakamura Lin, The Night Parade

The Mythologies We Inhabit

Lin bases each chapter of The Night Parade around a character from Japanese, Okinawan, or Taiwanese (the three strands of her geneology) folklore and then gently weaves the story around these tropes, forming juxtapositions it could take many re-readings to fully unpack.

“You are drawn to these myths because they change. Unlike static texts, folklore, legends, and oral histories are living tales that transmogrify with each subsequent retelling. We understand and understand again based on contemporary lenses and frameworks.” – Jami Nakamura Lin, The Night Parade

I loved that these mythologies existed fully enough in each section to function as their own stories. I imagine this is because Lin was learning them as she was writing and researching this book, but it also helped this reader more fully see the parallels between the mythologies and the family stories. I loved learning more about each of these characters and there were times I felt glimmers of understanding bits of what I had missed in reading about characters like these in the works of Sayaka Murata and Isabel Yap.

Humility is Underrated

Maybe it’s the gentleness of the form, the way that it made conflict feel secondary to experience, but The Night Parade felt like a deeply humble book. Don’t get me wrong, it takes a certain amount of ego for any writer to sit down and decide that their work belongs on the page, let alone that their life story is a story worthy of sharing. But “ego” doesn’t have to be pejorative. While this is Lin’s story and she fully embodies the narrative with her experiences an her analysis, she has also very carefully worked beyond herself to tell a larger story.

For example, Lin recounts the night of a teenage suicide attempt that got her hospitalized (one of the few times she goes deep into the more dramatic side of being bipolar) but she also includes nods to what the night may have done to her younger sisters. Rather than a blood-on-the-page recounting of individual trauma, Lin’s stories always exist in context—in the context of the reader, the context of her family, and the context of a world that is, in general, larger than each of us individuals.

I want to spend thousands of words describing the threads of this book to you—the strands of miscarriage, pregnancy, parenthood, childhood, a dying parent, exploring your roots in a culture that wants us all to blend—but I wouldn’t do as good of a job as Lin does and if you thought I was, you’d be robbed of the true beauty of reading this book for yourself. Trust me. When I tried to explain to my husband how much I loved this book I just cried all over our couch.

The Night Parade isn’t released until October, but you can pre-order it now. Meanwhile, I’ll be looking around for other things Lin has written, because I want more of her voice in my life.

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