7 Novels About Black People in Love

When I picked up Wuthering Heights for the first time I was at an age when I’d just started craving the drug it dealt: the first glimpse of the electric pleasure of wanting and being wanted. Here was a brand of love that came straight out of the murk, conjuring hell instead of heaven, yet, like all good stories, reading it felt like entering my own head. Love is universal after all, even if the way it grabs hold of each of us is achingly bespoke.  Wuthering Heights led me to Jane Eyre, and to Rebecca: books that burned themselves into memory while so much of the rest of the canon sank without a trace; books that were my companions as I charted my own path into adulthood.

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Yet those same books would have had me believe that black people had never been on the giving or receiving end of the kind of love that cuts two souls from the same cloth. Love might be universal, they whisper in a young black reader’s ear, but it isn’t meant for you. I’ve been haunted by this lack for as long as I’ve been haunted by the books themselves, because love is as much a measure of humanity as storytelling (which is why for a long time only certain types of people got to do both). So when I started writing my own novel, The Confessions of Frannie Langton, about a love affair between a Jamaican maid and her mistress in Georgian London, I wanted to forge the same fever-pitch of lust and madness that had slapped me awake on reading those classic gothic romances. My protagonist, Frannie Langton, would be a black woman in the 19th century, but she would also be educated, passionate, angry–and, most importantly, in love.

Sadly, “classic” novels about black people in love have been all too rare. Here are seven of my favorites.

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Janie’s desire for “self-revelation” withers through two stale marriages until Teacake leads her through the Florida Everglades into adventure and friendship, and a kind of lust-charged peace: “He drifted off into sleep and Janie looked down at him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out of its hiding place.” But, if it’s love they find together, it’s the kind that straddles the fault-lines of male pride. Teacake, like Rochester and Heathcliff before him, doesn’t withstand close inspection as a romantic hero, not after we’re told that: “Being able to whip her reassured him in possession”. The turbulence at work beneath Janie and Teacake’s love spins it from bright to dark, but her journey  “to the horizon and back” teaches her that “Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.”

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

Shug Avery is the fancy woman of Celie’s abusive husband, and she comes into Celie’s life with a smile “like a razor opening,” smiting her hard. Has a love story ever had a more auspicious start? Shug and Avery’s erotic connection is rendered in language made needle-thin by pure want: “I look at her and touch it with my finger. A little shiver go through me. Nothing much. Just enough.” So powerful is this book that every time I get to this sentence I want to set it down and weep: “Us kiss and kiss til us can’t hardly kiss no more. Then us touch each other.” Celie finds the audacity to love not only her husband’s erstwhile mistress but also herself.

Giovanni's Room

Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin

Giovanni’s Room has cheated its way onto this list, since no one in the novel is black, but it’s one of the best love stories of all time, and written by a black writer, which is my excuse. David, a disenchanted American in Paris, plunges into a luminous affair with Giovanni, an Italian bartender: “He pulled me against him, putting himself in my arms as though he were giving me himself to carry…” Their interlude in Giovanni’s room is bookended by tragedy. David tells us at the start that Giovanni is “about to perish, sometime between this night and this morning, on the guillotine”. Yet we read on breathlessly, desperate for things to come good, every word as urgent as this exhortation from David’s quasi-friend, Jacques: “…love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?”

Whatever Happened to Interracial Love by Kathleen Collins 

In “Stepping Back,” a woman contemplates a potential new lover, describing herself as “the first colored woman he ever seriously considered loving.” The pair (both “colored”)  have each cultivated their tastes and behavior to make themselves seem and feel exceptional compared to other “colored” people. On the brink of honest desire, exchanging “soft kisses”, the woman pulls away. It’s an elliptical moment: “stepping back…retreating…In the face of our delicacy, our…how could I occupy the splendid four poster bed?” She has hidden so much behind her careful mask that she cannot reveal herself. Most of the stories in this collection serve as a commentary on the absence or impossibility of love, when it’s blunted by questions about the differences between people: “What of that nubile, fleeting sensation, when one is color-blind, religion-blind, name-, age-, aid-, vital statistics- blind?”

Jazz by Toni Morrison

Jazz by Toni Morrison

Is Jazz a love story? I would argue that it is, if we’re talking about love in the Toni Morrison sense, the kind that can’t be uncoupled from the history which soaks it in blood, madness and rage. Joe Trace loves Dorcas, his 18-year-old mistress, with “one of those deep-down spooky loves that made him so sad and happy he shot her just to keep the feeling going.” His wife, Violet, loves him so much she “went to the funeral to see the girl and to cut her dead face.” The love in this book is enraged, or adulterous, or homicidal, the kind that, if it doesn’t kill you, kicks you in the teeth. But even that kind of love can redeem, and be redeemed: “I like your fingers on and on, lifting, turning. I have watched your face for a long time now, and missed your eyes when you went away from me. Talking to you and hearing you answer – that’s the kick.

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Beloved by Toni Morrison

A novel about maternal love, but there’s a glimmer of soul-cleaving love in whatever brings Paul D to visit Sethe, and keeps him there. When he muses on his friend Sixo’s affection for the Thirty-Mile Woman — “She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order” — we hope that may be the kind of love Sethe and Paul D can give each other.

Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie 

Ifemelu and Obinze are high school sweethearts torn apart by misunderstanding, by grief, by his marriage to another, by the cruel geography taught to those forced to leave home in search of education or opportunity. The loneliness of their separation is interweaved with the twin shock of their experiences as immigrants–she in America, he in England. This novel is pitch-perfect on how loving someone is a knife-sharp risk: “Each [memory] brought with it a sense of unassailable loss, a great burden hurtling towards her, and she wished she could duck, lower herself so that it would bypass her, so that she would save herself. Love was a kind of grief.”

Julia Child Was a Champion for Reproductive Rights

People who have never cooked a single recipe of Julia Child’s have still heard about that time she dropped and re-plated a chicken on live TV. That the dish was actually a potato pancake and only a few pieces fell onto the stovetop is representative of how mythic Child has become, a towering cultural icon in all senses of the word. Beyond the approachability of Child’s pragmatic advice for the fallen pancake (pick it up if no one else is in the kitchen), people love this anecdote because it’s so unscripted. We feel we’re seeing the “real” Julia Child.

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The interviews in Julia Child: The Last Interview, collected for Melville House, offer the same pleasure. They span her career, starting in 1961 and ending with the titular final interview she gave in 2004, and allow us to see Child speaking passionately and spontaneously about topics from how to flute a mushroom to women’s reproductive rights. As Helen Rosner, the James Beard award-winning writer and current food correspondent for the New Yorker, writes in her wonderful introduction, “The six interviews in this volume together tell a richly dimensional story of how Julia McWilliams–a talky California girl, intelligent and outgoing and a gawky six-foot something–would grow to become Julia Child.”

I had the chance to sit down with Rosner at Caffe Reggio in the West Village and talk about the many sides of Julia Child, from her liberal politics and abhorrence of McCarthyism to why she always insisted on being called a teacher.     


Carrie Mullins: I’m excited to talk about this book! I’ve worked in food writing for a long time and I’m a huge fan of Julia’s, but these interviews were new to me. Can you tell me a little about how the project came about?

Helen Rosner: The book is part of this really wonderful series that Melville House does called The Last Interview that has all kinds of incredible cultural figures like James Baldwin and Kurt Vonnegut.  I know that they had already had Julia in the works, and an editor reached out to me and asked if I would write the introduction for it, which was really exciting. I mean it’s impossible to exist within the culinary world and not feel the presence of Julia Child and her legacy.

But I think that, like any titanic cultural figure, there is a sort of cachet to saying Julia’s overrated or not being into her. There appears to be a path to coolness to say she’s not as great as everyone says she is, or she doesn’t deserve the acclaim. I have never been one of those people. I think she was astonishingly influential. Her influence was in part a product of timing—the cultural trajectory of America in the 20th century—but her talent and her skill and her sweetness as a writer and a marketer and what we would now think of as a brand builder, was incredible. So to have the opportunity to take stock of her as a person and to put that in the context of these interviews which truly span her career—I think there is one of the first radio interviews that she gave when Mastering the Art had just been published all the way through to, as the title says, the very last interview she gave before her death—well, what a joy to be able to be part of that.

CM: What comes across in these interviews is how modern she was. Did you know much about her politics before reading them?

Julia Child was a very big supporter of Planned Parenthood.

HR: Yes and no. I would not qualify myself as a Julia Child scholar, I’m a fan. I’m also someone whose entire profession exists on a trail that she blazed, so to not know about her would be like professional malpractice on my part. I knew that she was a very big supporter of Planned Parenthood.

CM: I didn’t know that before reading these interviews. How vocal was she about the cause?

HR: She was exceptionally vocal, especially for someone of her public stature. What was interesting, especially with her support for reproductive rights, was that she and her husband really wanted to have children and never could. It’s really important to acknowledge, though, that she also talked about things we now understand to be coded references to racism or ableism—she talks about crack mothers, or how wouldn’t you want to abort a fetus if you knew it was mentally handicapped—things we now understand are an abhorrent way to think about reproductive rights.

CM: So she was progressive, but to a point?

HR: Right, and that was very of the time, that was the message Planned Parenthood was talking about in the 70s and 80s too. She had a very white and privileged perspective but at the same time her support of it wasn’t limited to those aspects that we now understand to be problematic. She was a famous woman who had eclipsed her husband in notoriety and earning power. She knew the importance to a woman’s life of being free from unwanted pregnancy. She had a contentious relationship with the word feminism and at various points pushed back on defining herself as a feminist, which again feels very of that time, but if you look at her actions she clearly was what we’d understand today to be a feminist. And she talked a lot about women’s lib, it was a movement that she was incredibly comfortable with. She talked a lot about “us women” and what “we women” have to do.

Child knew the importance to a woman’s life of being free from unwanted pregnancy.

I remember she was teaching a cooking class in Memphis, Tennessee, over the course of three or four days, and every day she was picketed outside the venue by protesters. She was really affected by it. She talks about it in an interview in the book, and she spoke about it really often afterwards. I think it was this sense of not only her discomfort and her frustration at the feeling that her beliefs and her actions were a subject of protest, but also just her horror at what she saw as an incredibly myopic, obsessive campaign to shut down anybody who was looking to aid reproductive freedom for women. She wound up writing about it in one of her columns in Parade magazine and readers started writing in like, keep your politics away from food. You know for the last three years, I think I get five emails a week from people being like, stick to food, you know? There is no path that any of us is walking now that Julia didn’t walk first.

CM: One of the things I find so interesting about Julia is how long it took her to write Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Those people who minimize her, they’re ignoring so much work, the years of research that she did.

HR: Yeah, I think that she definitely thought of her work as teaching and she was really academically interested in the pedagogy. It wasn’t just, you know, “I love food.” She was interested in how to transmit information. How do you transmit in writing a physical action? She went into TV because it added a whole other sensory vector for this thing that she was communicating and really passionate about teaching. I think there is something really compelling about that pedagogical posture: I’m teaching you this because I was also a student, as opposed to, I have some divinely inspired complete knowledge that you will never have, which I think is the attitude a lot of people, especially today, have writing cookbooks. Not that they’re setting out to have this vicious narcissism, but there is always this sense that these skills and dishes and lifestyle are a fait accompli, either you live it or you don’t.

Julia spoke very directly to you, the person who was reading or watching, and said, here’s who you are and what you know and let me help to push that farther. That’s rare, to find a cookbook or show that teaches in the way that she teaches. I think that’s why people get so excited about Samin Nosrat’s Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat, because that’s a teaching cookbook. It teaches in a conversational, passionate way where its primary concern isn’t showing off how intelligent Samin is, though of course that becomes abundantly clear. The goal of the cookbook is to make sure that you leave your experience measurably more confident and with a better vocabulary to do in the kitchen what you want to do.

CM: Julia’s attitude towards the home cook was, you don’t know how to do this and that’s fine. I don’t expect you know how to do this. She met people where they were.

Child wrote about reproductive freedom in her column and readers started writing in ‘keep your politics away from food.’

HR: Right. She didn’t assume that a lack of knowledge was a moral failure. If you’re a woman in your kitchen and it’s 1963 and you’re like, I don’t know what I’m doing, then she shows up with this book and says, here are some tricks. Part of what took Mastering the Art so long was its size and its comprehensiveness. This idea, we’re going to explain every step along the way, basically never existed before. It was incredibly democratizing.

CM: Did you choose the interviews in the book or did Melville House?

HR: No, they had chosen them before I signed on to do the intro, but honestly I don’t think I could have picked a better selection. It’s so wonderful, you get such a cross section of who she is, both in terms of time and interest. There is so much of cooking Julia, of course, but I loved the oral history one too.

CM: Yes! With Jewell Fenzi interviewing the wives of the foreign service agents. (The Foreign Affairs Oral History Project, Foreign Spouse Series, 1991)

HR: It’s so incredible that there is this oral history project about the wives that served. What a wonderful remedy to the erasure of women from that period of our foreign policy history. It’s so evident from their conversation that she (Julia) was so deeply involved and deeply passionate and so furious about McCarthyism. She was so invested in the notion of a good United States of America and so wounded by the people and practices that steered it away from what she thought was the course of righteousness.

CM: The McCarthy episode was really fascinating—I mean her husband was brought to DC from Germany and accused of being gay and a communist.

It’s impossible to exist within the culinary world and not feel the presence of Julia Child and her legacy.

HR: It’s unfortunate on a lot of levels. Another asterisk on her legacy is that she and Paul were casually homophobic. I mean they had a lot of friends who were gay, but they’d make glib comments. Her grandnephew Alex Prud’homme, in his book The French Chef in America, speculated about the rumors because it would be irresponsible not to. Their comments were probably in part a response to the fact they were so often accused themselves because she was very tall and broad shouldered and very independent, and he was small and dandily dressed and an artist. It was really affecting to her.

CM: For fans of Julia, what do you think will be the most surprising or interesting thing they’ll learn from this particular group of interviews?

HR: I think when we talk about fans of Julia, there is a small group of people who are fans of the complete Julia; fans of her as a cultural and historical figure who was one of the great women of history. And then there are people who are fans of the more Pinterest-y type. I don’t mean that in a dismissive way, but I think there is a model from Julie and Julia the movie, this fantasy of making a seven course French dinner for your family. That model of Julia fandom I think is much wider, the people who see her as like a precursor to Ina Garten–who also for the record has extensive CIA connections, and it’s interesting how so many of our incredible goddesses of domesticity maybe had access to nuclear codes. For those people, I would love them to read this book.

You know in broad strokes her biography, everyone knows she worked for the precursor to the CIA, but it’s what happens with these cultural figures— they get flattened a bit into caricature. Within these interviews, there is so much depth and so much of who she is. It’s interesting to hear anyone in the context of an interview. When you write, you can think forever about what you’re saying, you can revise and revise until the sentences are perfect. When you’re filming a TV show in front of a camera, you have a script. But when you’re sitting next to someone with a recorder in front of you, it ends up being natural. You can’t hide the quirks in your language and you don’t get to go back and revise the sentence to make it prettier. It’s rare and wonderful to see Julia in these moments where she is disarmingly intimate and candid and it’s exactly who she really is. It’s not that far off from who she was on the page or in front of the TV camera, but it’s enough of a difference that you can see how her intelligence glitters around everything that she does, and you can see her frustrations, how she’s motivated sometimes by anger. It’s wonderful. She’s hugely famous, a legend, and it’s so wonderful to be like oh, she totally deserved that.

What to Read Now That “Game of Thrones” Is Over

HBO’s Game of Thrones has come to an end, but if you’re not ready to leave Westeros, at least you can read the book series it’s based on, right? Lol nope: fans have been waiting for George R. R. Martin to complete the A Song of Ice and Fire series since 2011, when he released book five (A Dance with Dragons). Even getting those five books done took 15 years. To be fair, the books are hefty, so you have nearly 1.8 million words to sate your Game of Thrones thirst—but then what?

Fortunately, Martin isn’t the only writer working with the themes Thrones viewers love, so the end of the show (and the delayed completion of the series) gives readers and viewers an opportunity to look to new authors and new stories. At its best, ASOIAF is both a page-turning adventure and a revisionist fantasy, surfacing some of the hard questions underneath the tropes of the genre. Who has a legitimate claim on power, and what can they do with it? How does the past determine and constrain today? How can women exert power in a cruel and oppressive world? How do personal relationships shape politics, and vice-versa? These are vital questions about our own world, but works of speculative fiction like Martin’s give us the chance to approach them from a new angle. The following works span genres, but all take a deeper dive into the themes that animate Game of Thrones.

Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor

Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor

In many ways, Okorafor’s Who Fears Death follows a classic fantasy structure: a young woman with mysterious origins discovers her special powers and embarks on a high-stakes mission to set the past right. Okorafor sets her story in a surreal desert in a bleak future Africa, where protagonist Onyesonwu lives among a community beset by genocidal enemies. A recurrent theme of ASOIAF is the way the violence of the past hangs as a shadow over the present; that’s explored in Who Fears Death, as Onyesonwu gets deeper into her magical training, and uncovers more of the truth about herself. It’s both dreamlike and brutal, a richly-defined world drawn from Okorafor’s fascination with African history and legend. Who Fears Death is under development for a series at HBO.

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers

One of the joys of ASOIAF is getting to explore a sprawling world through multiple perspectives. Chambers takes this to a galactic dimension in this fast-reading, vivid novel. Along the way to the small angry planet in question, the crew of a spaceship called the Wayfarer travels through an incredibly detailed universe, an interstellar society in which humans are a junior partner. We get to learn how people in this universe—human, nonhuman, and even robotic—live, love, and fight. The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet is absorbing and fun—easy to get into and hard to put down.

Circe by Madeline Miller

Circe by Madeline Miller

Martin uses the world of Westeros to unpack the ugly and unjust implications of heroic fantasy tropes. Madeline Miller uses her remarkable Circe to do the same for Greek mythology. As in ASOIAF, the stakes of the events are both world-historical and deeply personal; that’s just as true in Circe, where disputes and relationships among immortal gods and demigods are as vicious and petty and capricious as the internal politics of a small town. Through the eyes of the title character, a witch exiled by her divine family, we see the horror hiding behind the stories of the legendary heroes, especially Odysseus. In Circe’s world, men win glory by abuses of power, and gods are distinguished from men primarily by the extraordinary levels of power they can abuse. It’s a work of vivid detail, deep emotion and sharp sociological insight, a stunning new take on familiar stories.

The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin

The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin

In Westeros, the seasons vary erratically, bringing dangerous and magically-charged winters at unpredictable intervals. In Jemisin’s Broken Earth series, the world is beset by even more catastrophic risk, with the constant threat of earthquakes and volcanic activity rising at times to threaten all of life and shape societies around the effort to survive. Those who can control the earth’s devastating seismic activity are vital to civilization, yet hated and feared. The first book in the series, The Fifth Season, is a feat of high difficulty, astonishingly well executed. It’s a grim but addictively readable saga, built of interlocking storylines that reveal a complex, incredibly well-defined world. (To get a sense of how deeply Jemisin thinks about the worlds she creates, check out her interview with Ezra Klein.) Jemisin pulled off a never-before-seen feat of a Hugo three-peat, with every book in the series taking home the prize for best novel, and with good reason: it’s a fully realized, emotionally gripping work with a lot to say about oppression and power in our own world.

Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel

Wolf Hall and Bringing Up the Bodies by Hilary Mantel

Cersei Lannister wasn’t the first monarch to blow up a religious establishment to settle a personal matter. Mantel’s award-winning series looks into the court of Henry VIII through the eyes of Henry’s consigliere, Thomas Cromwell, a very modern man in a very medieval world. In the first two books of a planned trilogy, Cromwell helps engineer the end of the king’s first marriage and his second, upending the kingdom’s religious life in the process. The lines between divine command, statecraft, and interpersonal drama are blurred as Cromwell attempts to manage Henry’s capricious demands and settle his own scores. (The BBC miniseries, which covers the events of both books, is also terrific.)

Isabella the Warrior Queen by Kirstin Downey

Isabella, the Warrior Queen by Kirstin Downey

Martin drew the inspiration for his books on medieval European history, with its clashes of armies, faiths and families. In her readable, in-depth biography, Downey makes the case that Isabella is one of the most significant figures of the past millennium. Like many members of Martin’s sprawling cast, Isabella lived in a male-dominated world but rose to the heights of power. Her ambition, fanatical devotion to the Catholic Church, and canny understanding of the ways of power make her a fascinating character. On her watch, Spain went from a fractured set of squabbling kingdoms to Europe’s dominant power and a truly global empire, with long-lasting and bloody consequences.

God is a Twelve-Year-Old Girl

The following story was chosen by Kelly Link as the winner of the 2019 Stella Kupferberg Memorial Short Story Prize. The prize is awarded annually by Selected Shorts and a guest author judge. The winning entry receives $1000, a 10-week writing course with Gotham Writers Workshop and publication in Electric Literature. The winning work will also be performed live on Selected Shorts at Symphony Space in Manhattan on June 12, 2019.

Eugenie is Anointed

Like every Witness kid, Eugenie knows there are a limited number of future angels: 144,000, each alerted to their status while still on Earth, in a quiet but unpredictable way. Eugenie finds out as she drops a pork chop into a bag of seasoned flour. When Sofia, her stepmother, starts shaking the paper bag, Eugenie understands that God has chosen her: her chest tightens, and the knowledge thuds into her brain as clear and unchangeable as the date of her birth. At twelve, she is considered to be unreliable or mistaken much of the time, and she hesitates to mention her news. She pours a half inch of peanut oil into the skillet, then washes her hands and dries them on her shirt.

“What do you have against aprons?” Sofia says.        

“What do you have against aprons?”

Sofia clucks her tongue. “Your father doesn’t like it when you echo.”

“I know,” Eugenie says.

This is Sofia’s disapproval at its strongest. When Eugenie’s father married Sofia, he ceded the disciplinary responsibilities to his wife, who turned out to dislike his methods. Wet your bed? Go stand in the corner. Talk back? Wear a strip of tape over your mouth. Sofia preferred to send Eugenie to her room to “think,” where, inevitably, Eugenie fell asleep on her bed.

But he isn’t mean, her dad. He saves sea glass for her in shoeboxes, sorted by color. He gave her a silver-plated necklace in the shape of a heart.

They eat in front of 60 Minutes: pork chops and rice with gravy, cabbage, canned fruit cocktail. Sofia, almost eight months pregnant, finishes the rice right out of the pot with a serving spoon, her GED study guide open on her lap. The ceiling fan makes small ripples in the skirt of her caftan. It’s hot as Hades, she used to say, until Eugenie’s father overheard her and told her to stop.

“Let’s go for a swim,” Sofia says, eyes closed.

Eugenie shudders.

“There’s still that dead animal we saw yesterday.”

“I think it’s just a field mouse.”

“It smells terrible.”

“That’s why they don’t make perfume out of a drowned field mouse.” Sofia stands up, holding her belly. “We’ll just scoop it out with the net.”

The back porch light is burned out, so they take a flashlight. Eugenie steps on what turns out to be a nectarine pit. She examines her upturned foot in the flashlight beam, then zigzags the beam across the surface of the water. Her head feels stuffed with questions – do angels have blood, and can they feel water, and what do they eat, and has there ever been an instance of two anointed congregants in one family? She looks at Sofia, who has started plunging the net into the shallow end of the pool, hoping to find the mouse by chance. Eugenie gags at a wave of rotten, wet-wool odor.

“It smells like –”

“Shhh.” Sofia shakes the net. “I’m concentrating.”

Which of the five senses, if any, does an angel get to keep? Eugenie hates her own stupid questions. She sits on the edge of the diving board and dips her feet into the pool, half-hoping the mouse will brush against her toes, because Sofia wants so badly to find it.

“Forget the flashlight.” Sofia’s out of breath. “It’s useless.”

Eugenie drops the light and lies back on the board. Her father is an elder in the congregation, and sometimes she brings her questions to him. If she asks about this, she already knows what he’ll say: some variation of You think you’re special? She doesn’t. She is stringy-haired and terrible at math. Someone at school told her that her breath smells like whole milk – not just milk but whole milk, as if she exhales a kind of fattiness. She gets so bored in meetings at the Kingdom Hall that she makes up secret meanings for Biblical words: Lasciviousness is spun sugar. Lamentations are harps or wind-chimes. Harlot is the perfect name for a flower.

She is not special, and she does not want to be anointed; she has plans for earthly paradise after Armageddon. She has plans to help Sofia with the baby. She has plans to pick berries and eat them without washing them first; her father has assured her that this will be possible in paradise. I am not special, she thinks, then decides to pray – to remind God, who seems to have made what is surely His first mistake.

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The Original “Sex Strike” Was a Farce and This One Is Too

Aristophanes’ Lysistrata was first staged in Athens over 24 centuries ago, yet its famous plot has cast a long shadow. In the play, an Athenian woman named Lysistrata organizes a Panhellenic league of wives and successfully convinces them to deny their husbands sex until the men agree to end the protracted Peloponnesian War. This heavily absurd—yet still quite amusing—comedic plot resurfaces periodically (in both life and art) as a genuine call to action. Its latest incarnation is Alyssa Milano’s attempt (on Twitter and in a subsequent op-ed) to rally American women to a nationwide sex strike. Her call came in the wake of Georgia governor Brian Kemp signing a fetal “heartbeat” bill that would essentially outlaw abortion in the state, which was shortly followed by an Alabama law that bans abortion outright, including in cases of rape or incest. These laws have as their ultimate goal the toppling of Roe v. Wade.

Why, women wondered, should we adopt an abstinence approach that anti-abortion advocates would gleefully commend?

Critical responses to Milano were swift to come. Pro-choice feminists rightly criticized the exclusive focus on heterosexual, cisgender women and men to the exclusion of LGBT+ voices, and the (ironic) framing of heterosexual sex as female labor in service to male pleasure. Why, many women wondered, should we give up something we enjoy and adopt an abstinence approach that anti-abortion advocates would (and did) gleefully commend? The strike also defies logic insofar as women are not a homogeneous group—these abortion bans have the support of many women, especially white conservative women, who will have no qualms about crossing this or any picket line. (In fact, most of the men who would need to take action against these laws would likely see little effect from such a strike.) Women sponsor these bills and indeed sign them into law.

Such shortcomings and oversights are in fact already present in Lysistrata’s sex strike—as part of its comedy. The play’s plot has to make some convenient and rather glaring omissions that do not accord with well-documented practices of ancient Greek sexuality. In a city famous for its male homoeroticism and its pederastic relationships, why can the husbands not simply have sex with young men? Classical Athens was also a slaveholding society, and a man had full sexual access to his slaves, whether men or women—but enslaved people are curiously absent from the play. Prostitution, moreover, was perfectly legal, and sex workers—often themselves enslaved and trafficked—would have had virtually no agency to refuse.

Sex with one’s legitimate wife was in truth only one of an array of sexual options that men—at least free citizen men—had. In the courtroom speech Against Neaera, written about 50 years after Lysistrata, the speaker Apollodorus carefully demarcates wives from other women whose sexual use is primarily for enjoyment: “Prostitutes we keep for pleasure, concubines for daily attendance upon our person, but wives for the procreation of legitimate children and to be the faithful guardians of our households.” The idea that men would be pining away sexually for their wives and only their wives is fanciful and, when staged in comedy, highly amusing—as are some of the logical leaps that have to be made to make sense of Alyssa Milano’s sex-strike.

In Aristophanes’ play, the strike is a patent absurdity—it is the stuff of comedy.

In Aristophanes’ play, the strike is therefore a patent absurdity—it is the stuff of comedy, a plot device meant to spill us out of our seats with uproarious laughter. Its absurdity defines its genre; there is a ludicrous, impossible idea at the heart of nearly all Aristophanic comedy. In Peace, the Athenian farmer Trygaeus rides a gigantic dung beetle to Olympus to urge the gods to end the Peloponnesian War. In Birds, a clever man named Peisetaerus founds a bird city in the sky and becomes the new Zeus. In Ecclesiazusae, the women of Athens (gasp!) take over the Assembly and thus political control of the city. The idea that women might similarly take control of their bodies and their sexuality speaks to the topsy-turvy world that ancient comedy performs before setting it right.

As a literal roadmap for 21st century activism, Lysistrata’s sex strike falls short. The play in fact endorses stereotypes about female sexual license that are still invoked by anti-abortion activists. In this view, women are so hypersexual that they can barely restrain themselves from fucking irresponsibly at every turn—they require patriarchal control. This is why, after the women have sworn oaths to abstain, Lysistrata does not let them go home to arouse their husbands with sexy lingerie (the original plan) but instead leads them behind the barred Acropolis. She must keep them away from their men, and even then they hatch plans to escape. As Lysistrata says of the women, “I’ll make it short: they’re dying to get laid.” Much of the play’s humor arises, as the Greeks would have seen it, from watching women attempt to maintain sexual self-control and men, thought to be more disciplined, lose theirs.

This basic premise about the essential unruliness of female sexuality permeated ancient Greek thought and life. It explains why the lives of (especially elite) women were often spent in seclusion within the women’s quarters of the home—this wasn’t to protect women from the outside but to protect the outside from women, whose sexual voracity could lead them into liaisons with off-limits men. A woman who acted on her sexual desires threatened the authority of her husband within the household and the state. In a city wherein citizenship was passed down through both the mother and the father and naturalization was nearly unheard-of, the female womb was subject to intense regulation.

Such fears about female sexuality also motivate many of those opposed to abortion rights today. Their constant advocacy of abstinence-only education and their high valuation of female sexual purity treats abortion as fundamentally a byproduct of women’s dangerous libidos. They constantly suggest that if women would just stop having promiscuous sex outside of wedlock (especially premarital sex), there would be no need for abortion. This is why Milano’s recommendation to abstain gave abortion opponents cause to celebrate, if only mockingly.

In Aristophanes’ play, Lysistrata is only successful because she herself exhibits no sexuality at all. She makes no mention of her own husband, and she vocally affirms the play’s stereotypes of women: “Oh, what a low and shameless race we are! / No wonder men write tragedies about us.” She is most likely a human embodiment of Athena herself, the famously asexual virgin goddess and patron deity of Athens. Both Athena and Lysistrata are exceptions to the presumed sexual lawlessness of women—as such, they are in fact gendered as masculine. The play’s male ambassadors hail Lysistrata, for example, as the “manliest” of women.

Rather than affirm the positive potential of female sexual agency, the play repeatedly upholds the notion that women’s desire must be checked by masculine control. Lysistrata’s sex strike ultimately fails to offer real strategies women can adopt today to assert their right to make decisions about their own bodies, and in fact the play echoes long-standing arguments that they should not have this right at all.

There are famously two plots in Lysistrata, and we need to be paying attention to the second.

And yet the play is by no means devoid of lessons for those seeking to empower women politically. They just require us to look beyond the sex strike plot, a gimmick that exists chiefly to elicit laughter. There are famously two plots in Lysistrata, and we need to be paying much more attention to the second, the takeover of the Acropolis.

This second plot is more deeply political, i.e. tied to the inner workings of the polis, the “city.” Aristophanes is perhaps the most political poet from Greco-Roman antiquity, and concerns about war, class, law, and justice permeate his comedies. He knows that for the women of Lysistrata to attain real power, it will take much more than a sex strike. It will require women to organize and take over political realms traditionally controlled and guarded by men. The play offers a lesson in concerted political action.

When Lysistrata takes her fellow conspirators to the Acropolis, it is not only to keep them away from their husbands. It is also because the Acropolis is the center of male monetary power. It is where the treasury is located, which is needed to fund the ships required for the continuation of the war. Asked by a (male) city magistrate why she has occupied the Acropolis, Lysistrata replies, “Confiscation of the money: / thus we put a stop to war.” The sex strike is only one front in a complex plan put in motion to strip official power from the men and put it in the hands of women. As Lysistrata tells the magistrate, “War is strictly for the women.” This alludes to and corrects the magistrate’s earlier use of a saying going all the way back to Homer’s Iliad: “War is strictly for the men.” Lysistrata has effectively overturned a longstanding pillar of masculine control, and she did not need to bargain with sex to do so.

Another realm of male power the women must seize is that of official speech. Throughout the Greco-Roman world, political speech was coded as masculine—women simply had no right to it at all. Only male citizens could speak in the Athenian Assembly, and in fact it was not acceptable for respectable women even to be named in most public situations. Lysistrata’s sex-strikers are aided by other groups of women who are not involved in the strike at all, particularly the city’s female elders, who form half of the play’s chorus and interact again and again with the male elders that make up the chorus’s other half. Their chief point of contention is not sex, but speech: “How’d you like to have your mouth shut?” the men ask. “Two or three punches ought to do it.” The women in turn assert their right to give the city “good advice” and cite their civic and religious contributions as giving them this right.

If sex is one prong in Lysistrata’s plan, it is because she aims to take over all the spheres that men traditionally control.

The traditional silencing of women is also central to Lysistrata’s own complaints to the magistrate: “All along we kept our silence, acquiesced as nice wives should…although we didn’t like it.” But now she has turned the tables on the men: “Want to hear some good advice? / Shut your mouth the way we used to, / let us save you from yourselves.” If sex is one prong in Lysistrata’s plan, it is not because she simply wants to make the men lose their minds with desire, but because she aims to take over all the spheres that men traditionally control—money, war, speech, and sex. And time after time these usurpations elicit male outrage and backlash.

Lysistrata in fact reveals how vigorously those benefitted by patriarchal systems will oppose women who defend their right to take part in the political process. In order to effect change, Lysistrata and her allies must challenge these patriarchal systems on multiple fronts, not through the sex-strike alone. This is true of all of the sex strikes often cited to prove the tactic’s efficacy. One well-known example, whose ties (or lack thereof) to Lysistrata have been nicely examined by Classicist Helen Morales, is the Women of Liberia Mass Action for Peace, organized in 2003 by Leymah Gbowee to end the Second Liberian Civil War. Crucially, this involved not only a sex strike but also a series of non-violent protests by a coalition of Muslim and Christian women. Their actions were effective and helped to usher in the first female head of state in Africa, Ellen Johnson Sirleaf. As Gbowee would later state, “It took three years of community awareness, sit-ins, and nonviolent demonstrations staged by ordinary ‘market women’….The sex-strike had little or no practical effect, but it was extremely valuable in getting us media attention.” In the end, it was concerted and wide-ranging intervention by women into the political sphere that affected real change.

What Lysistrata can teach to modern feminists is the urgency of getting progressive women into official corridors of traditionally masculine power. The Georgia ban would have gone nowhere were the governor’s office occupied by Stacey Abrams, whose razor-thin loss likely resulted from a series of massive voter purges orchestrated by her opponent, Brian Kemp, who as Georgia secretary of state oversaw the very election in which he was a candidate. In Georgia’s state senate, 33 of the 56 members are white Republican men, and Republican Renee Unterman was the only woman to vote for the abortion bill. While it is undeniable that conservative white women are helping to enable the abortion ban in Alabama, it is also true that the 25 Republicans who voted for it in the state senate are all white men. Women must loosen the grip of power these men have on state legislatures—and in Georgia it is women of color (who make up 8 of the 13 female Democrats in the state senate) who are especially taking up this challenge.

A more fitting way for women and the men who support them to be inspired by Lysistrata is not to dive into a nonsensical sex strike but to contribute to those organizations that aim to get progressive women candidates elected, organizations such as Emily’s List, Emerge America, Run for Something, the DLCC, and Higher Heights for America. A more fitting way to be inspired by the play is to recognize that money is power and to contribute to the organizations doing the hard work on the ground. A more fitting way to be inspired by the play is to speak up in support of women’s rights rather than stay silent as these rights are chipped away and, perhaps more importantly, to listen when women speak about their reproductive experiences. To quote the play’s chorus of women, “We bear the children and deserve our say.”

But we must also know where to draw the line between the present and the past. Lysistrata may hold lessons for our time, but it is not a play of our time. It assumes patriarchy as the status quo, and once peace has been brokered between the warring (and comically ithyphallic) Athenians and Spartans, the women are again silenced and relegated to the domestic sphere, while male sexual prerogatives are restored. Lysistrata’s last words enjoin each of the men to “take his wife and go on home.” She then simply vanishes, while the men bombastically celebrate for over 130 more lines. The workings of the ancient theater also expose the actions of the play’s women as a clear dramatic fiction. Since women did not have the right to perform in public in Classical Athens, the play’s indelible heroine and her female allies were all performed by men. The protests Lysistrata makes against the silencing of women were authored and spoken by a man. The staging of the play reassured the audience (who were most likely all men) that their political power ultimately remained unthreatened.

The play posits provocative and pointed questions to those worried about threats to women’s rights today. Will we too see so much women’s progress wiped away? Will the old status quo reassert itself here as well? Where will the backlash to women’s political achievements lead? Who will have the last word of this act? I do not yet know the answers to these questions, but I do know that those working to disempower me are far more threatened by my vote and my voice than by anything I do in the bedroom.

15 Novels That Take Place in a Single Day

Each year, we are asked to take stock of ourselves — what, in the last 365 days, have we done to improve ourselves? Destroy ourselves? How have we changed–for better or for worse? Tremendous change can, and often does, happen with each rotation around the sun but we often forget that occurrences worthy of deep reflection can take place in as little as 24 hours. Discoveries–internal and external–are made, thoughts are altered, resolutions are endeavored, journeys both begin and end. From unexpected romances to mental breakdowns, here are 15 books that remind us how substantial the events of a single day can be.

Ulysses by James Joyce

Ulysses by James Joyce

Leopold Bloom is a Jewish advertising canvasser whose thoughts are consumed by his wife’s infidelity. Stephen Dedalus is an aspiring poet. Ulysses follows the pair as they go about their day, at first separately as strangers and then together wandering aimlessly through Dublin.

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

Clarissa Dalloway is an upper-class woman who is preparing a dinner party for her Parliament member husband. Like Joyce’s Ulysses, Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway employs a stream-of-conscious narrative and switches between characters–socialite Clarissa and shell-shocked war veteran Septimus. An introspective novel peppered with regret and anguish, Mrs. Dalloway explores the varying ways that depression manifests in different people.

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Lillian Boxfish Takes a Walk by Kathleen Rooney

On the eve of 1985, Lillian Boxfish is heading to a New Years Eve party in her mink coat and navy-blue fedora. On her 10-mile walk around Manhattan, the octogenarian is reminiscing about her past from a junior copywriter in the 1930s to the highest paid woman in advertising. Lillian Boxfish Takes a Walk is an ode to an ever-changing New York City.

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The Hours by Michael Cunningham

The Hours chronicles a single day in the lives of three different women across three different eras. In 1923, Virginia Woolf muses over the plot of Mrs. Dalloway. In the 1950s, pregnant housewife Laura Brown escapes to a local hotel to read, you guessed it, Mrs. Dalloway. In the present day, book editor Clarissa “Mrs. Dalloway” Vaughn plans a party for prize-winning poet Richard, a former-lover-turned-friend dying of AIDS.

One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn

One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Imprisoned on trumped-up charges of treason, Ivan Denisovich is serving ten years of hard labor in a Soviet gulag. One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich is a searing account that highlights life in a communist labor camp and the inmates’ struggle to retain humanity in the face of dehumanizing circumstances.

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Today Will Be Different by Maria Semple

Today Eleanor Flood will not be a mess. No. Today, Eleanor will have her shit together. Except she doesn’t. From her husband going on vacation he didn’t tell her about to a meeting-gone-so-wrong, Eleanor fields one mini-disaster to the next until a long simmering family secret threatens to erupt.

The Uncertain Hour by Jesse Browner

In Rome a.d. 66, aristocrat Titus Petronius has been falsely implicated in an assassination plot against Emperor Nero. Having chosen to commit suicide rather than submit to a dishonorable execution, Petronius invites his loved ones for a lavish final gathering. Death looming ever-present throughout, The Uncertain Hour is a reflective narrative that examines choices made in life and the restorative power of death.

A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood

A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood

George is English-born San Francisco-based professor coping with the death of his long-time partner Jim. Accompanying George through his daily routine and interactions with others, Christopher Isherwood’s A Single Man is a full and multi-layered depiction of grief in a gay relationship.  

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Molly Fox’s Birthday by Deirdre Madden

In Deirdre Madden’s novel, a nameless playwright housesits for her friend, the acclaimed actress Molly Fox. Searching for inspiration for her next play, the narrator reflects on her 20-year friendship with the homeowner. The novel takes place, as the title suggests on the invisible but ever-present Molly’s birthday, and explores how a once intimate friendship became estranged.

The Mezzanine by Nicholson Baker

The Mezzanine follows office worker Howie while on his lunch break. Much like his job, Howie’s thoughts seem mundane: shoelaces, plastic straws, the evolution of milk cartons. But as readers venture further into Nicholson Baker’s 135-page novel, they are allowed a glimpse into Howie’s more formative years with his meal-time musings acting as portals into his childhood and coming-of-age experiences.  

Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger

Franny Glass is falling apart. Frustrated by the ego of her professors and phoniness of her fellow students, Franny breaks down while at lunch with her college boyfriend. Crying in her family home, Franny is inconsolable and her older brother Zooey is tasked with diffusing the situation. What follows is an at first scathing but ultimately heartwarming exchange between the Glass family’s youngest children about religion, remembrance, and respect.

After Dark by Haruki Murakami

After Dark by Haruki Murakami

In Haruki Murakami’s eleventh book, Mari Asai wants only a late-night place to do some quiet studying. Minutes before midnight, the 19-year-old college student finds refuge in a 24-hour Denny’s. It’s not long, however, before her plans are deterred, books abandoned for the company of an attention-seeking trombonist, a “love hotel” owner,  a Chinese-speaking prostitute, and an escort-battering businessman with connections to her coma-inflicted sister. The streets of Japan as the backdrop, After Dark explores how places and the people that populate them transform after the sun sets.

Saturday by Ian McEwan

Saturday by Ian McEwan

For neurosurgeon Henry Perowne, Saturdays are restful and reflective, a day that typically consists of lazy love-making with his lawyer wife, squash with his colleague, and visits to his mother. On this particular Saturday, however, Henry’s usually pleasant routine is overcast with dread when a series of unsettling events snowball into an explosive conclusion. Set in a post-9/11 Britain, Ian McEwan’s novel explores the unpredictable and the tension that results from the protest against the 2003 invasion of Iraq.   

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick

It’s 2021, World War Terminus has plunged earth into a post-apocalyptic state and humans have colonized other planets with their human-passing android slaves. Cut to Rick Deckhard, a bounty hunter tasked with “retiring” androids  who have escaped servitude and live undetected among those that remain on earth. Inspiration for the Blade Runner franchise, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep follows Deckahard on a specific hunt, using his interactions with his prey to ask: “What makes humans human?”

The Sun Is Also a Star Movie Tie-in Edition by Nicola Yoon

The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon

New York City high schoolers Natasha Kingsley and Daniel Bae meet cute and fall madly in love with each other over the course of a single day, but there’s just one problem: Natasha and her family are being deported to Jamaica in twelve hours.

7 Dark Stories About Miniature People

When I was a little girl I loved stories about miniature people: first picture books about Tom Thumb and Thumbelina, then mighty Little My from Tove Janson’s Moomintroll books, Mistress Masham’s Respose by T.H. White, Rumer Godden’s The Dolls’ House, but above all,  The Borrowers series by Mary Norton. The tiny Borrower family lead a secret life inside the walls of old houses, and once discovered, light out into the enormous wilderness of the front yard and the field. I loved The Borrowers beyond all reason.

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In his memoir, C.S. Lewis describes his first experience of joy when, as a very young child, he first saw a miniature garden constructed by his older brother. He describes his feeling upon gazing on that tiny world as closest to “Milton’s ‘enormous bliss’ of Eden.” That’s it: the transcendent, numinous feeling of bliss upon an encounter with a miniature world.

The received wisdom is that children love stories about miniature people because they themselves are miniature people. But that doesn’t fully explain the intensity of this passion for the diminutive. Perhaps that “enormous bliss” can be explained by the concept of the uncanny valley. It’s the idea that things that appear almost human, but not quite, give us an eery jolt of recognition. The uncanny valley can elicit disgust, but for me, that uncanny, strangely familiar feeling when reading about tiny people turns the mundane magical. In 1917 literary theorist Victor Shklovsky wrote that poetry acts as a defamiliarization technique, “to make things unfamiliar,” so that we can really see and feel aspects of our existence as if for the first time. Tiny people are like tiny poems that remind us about what it means to be human.

And some of these tiny poems are definitely not for children. Narratives about miniature people can tell complicated, grown-up stories about pleasure and power, about what happens when ferocity is compressed into a very small space, about the ways love is imbricated with cruelty, about the uncomfortable side of that “enormous bliss.” Here, I give you seven stories of miniature people for adults that I hope will bring you enormous (uncanny, uncomfortable) bliss.

“The Diamond Lens” by Fitz James O’Brien

As a child, Linley, destined to become a mad scientist, finds his enormous bliss in the marvels under a microscope. He’s the main character in “The Diamond Lens,” written by Fitz James O’Brien and published in The Atlantic Monthly in 1858. O’Brien is a practitioner of what was then called Scientific Romance in the vein of Jules Verne or H.G. Wells. The story’s charms come from its 19th century mix of melodrama with the vision of the limitlessness possibilities of scientific discovery, including the “‘science”’ of speaking to the dead and finding a microscopic heaven. The story simmers along from spiritualism to theft to murder, with some ugly antisemitism along the way, and reaches the boiling point when Linley discovers a woman with “suave and enchanting curves” in a drop of water. Linley names her an “animalcule” and falls in love. You can probably guess this love story will not end well.

“Domestic Appliance” by Jennifer Fliss

Jennifer Fliss’ contemporary story “Domestic Appliance” is also about the doomed love between a big man and a tiny woman, but here we find ourselves in the point of view of a woman who lives in a suburban stainless steel refrigerator and sleeps on a stick of butter. The tiny woman’s life in the refrigerator is antically rendered—she “stares into a (pickle) jar for hours” and “avoided the condiments” but she is a domestic captive, a miniature metaphor for the suburban wife who owns the refrigerator. Little woman and big woman both love the same untrustworthy man, and neither of them escape before the door slams shut.

“Suburbia!” by Amy Silverberg

The diminishing effects of suburbia is also a theme in Amy Silverberg’s “Suburbia!” first published in the Southern Review and republished in Best American Short Stories, 2018.  A father bets his daughter she will leave home at eighteen and never return. If she returns, she loses the bet. A week after her eighteenth birthday, an age when she is “an egg balanced on a spoon,” the girl’s father hands her two wads of cash, puts her on a train, and she is sent off to seek her fortune. I don’t want to give away too much of this story that manages to be both buoyant and sad at the same time, but its surprisingly tiny end allows us to see “the way the past and the future could both shrink down to a manageable size, like a pill to be swallowed, or the head of a match.”

Willful Creatures by Aimee Bender

“End of the Line” by Aimee Bender

The complicated power of laughter is at the heart of a trio of stories about miniature people. Aimee Bender’s “End of the Line,” (made into a 14 minute film by Jessica Sanders) from her collection Willful Creatures begins: “The man went to the pet store to buy himself a little man to keep him company.” In this disturbing captivity narrative there are only two characters, a lonely, big man and the little man he’s caged. At first the big man laughs and laughs at the little man, but when the little man proves to have a wife and children, to have travelled, to be better at numbers, to emit his own high-pitched laughter, in fact to have a ‘bigger’ life than the lonely big man does, the big man begins torturing the little man. But the little man practices passive resistance: “A man familiar with pain has entered a new kind of freedom,” and, as in all these stories, the tiny character turns out to have his own surprising power.

The Miniature Wife by Manuel Gonzales

“The Miniature Wife” by Manuel Gonzales

“The Miniature Wife” brings to mind Margaret Atwood’s famous statement: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” A man’s wife laughs at him too often, so he shrinks her with a device he stole from work. He reassures his outraged spouse that “he would take care of her now…He wondered if this could be the answer to all their marital woes?” It isn’t. When he is still unable to control her, he locks her in the dollhouse he has made for her, then burns it down. But hell hath no fury like a woman made to feel small.

“The Smallest Woman in the World” by Clarice Lispector

Perhaps Bender and Gonzalez read and loved, as I did, “The Smallest Woman in the World,” by Clarice Lispector (published in 1960, translated from the Portuguese by the poet Elizabeth Bishop). At first this narrative seems to be upholding every stereotype of the “jungle” and the “great” explorer who discovers amongst the “lazy” green trees and the “swelling” fruit a tiny person as “black as a monkey.” The explorer immediately tries to “order” her, name her, get this “other” under control. The response of the smallest woman in the world makes the explorer “distinctly ill at ease.” It’s just a smile, but “a smile that the uncomfortable explorer did not succeed in classifying” because it is brimming with uncontainable, unclassifiable, acquisitive joy.

The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Deaths by Corinne May Botz

The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Deaths, an essay and photographs by Corinne May Botz, tells the truly strange story of Frances Glessner Lee. Glessner Lee, born in 1878, grew up forced to bow to the injunction, “a woman’s place is in the home,” dependent on her extremely wealthy, autocratic father until his death. Botz writes that Glessner Lee never really began to live until she was fifty and free of her father. What living meant to her was spending all her time creating doll houses in which she staged murder scenes to help train detectives. Most of the doll corpses are women. She killed these tiny women and left them for the detectives to unravel the crime. She insisted the detectives call her Mother. Botz writes that “dominance and control are the adjectives that best characterize her relationship with the models.” Reading Botz’s intriguing essay and paging through her photographs, extreme close-ups of the murdered dolls shot in color with a warm filter, is perhaps the epitome of the creepy side of the human passion for the miniature. It is an uncomfortable truth that even the smallest woman in the world feels enormous bliss when she thinks “it is nice to possess, so nice to possess.”

Movie: Downsizing directed by Alexander Payne

Alexander Payne’s 2017 film Downsizing is more about goodness than joy. Matt Damon plays an earnest guy who decides to join a movement of people who are volunteering to be miniaturized to help the environment, but also help themselves. Because when you downsize, your dollars’ power becomes huge: you can live in miniature splendor for the rest of your life. Damon’s character and his wife cash in their lifesavings, but while he’s shrinking, she has a change of heart, returns home with all their money, and he emerges in Leisureland a miniature pauper. It turns out he’s not the only one. As in the big world, there is a community of poor people of color shrunken down to support the rich people. Damon ends up acting as the assistant to a Vietnamese activist who was involuntarily shrunk down and now serves the poor, played by Hong Chau. Downsizing runs the danger of being another Mighty Whitey tale like Dances with Wolves, Avatar, The Last Samurai, Elysiam, all those stories of white warrior men championing and becoming one with the brown people, but Damon’s Tiny Whitey is a downsized version, a gentle, weapon-less guy who is content to follow a mighty woman of color’s lead.

Alison Kinney Encourages You to Write at the Grocery Store

In our monthly series Can Writing Be Taught? we partner with Catapult to ask their course instructors all our burning questions about the process of teaching writing. This time, we’re talking to Alison Kinney, who’s teaching a six-week nonfiction workshop at Catapult’s New York headquarters, starting May 23. Alison is an accomplished essayist whose writing credits include The Paris Review, The New YorkerHarper’sLapham’s QuarterlyThe GuardianThe New York TimesLongreadsThe AtlanticL.A. Review of Books, and New Republic, and she’s devoted to helping new and established writers hone their nonfiction craft.


What’s the best thing you’ve ever gotten out of a writing class or workshop as a student?

Jill Ciment, who taught in my MFA program, reserved the right to intervene and shake up the traditional workshop whenever she believed a story needed it. It helped me see that writers approach audiences with different needs, and not all workshops are equal in their ability to recognize, welcome, or critique those needs. As workshop participants, we’re also learning how to read and respond better, and sometimes we need leadership for that, which is one kind of teaching.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever gotten out of a writing class or workshop as a student?

I saw a teacher mock a student’s writing. Without having yet had the experience—which I’ve had since—of seeing a very raw beginner develop great craft, I knew that this was abusive, wrongful teaching. Beyond that, it reinforced the myth that writers are talented or untalented, rather than engaged in constantly shifting self-reinvention.

What is the lesson or piece of writing advice you return to most as an instructor?

We don’t have to be, and mostly aren’t, the writers we always thought we were.

We don’t have to be, and mostly aren’t, the writers we always thought we were. It’s easy to write when we’re teenagers journaling, or we get the optimal conditions of, say, silence, when we’re in the right mood, and it’s dawn on retreat in Tuscany. Optimal conditions exist, and lucky writers do get to enjoy them all the time. But the rest of us have to learn to scribble on the backs of bills on buses, or in text messages in line at the grocery. Many people fail to become the writers they could be, because they don’t know that this kind of haphazard, limited practice is not only acceptable, but also productive. Learning and accepting this is a kind of discipline, though: we need to believe that it’s okay, and keep working at it, so that if we do get six uninterrupted hours, we’re ready for that gift, too.

Does everyone “have a novel in them”?

We all have lives full of experiences and stories, and if we want to share them, we need communities to encourage the sharing. But a novel is a highly mediated, long piece of prose writing, not a life. Wanting to share a story, or to have shared it (!), is not the same thing as wanting to sit down for three or 30 years, giving up movies and vacations and developing bad posture, all for the sake of engagement with the form and the practice.

Would you ever encourage a student to give up writing? Under what circumstances?

A lot of writers give up because it’s hard. That’s not reason enough, because for many of us writing is always hard, it never lets up, and we prevail through it, not despite it.

But I would, and have, encouraged a student who really, really hated writing to concentrate, instead, on what she loved: editing other people’s work. Writing isn’t the only way to engage with words. But you might not hate it for all time: it’s okay to stop and to reassess this decision later. Art requires dedication and a practice—but these are not linear, not based on a capitalist notion of success on a timeline you’re supposed to achieve by the time you’re 24, or, god help us, 44. (I’m 44.) Or 74. You can stop—and later, only if you want to, because you want to, you can resume, differently.

What’s more valuable in a workshop, praise or criticism?

We all need both, but sometimes we need more one than the other so that we keep writing. So many wonderful writers are inhibited by fears that have nothing to do with their talent. The right kind of praise can show them opportunities and openings in their language that they didn’t have any faith in. But we should also be thinking of criticism as an opportunity to think better, to challenge ourselves to come up with better solutions.

Should students write with publication in mind? Why or why not?

So many wonderful writers are inhibited by fears that have nothing to do with their talent.

Sometimes? Let’s not kid ourselves that established writers don’t pee themselves when their agents successfully place their stories in The New Yorker, and that they didn’t write with this in the forefront of their minds, and that this isn’t a craft concern just as much as a market concern?

I think that a lot of students get told by gatekeepers to concentrate on their craft rather than the market, because teachers think of ourselves as guardians of true literary standards—standards that we, of course, meet, and should be paid money and given jobs and prestigious residencies for. But nobody who professionalizes is perfect; some of us start better prepared than others; and we are all, always, working on our craft all the time. Teachers should think really hard about how we determine readiness, and for whom.

I want us all to work on writing better, but thinking of classrooms and craft as the final arbiters of success and failure doesn’t totally square with reality. Good writers are competing against someone who doesn’t need to incorporate workshop feedback into her memoir because she’s the granddaughter of the CEO of the publishing house and got her first chapter published in Big Time Literary Magazine. So I don’t think we should pretend that the literary market isn’t willing to concede its high standards, all the time, for the sake of adjacency to power, and then redefine those standards to accommodate.

I try to teach about publication by preparing students to face inequitable literary markets. They need to know to fight for their voices as WELL as writing as well as they can. These realities exist, and we can simultaneously try to compete, try to change or burn down the standards, and try to build up our own communities and each other, to shift paradigms.

In one or two sentences, what’s your opinion of these writing maxims?

  • Kill your darlings—A lot of my students kill everything, too soon, by deleting everything, so that they have nothing to work with at all. So, until the rest of the draft has advanced to the point where your grooviest initial idea, the one that made you want to write the piece at all, has become comparatively trite or insufficient and needs to be reworked or cut, you shouldn’t delete anything. 
  • Show don’t tell—I think that what we should be asking ourselves is, “Does sitting with this anecdote/scene, exploring it at length, add to the arc of the overall narrative, or is it jut a small factoid we need in order to reach another point? Which of these two decisions serves the narrative better?”
  • Write what you know—Rather, “write what you’ve learned.” The ways that we know, even about ourselves and more especially about others, should be active, reflective, searching, and both experience- and evidence-based.
  • Character is plot—Not all maxims apply to all stories, but sometimes any maxim can goad you to find the direction or shape you need to keep moving, regardless of your goals. I have all kinds of silly writing advice pasted into my drafts, and it’s not there to force me to conform, but to remind me that I can get absolutely LOST parsing irrelevant details, and a simple “WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY” can get me back on track.

What’s the best hobby for writers?

Any hobby that makes the prospect of writing feel more rewarding by comparison. But any writer would rather vacuum an apartment, dust all the books, and launder everything that doesn’t move, than sit down to write. I will do my taxes rather than write. Basically, I can’t have hobbies, or chores, or friends.

What’s the best workshop snack?

Something that nobody in workshop is allergic to, and something that doesn’t have a strong smell: containable. Since a lot of us are rife with eating and body issues: a snack that makes you feel well-cared-for, whether it’s indulgent, or it tamps down your triggers. 

In “The Day the Sun Died,” Violent Sleepwalkers Terrorize a Town

Reading a Yan Lianke novel is disorienting. His plots are both surreal and absurd, presented in a manner that never reaches the pitch of coy irony. Instead, readers are often subjected to discomfort and dissonance, leaving one to wonder: what exactly did this all mean?

The winner of the Franz Kafka Prize in 2014, and twice short-listed for the Man Booker International, Yan Lianke is one of the most well-known — and most controversial — writers in China. Much of his work is overtly political, exploring devastating events in modern China’s history and its subsequent rapid development with pointed enough satire that several of his works have been banned in his country.

The Day the Sun Died by Yan Lianke

In Yan Lianke’s The Day the Sun Died, recently translated into English by Carlos Rojas (who also generously translated this interview), a young adolescent boy watches as his town descends into madness caused by “dreamwalking.” At first benign, the dreamwalkers grow more and more violent throughout the evening, and the narrator, Niannian, is one of the few who remains awake. He and his father, a funeral parlor owner, work through the night to try to help their neighbors.

Several English language reviews have interpreted the book as Yan’s critique of optimism behind “the Chinese Dream,” an ideal of national glory and collective prosperity coined by China’s current leader, Xi Jinping. But I wondered if Western readers — with our biases in our understanding of China — were conditioned to read a scathing indictment of the country, when in reality Yan’s intentions were more complicated. Over email, I asked Yan about critique and nuance, the nature of “dreams” and his views of humanity, and why he put a version of himself into this novel.


Karissa Chen: First of all, I wanted to let you know how much I admire your work. It’s characterized by its delicious strangeness, eeriness, and inventiveness, and this book is no exception. My first question for you is surrounding this word, “dream.” Of course, dreams play front and center in the book — the characters are seized by literal dreamwalking, but in the process they also enact other versions of dreams, from the dreams of wishful thinking and hopes to nightmares. Which type of dream was the seed of the book? Were you consciously exploring the many layers of meaning behind what a dream can be when you sat down to write this book?

Yan Lianke: Thank you so much for your thoughtful reading of my novel. With respect to your questions about daydreams, nightmares, and dreams-within-dreams, in The Day the Sun Died I was, of course, deliberately exploring the development and multifaceted nature of dreams. I wanted to use dreams to help develop a new understanding of humanity, reality, and of the world, and I sought to use dreams to find a new entry point into history. My starting point in writing about dreams, however, was actually not the dreams themselves, but rather reality. That is to say, I took inspiration from the sorts of daydreams that people have in real life. A daydream is a special term that can be used to describe China’s encounter with reality, and can also be used to refer to the way in which China, historically, has struggled and sacrificed in its quest for a utopia. Because people have daydreams, there will also be writings about dreams and dreamwalking; and it is precisely through the writing of dreams and dreamwalking that I hope to create a storytelling space for literature and writing.

I sought to use dreams to find a new entry point into history.

KC: Some reviewers and readers, particularly in the West, have read into the book a critique of this concept of “the Chinese Dream”; however, I found the book to be a greater indictment of any society driven by capitalism (America — and most of the world — included!), and how an extreme desire for material wealth can unravel a community. The first dreamwalkers harvest their grain while sleeping or prepare more funerary paper cuttings — these people are industrious even in their sleep. But as the night goes on, the dreamwalkers begin to steal from stores and beat people for their wares, eventually leading to murder and widespread battles. The chicken seems to feed the egg here — as people become more focused upon their own selfish, greedy desires, they become less caring about their neighbors, therefore leading to a more chaotic society, feeding more selfishness. (It’s interesting that the only time people band together is to fight against outsiders threatening to steal from them — an accurate portrayal of tribalism.) However, I don’t think it’s entirely clear which is the chicken and which is the egg — whether people are simply inherently selfish and greedy or whether it’s the society that influences to become this way. Perhaps it’s muddy the way the world is muddy, but I wondered if you might talk to this a bit.

YL: Thank you for using the paradox of the chicken and the egg to understand The Day the Sun Died. The first thing I want to say, however, is that the novel actually has no connection whatsoever with the Chinese Dream—for the simple reason that when I first came up with the idea for this story, the beautiful phrase China Dream had not yet been coined. At the time, Chinese society was still positioned in that era that the rest of the world found very recognizable and familiar. In other words, six or seven years ago, China’s highest power remained concentrated in the hands of another leader, and it was at that time that I first came up with the idea for The Day the Sun Died. Even after I finished the novel, it still didn’t occur to me that this work might be connected in any way to the Chinese Dream. It was only after it was published in English, meanwhile, that some critics began linking it to the Chinese Dream, and it was only then that I finally began thinking about this question.

Of course, after a novel is disseminated and enters the hands of its readers, those readers are free to interpret however they wish. However, what concerned me was how to make it such that this novel, despite being set in China, could address only China’s reality and its people, but also transcends these provincial limits and speaks more broadly to the world and humanity itself.

I hope this novel may function as an allegory for humanity itself.

With respect to the question of chicken and the egg, this is a paradox that describes the way that contemporary science and civilization are bringing humanity to the end of days. The inexorable development of robots and of the omnipotent internet, together with the tantalizing quest for immortality, which at times seems to be just around the corner—although these might appear to constitute the endpoint of humanity’s development, aren’t they also a force dragging humanity into a new abyss? Aren’t these developments simply a way of using human desires to control us, in the name of science and civilization?  If you think carefully, just as China is unable to rouse itself from its current daydream, isn’t humanity similarly unable to rouse itself from its collective daydream?

Everyone is both chicken and egg. Everyone is pretending to be asleep with their eyes wide open.

“We are unable to rouse the sleepers”—this statement represents my understanding of the world. How can the dreamwalkers in The Day the Sun Died not be viewed as people pretending to be asleep? Which is the chicken and which is the egg—the answer to this question is actually not very important, because in reality everyone is both chicken and egg. Everyone is pretending to be asleep with their eyes wide open.

KC: Despite my cynical read of this book, I think you’ve also woven ample room for goodness to shine through. In particular, Niannian’s father’s journey is moving. Before the somnambulism even begins, he has tried to atone for his past by storing the corpse oil. But throughout the night he continues to do good by saving his neighbors, to increasing sacrifice, even while he is dreamwalking — his unconscious desires, in contrast to many around him, are to do the right thing. Still, his good deeds don’t go unpunished. Do you view Niannian’s father as the exception to inherently selfish human nature?

YL: The behavior of Niannian’s father is not an exception to that of the other dreamwalkers. In fact, Niannian’s entire family, together with the entire town, is actually trying to awaken the dreamwalkers. Their goodness, their love, and their tireless struggle against the darkness—this represents the light that exists within humanity’s darkness and the “instinctive love” that exists within human nature. However, I believe that for people today, desire is being actively smothered by civilization under the illumination of so-called reason. We can observe some individuals’ evil desires, but we are unable to see humanity’s collective desire. For instance, our inability to abandon our ceaseless quest for immortality is precisely the crystallization of humanity’s collective desire. Meanwhile, what we have lost is not only the “necessity of death,” and even less is it “the instinct of love.” We hypothesize that in the future everything, including life itself, will be handled by robots, but then what will be the point of the instinctive love that God gave humanity?

KC: Speaking of the corpse oil — I found this to be an extremely compelling (and horrifying) detail! I read it and I found myself thinking, “Oh my god, I suppose that must be true, if you can render pig fat, then this must be true of people too….” I’m afraid to Google this, so I’ll ask you directly — is this a real thing?

YL: This was made up. But don’t forget, humanity has its own history of cannibalism! Who knows how many cases of cannibalism occurred during China’s Great Famine. Given that people are capable of eating people, why wouldn’t “human oil” also have its uses?

KC: I think one of the fascinating aspects of the book is how it is narrated by someone who is viewed by others as being simple-minded and an “idiot” (a label Niannian seems to accept himself), and yet he seems to be the most clear-eyed character of all. Was the intent to let the readers in on the possibility that Niannian may not be as simple-minded as the rest of his neighbors believe, or did you simply think that having a person less likely to overanalyze allowed the events to be viewed slightly more objectively?

The combination of idiocy and idiocy may yield the basis of wisdom.

YL: Aside from the exigencies of the story and the narrative, I described Niannian in this way in order to suggest that if humanity is controlled by smart people, then perhaps a simple “idiot” might represent a more direct shortcut to our understanding of humanity and the world. The mathematical principle that the multiplication of two negatives yields a positive suggests that, to a certain extent, the combination of idiocy and idiocy may yield the basis of wisdom. Niannian’s simplicity is also precisely humanity’s “positiveness.” Moreover, it is precisely Niannian’s simplicity that lets him narrate this story, because this simple language is all that he has.

KC: I loved the appearance that an alternate version of yourself appears in this book, and that while chaos is happening around him, his only desire and fear revolves around his ability to write (although you could argue that since this is his job, his ability to feed himself and gain wealth depends on his writing success the way the paper cutters and the farmers depend on the output of their jobs). What was behind your decision to insert a version of yourself in your book? What role do you think the writer has in our society? Do you view the writer as possibly complicit in a society’s downfall, a mostly unaffected bystander, or a victim?

YL: To a certain extent, the “Yan Lianke” who appears in the novel is not merely a character written and created by the author Yan Lianke, but rather he is in fact the real-life Yan Lianke. He is a living author, while also being simultaneously a creator and someone who is created. I believe that in today’s China—as distinct from yesterday’s China or earlier historical periods—authors are certainly complicit in society’s downfall. They are not merely bystanders, nor should they be perceived as victims deserving of people’s sympathy.