Reading Well: Trickster Books

{I’m prepping for another class, and these are more a product of wanting to keep recording most everything I read here. These are very worthwhile books, each with a significant blindspot that, while important to consider, also does not reduce their overall worth as resources on the subject of tricksters.}

I first bought Robert D. Pelton‘s The Trickster in West Africa: A Study of Mythic Irony and Sacred Delight (1980) in 1991. I did not read it for many years, and then found it absorbing and compelling when I did. It was only later, on a second pass through it while writing my dissertation that I realized that Pelton had clearly had much of the same academic training I had, which was a bit of a shock.

It stands up to a third reading, but it’s a bewildering text in many ways. Pelton’s presentation of the trickster figures of the Ashanti, Fon, Yoruba, and Dogon peoples (Ananse, Legba, Eshu, and Ogo-Yurugu respectively) is nuanced, complicated, sophisticated, and sympathetic. It’s also almost bizarre in its avoidance of the question of Pelton himself, his “armchair” relationship to his subject matter, his (presumed) whiteness, and the politics involved in reading so deeply into “the other.”

Pelton is quite aware of the dangers of interpretation at a distance: in one of the best lines of the book, as a reaction to the heavy-handed attempts at interpretation of West African culture by a host of Europeans (Dumézil, Jung, many others), he writes

The Ashanti, however, are not trying to say something; they are saying something.

Indeed they are, and that something is not dependent on Western eyes for its explanation or understanding, Pelton’s included.

My suspicion is this is mostly a product of being written in the 1970s: there is a sense that what is missing most from The Trickster in West Africa is another chapter that situates Pelton’s scholarship within those frames, but academic awareness and grounded critique of those things blossomed in later decades. Regardless, what is present in the book is illuminating, and while much of it is difficult to grasp–at their core, West African trickster figures embody a host of contradictions that resist resolution as part of their very definition–wrestling with the ideas here is well worth the effort.

Lewis Hyde‘s Trickster Makes This World: Mischief, Myth, and Art (1998) is an intelligent, wide-ranging romp through an impressive mind. Hyde–of whom I know very little–clearly spent a long time thinking about the Trickster figure, and what emerges is erudite and illuminating, and brings together figures as diverse as Hermes and Frederick Douglass into engaging conversation with each other.

For the most part, it works: that is, the points Hyde makes are salient and hold together, and while I don’t know that he really does much to analyze Trickster figures in their own contexts, he certainly helps enlarge our understanding of how they may function for contemporary readers.

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Reading Well: Two Short Story Collections

I’ve written about both Jeff Vandermeer (The Southern Reach trilogy) and Sarah Hall (The Wolf Border, The Electric Michelangelo, and Daughters of the North) before. Vandermeer sits clearly in a post-Lovecraft tradition, somewhere between horror and the merely psychologically disturbing, a style that adapts very well to the form of the short story. Hall is one of my favorite contemporary authors, and a prior short story collection, The Beautiful Indifference, was also quite, quite strong.

Both Vandermeer’s The Third Bear (2010) and Hall’s Madame Zero (2017) are solid collections, and there are, between the two, a small handful of truly standout entries.

The title story of Vandermeer’s collection is a thoroughly creative riff on a common fantasy context–avillage threatened by a violent external force–and The Goat Variations may be the most creative exploration of President Bush’s response to the events of 9/11 you’ll ever come across. There is a degree of self-indulgence in some of the other stories, but none of it ruptures the consistency of supernatural voice that makes Vandermeer’s fans so loyal. If that’s up your alley, you’ll greatly enjoy The Third Bear.

Hall’s collection is more even, with the opening and closing stories the really outstanding pieces. Mrs. Fox is a meditation on love and sex, with an anthropomorphic twist that makes it more than memorable, and Evie is a stunning work, thoughtful and subtly feminist in nature. It looks at a change in personality, probing whether and how it matters if we know the cause of new or altered behavior.

#WhatIWishICouldDo

Create mood like Vandermeer and describe the natural world like Hall. I mean, if I had to choose one of these authors to emulate, it would be Hall–she has more range, and a style more conducive to supporting multiple, different novels. But I’d take being able to do either.

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Reading Well: Hillbilly Elegy by JD Vance

JD Vance‘s 2016 mid-life memoir Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis generated quite a bit of buzz when published, and it’s pretty easy to see why, as Vance’s account of his upbringing in rural poverty is a compelling read. Add the fact that Vance emerges (after transformative time in military service and at Yale) as a staunch social conservative, and the appeal of the book becomes even clearer.

The personal story is everything you would expect: heart-breaking and inspirational and full of characters that both fulfill and invalidate pre-existing stereotypes. As a primary example, the quasi-stable source of love and positive regard for him are his grandparents, especially his grandmother, who is a demanding, foul-mouthed, gun-toting, hyper-protective woman, capable of both tough and soft love as she sees fit, with tough love often involving believable threats of firearms.

Vance’s social analysis is predictable: he sees some of the ways in which government intervention could assist, but he never wavers from a demand that personal choice and individual responsibility are key elements: that is, improving schools is great, but if parents don’t care, what good can it do?

The problem, of course, is that the answer is, a lot, as it provides another venue for what Vance sees as crucial to healthy development: engaged, positive role models.

Vance also stays away from the concept of whiteness for the most part, neither wrestling with how it formed his community, nor with how it played to his advantage as he moved through the wider world. That’s fine–there is no ethical imperative for him to write about it–but it does sit at the center of the debate Hillbilly Elegy contributed to, and as such its overall omission is striking (he writes about being white; that’s a different thing the structure of whiteness).

Still, especially if you are curious about what rural poverty might look like in 21st century America, it’s a worthwhile read.

#WhatIWishICouldDo

Dunno. I read this because a friend wanted to. I have never been drawn to writing a memoir, and I don’t read a lot of this kind of non-fiction. I do think that Vance’s ability to create his family on the page is admirable: his relatives come through as fully realized, three dimensional people, and that keeps the book from sliding into a dry piece of social observation.

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Reading Well: Waking Gods by Sylvain Neuvel

The sequel to Sleeping Giants , Waking Gods (2017) continues Sylvain Neuvel‘s story of human encounters with radically advanced technology.

It follows the same structure: interviews and journal entries and transcribed conversations; and, again surprisingly to me, somehow it still manages to be a page turner.

I think this is partially because of the absolutely inscrutable nature of the aliens: they don’t communicate, they just appear, and without any warning, they wreck massive destruction upon humanity, wiping out hundreds of thousands of people without explanation or clear cause.

That is the strength of the book, the sense of how humanity might respond to a truly lost cause, facing impossible odds without even the possibility of surrender. That context helps bring the humanity of the characters to the forefront.

There is, of course, a way out, but the procedural nature of the solution to save humanity is, for me, the weakest part of the book: the crisis is more compelling than the cure.

There is a third book, and at some point (once it’s released in paperback) we’ll see how it all ends up. Until then, if the description of Sleeping Giants seemed attractive, so will Waking Gods.

#WhatIWishICouldDo

Trying to make this a different answer than with Sleeping Giants, I would move to Neuvel’s willingness to create an inscrutable adversary. It takes a lot of trust to believe your readers will buy into an antagonist whose motivations remain quite opaque.

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Reading Well: When Chickenheads Come Home to Roost by Joan Morgan

I meant to read When Chickenheads Come Home to Roost: A Hip-Hop Feminist Breaks It Down (1999) along with Tricia Rose’s work. But the book was back-ordered, so I was unable to dive into Joan Morgan‘s manifesto until more recently.

This is the quote that first brought Chickenheads to my attention:

Any feminism that fails to acknowledge that black folks in 90’s America are living and trying to love in a war zone is useless to our struggle against sexism.

Though it’s often portrayed as part of the problem, rap music is essential to that struggle because it takes us straight to the battlefield. […]

Yeah, sistas are hurt when we hear brothers calling us bitches and hos. But the real crime isn’t the name-calling, it’s their failure to love us – to be our brothers in the way that we commit ourselves to being their sistas.

But recognize: Any man who doesn’t truly love himself is incapable of loving us in the healthy way we need to be loved. It’s extremely telling that men who can only refer to us as “bitches” and “hos” refer to themselves only as “niggas.”

It’s fairly exemplary of Morgan’s style–insightful, conversational, rooted both in common language and uncompromising analysis.

Chickenheads is, as a whole, much more focused on issues around being an African-American women in America (among them the complicated relationship between activist, perhaps even “woke,” thought and the term feminism) than it is about hip hop, specifically. That’s not a critique, not by a far shot, although it was a surprise.

There is something dated about the book–it is fantastic as a set of insights grounded in the 1990s and early 2000s, but its lack of attention to issues of globalization, LBQTx thought and issues, and its overall heteronormativity, make it clearly a product of a certain moment.

Still, it’s a compelling read, perhaps most of all in its embrace of ambiguity: Morgan is willing to stare into the mirror and accept that her desires are, in fact, sometimes contradictory, and that the need to critique behavior does not remove the demand to love and support individuals through their own struggles.

#WhatIWishICouldDo

I think the way Morgan mixes academic, psuedo-academic, and common language is incredibly effective. It almost never hits the ear as forced or unusual, and it simultaneously increases the readability and credibility of her work.

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Reading Well: A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles

Amor Towles’ A Gentleman in Moscow (2016) is a pleasant diversion wrapped around a very intriguing idea: the protagonist, a thirty year old Russian aristocrat, is, in 1922, sentenced to house arrest for the rest of his life. His house happens to be the Metropol, Moscow’s grand old hotel (at a time when such things either existed or are easily mythologized).

While exiled from a luxurious suite to a tiny attic room, the Count remains elegant, unflappable, and an attractive, insightful character. This is both the strength and weakness of the novel: strength, because an engaging protagonist is a pretty great thing for a writer to have; weakness because other characters–especially female characters–seem thin in comparison (they often have very strong and memorable entrances, and then fade from there).

But the bustle of the hotel, and the Count’s ability to transform that controlled chaos into a sense of home, largely carry the novel, making it a good character study. One note: I learned less about the progression of Soviet life over the five decades spanned by the novel than anticipated. The Count is, essentially, an idealized westerner, and the novel could have been enriched, in my view, by a more nuanced–even, sympathetic–view of those changes.

Still, the Count will stick with you, as well the hotel itself (the building, and all of its passageways, corridors and, especially, restaurants is really the second most important character in the book).

#WhatIWishICouldDo

I really like the way the plot sets constraints on the rest of the novel, and how sympathetically Towles embraces those limits. Part of the enjoyment of the novel is wondering if it can stay engaging, given the somewhat limited cast and totally limited setting. For the most part, it does!

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Reading Well: Provenance by Ann Leckie

Set in the same universe as The Ancillary Trilogy, Ann Leckie‘s Provenance (2017) is, essentially, a police procedural. Leckie’s ability to create both characters you care about and cultural settings deep enough to hold your attention shines through, but your enjoyment of Provenance probably boils down to how much you enjoy whodunnits served up with heavy doses of political maneuverings.

This is very much old-school interpretations of WWI type stuff, where world (galactic, in this case) wars can be started or prevented by killing or saving Arch Duke Ferdinand. It’s full of intrigue, sibling rivalry, aliens in disguise, and sordid love affairs.

More interesting for me is an underlying conceit: the primary cultural group is obsessed with their own history, prizing memento’s from historical events–napkins used by so-and-so, invitations, pottery, each carefully signed and dated–as highly coveted objects of status. Selfies have been replaced by souvenir collages. The story hinges on the question of what happens when those relics are falsified, or when the events they commemorate are revealed to not have occurred in quite the way the history books declare.

I am curious about how long Leckie stays in this universe–there are certainly more stories to tell here, and while I think the Ancillary Trilogy is more rewarding than Provenance, I’ll be happy to stick around for a few more of them.

#WhatIWishICouldDo

Write mysteries. The creative process behind them baffles me–I know so little about what is going to happen when I write, intricate plot points that are revealed by later action just seem like an impossible task. I am more likely to have a crime occur that is never solved, I think.

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Reading Well: Binti: Home & Binti: The Night Masquerade by Nnedi Okorafor

These two books complete the trilogy started with Binti, and easily make Nnedi Okorafor the most reviewed writer here on Reading Well. Certainly, I am a fan, but that’s also a product of Okorafor’s tendency to write in what are at most long novellas: it’s all very easily consumed over just a few sessions.

Binti: Home and Binti: The Night Masquerade (both 2017) take up where Binti left off, and continue the story of our young, mathematically gifted namesake who remains precocious, emotionally scarred, and in therapy. This last is a minor plot point, but an example of how Okorafor plays with the genre, preferring to imagine Binti’s life as vividly problematic–and real–as it could be, instead of a boarding school fantasy set in a scifi context.

The final two books trace Binti’s return home, her discovery of some disturbing (yet somewhat obvious) revelations about her family’s past, and her role in brokering peace between two warring factions. There’s even a cellular reconstruction that is dramatic more as you wonder how Okorafor is going to ressurect Binti than thinking she might actually kill her main character.

Still, the story is creative as all get out, and the core characters–Binti, a peer compatriot, and the alien life form with which she is genetically bonded–are all well drawn. If you want to keep a finger on the pulse of contemporary YA fiction, and are interested in what a non-European take on that through a scifi lens might feel like, this is a rewarding, quick read.

#WhatIWishICouldDo

It’s nothing new: Okorafor’s creativity is immense, and daunting, and she respects it to the point that she doesn’t feel the need to over-explain parts of it. That may be the most impressive thing of all to me: the immense trust she places in her readers.

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Reading Well: An Episode in the Life of a Landscape Painter by César Aira

Published in 2000 and translated into English in 2006, An Episode in the Life of a Landscape Painter is at most a novella, coming in at under 100 not-full-paperback size pages. The fact that César Aira has been successful publishing works at this length is quite remarkable. Aira had been unknown to me, clearly a lack on my part given his reputation as one of the more important voices in contemporary Spanish language literature.

Living somewhere at the edges of historical fiction, the story traces a trip made by the German landscape painter Johann Moritz Rugendas. There is some back story here–Rugendas is a minor, yet noteworthy, figure in art history, largely because of his contributions to the landscape painting methodology championed by Alexander von Humboldt and because of his prolific output which documented the peoples and practices of South America–especially Brazil and Argentina–at a time where little pictorial record existed for European consumption.

But the novella is really about art and the relationship of the artist to their art. Rugendas is repeatedly struck by lightning during a storm, an experience that leaves him both disfigured and in an uncertain mental state. There are no clear conclusions here: Aira seems to enjoy exploring the state of his characters without a need for a clear declaration of intent.

It’s a very quick read, and one that may stay with you longer than anticipated: Aira’s skill is obvious, and the questions raised about the source of art, the role of prescriptive systems of production in its creation (Humboldt had rules for the creation of landscapes, and for what made them worthy of being recorded on canvas), and the source of inspiration all play with each other in subtle and thought-provoking ways.

#WhatIWishICouldDo

I tend to this length quite naturally (when not working on the massive, unending novel). So having a model for actually publishing them is somewhat inspiring!

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Reading Well: Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward

Published in 2017, Jesmyn Ward‘s Sing, Unburied, Sing is actually the 3rd entry in a loose trilogy, but it is the first I have read.

It is magnificent.

The plot is disarmingly simple: two children, deeply dependent on each other; a mother prone to violence and drug use; a grandfather trying to provide a safe and stable world; a grandmother suffering from cancer. Add a road trip to fetch the children’s father on his release from prison, sprinkle in incisive details of rural poverty and a dash of magical realism, stir it up, and that’s it.

But, there is so much more: there are the literal ghosts of the past that litter the Mississippi delta, there is the heritage of second sight that traces through the family, and above all else, there is the language. Ward’s words are magical, surprising, lyrical, and richly emotive. It’s probably not a book for everyone: the subject matter is difficult (drug use, child abuse, and contemporary and historical racial violence all play a part) and the emotional honesty often unsettling.

The novel alternates its point of view each chapter, which works exceedingly well in Ward’s hands. Each voice is distinct and, as importantly, each character’s innate intelligence and insight shines through: even for those whose actions are problematic, their motivations are clear and understandable.

There are some things to nitpick–a level of repetition of character traits, some scenes that don’t do enough to move the story forward. Whatever. For me, this novel was an amazing ride, one that left me immediately ordering the preceding two books.

#WhatIWishICouldDo

The language. Ward’s sentences skip and stutter, offering sharp insight and surprising connections between the landscape, the weather, the characters’ emotions, and their internal and external struggles. The skill and creativity that is on display is, for a writer, both inspiring and intimidating.

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