Outlaws and In-laws Installment the 21-eth: Special Centering African-American Voices installment

Instead of the usual round-robin peeks into various short fiction anthologies, this time I'm only reading stories from Calling the Wind, an incredible selection of African-American fiction assembled by Clarence Majors.

Now is the Time by Cecil M. Brown: Jonah, a bookish aspiring standup comic, goes to the mansion of his friend and idol, a genius celebrity comic named Billy. Are they really friends? Sometimes they seem to have an equitability to their interactions, but Jonah's worshipfulness gives them more of a Boswell and Johnson vibe. That's a reference that Jonah would instantly get, and Billy wouldn't, but Jonah's thoughtful and academic approach to comedy hasn't served him well in his efforts to actually do professional standup; he's failing and he knows it, which is why he's come to the master. He needs to know how to tap into the real energy of great comedy.

Billy admires Jonah's book smarts, but has deeper insight into people, which is crucial to his success; he can figure out what makes the audience tick, and use that insight to work with them, bringing them around to hilarity. He's also a great mentor, guiding Jonah with compassion, clarity, and tough love. Billy's got his own problem, though, in the person of Tina, his beautiful white girlfriend who pitches a bratty tantrum that only goes further over the top as the story continues. Billy's balance and Tina's lunacy war away at one another as Jonah hunkers down; he's just here for affirmation and comedy tips, lady, don't yell at him! 

My only quibbles with this wonderfully engaging story are that the author, who may have taken himself as the model for Jonah, never gives us a persuasive glimpse of Billy's comedic power, and that he has a tendency to slip into redundancy, as though he fears he hasn't quite made his point, and needs to try again. Both Jonahlike tendencies. I'm quite fond of these characters.

Damballah by John Edgar Wideman: In the antebellum South, an enslaved man known as Orion is torn between his recollections of Africa and his life in the States. He's on a different wavelength from plantation culture, compelled by remembered words, beliefs, and practices, but everyone around him, whether white or black, mistakes his behavior for madness. A boy hears Orion invoke Damballah while catching fish, and is fascinated. He asks a Christianized enslaved woman about Damballah, and she punishes him for this pagan error. But the boy senses that the word has power that he needs. 

The hypocrisy and imperialism of the enslaver (who constantly flatters himself for being a great Christian, but also rapes women) perceives Orion's steadfastness as defiance, and cannot abide it. The murderous cruelty that results will be no surprise to anyone who's noticed history or the news, but the boy will retain the lessons of Damballah. It's a story of white supremacy being horribly cruel and murderous, but also a story of resistance, linked to cultural memory and defiance of colonialist culture. 

This story resonated with several others in this Calling the Wind, but I'd highlight its connections to The Ingrate, with an enslaver who thinks he's a wronged exemplar of righteousness, and The Education of Mingo, in which an enslaved man is caught between African and American frames of reference, with transgressive, liberatory, and catastrophic results.

Kiswana Browne by Gloria Naylor: Kiswana is a young woman out on her own for the first time, with a cheap apartment in a scruffy part of the city. Her wealthy and proud mother comes to give the place the white-glove treatment, and really tries to get her daughter to go back to being Melanie. Although this story is from the 80s, it replicates current tensions between liberals and the Left. Kiswana is all in for identity politics and uncompromising demands; her mom is an Obama style incrementalist. Naylor has sympathy and love for both of them, but comes down on Mom's side, regarding Kiswana as admirable but naive. Readers may judge for themselves. Anyway, while this might be the third story in a row to feature a woman as a killjoy, it's the first to suggest that the woman in question has a point, and the first to ace the Bechdel test.

"Recitatif" by Toni Morrison: Two girls, one black and one white, befriend one another in an orphanage. (While they're there, a woman who works in the kitchen falls... or was she pushed?) They go separate ways, but meet again at various stages of life. The white girl gets borne aloft on a cloud of white privilege, while the black girl has a more rigorous path. Things get contentious between the two women, as when they join opposite sides of a busing protest/counterprotest, and one of them keeps making signs that are nothing but sick burns on the other one; shades of online discourse. 

Eventually their ongoing reminiscences/arguments turn on the subject of that kitchen worker's fall, and a Rashomon/Marienbadian question about whether it was an accident or a crime; a crime in which one of the girls was implicated. Morrison doesn't go the perfectly respectable New Yorkerish route of leaving it entirely ambiguous, though; let's just say white people have a bad habit of recounting history in ways that sooth white people.

One fascinating irony; in the 60s the two former friends bump into each other at a truck stop, and the white lady doesn't want to be seen talking to the black lady, because she doesn't think race mixing is socially acceptable. Where are she and her white boyfriends going? To (allegedly) hang out with Jimi Hendrix. 

Morrison gives us a cutaway view of mid-century racial complexity that isn't entirely gloomy or sunny. The structure reminded me of Alice Munro, another legendary author who frequently uses core samples of a life to tell an expansive story in short form. Apparently this was Morrison's only published short story? It's a more plainspoken prose than some of her more mythopoetic books, and an all-too-timely take on the complexities of interracial friendships in the USA.

Girl by Jamaica Kinkaide: A flash fiction, this is mostly a quick survey of the kinds of advice a woman in the West Indies gives a girl. Lots of domestic wisdom, but also constant accusations regarding the girl's inherent "slut" nature, as well as some family planning tips  The girl is permitted two brief replies, neither of them the last word.

Chitterling by Henry Van Dyke: A rich white lady, who earns her money as a slumlord, takes a sad and shy black child under her wing and tries to Pygmalion some high culture into him. He's uncertain about all this, but the highfalutin' places she takes him are more pleasant than his crummy homelife (which is crummy in part because of the shabbiness of the building, which she owns). Will she instill in him an appreciation for opera and escargot? Does she actually like opera and escargot, or does she only endure them as lifestyle markers?

There's a lot happening here. There's a potent critique of well-meaning white attempts to uplift the less fortunate (all while maintaining and profiting from those ill fortunes). The woman's loneliness is a powerful factor in the cautious social dance between the two partners, and the cultural gulf between them ensures that this relationship can't last forever. 

In a brief coda, the narrator, who is the adult version of the boy, acknowledges that he has developed a taste for opera and escargot.

Jesus and Fat Tuesday by Colleen J. McElroy: A thoughtful third-shift orderly in a New Orleans hospital puts up with an ensemble of difficult companions. There's his Cajun coworker, who is friendly but dumb, full of bad schemes and soft bigotry. Then there's Maggie, a wayward drunk white woman, yearning for God, yearning for God to be kinder, yearning to share a bellyful of tales about the life that had led her, and would probably lead anyone, to delirium. Finally, a surprise appearance from the orderly's estranged sister, with bad news from home. Our protagonist is surrounded by sorrows, trying to help achieve some equilibrium without letting desperate people and hostile bigots drag him down.

The World of Rosie Polk by Ann Allen Shockley: Rosie and her little boy are part of a crew of migrant farm workers, traveling in the back of a mean man's truck from one farm to another, picking produce in the hot sun. They toil all day, live in crummy quarters, and the boss, who does the shopping, keeps tabs on how much the workers owe him. Guess what? No matter how much or how little you order from his grocery trips, you'll be in deep debt to him until you're dead. He's got it all worked out in his little notebook.

In other words, the crew members are, for all intents and purposes, slaves.

But on one job, which doesn't seem like it'll be any better than the others, there's a man living and working on the property who is strong and kind, and takes a liking to Rosie and her son. Will their makeshift romance lead to a happy ending, an escape from the cycle of toil and humiliation?

This story gave me flashbacks to temp jobs I had in my student summer days, grinding toil in the hot sun. Get me out! And get Rosie and her son out, too!

Mali is Very Dangerous by Reginald McKnight: This is a perfect companion piece to the story Lindsay and the Red City Blues by Joe Haldeman, reviewed here. Both are stories about a westerner in a culture shocking eastern land (Senegal, in this case) and following, against his better judgement, a shady tour guide/pimp/con man. This version is less lethal and arguably less xenophobic, but just as unsettling, with a punch line that I didn't see coming. The guide tries to sell the visitor a magical protection; is it for real? Hmm. Suspenseful and twisty. Stay home and read this story instead of going to dangerous places.