Last year my mother’s secondary school friend came to spend Christmas with us. We were settled in the living room, slumped in the obligatory post-turkey coma-haze, when this five-times-a-day praying, Muslim grandmother pulls out a battered paperback. I could see the cover from across the room, the pert, white woman with flowing hair and translucent billowing gown, clinging to her shirtless, muscled white, male love-interest. The cover design was so typical of Mills & Boon I barely needed the M&B trademark initials they stamp in the corner to identify it. I was so amused to see Aunty retreat into the world of throbbing bosoms and hardened members I had to snap a pic. For posterity.
I was in primary school when I first read Mildred D Taylor’s Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry. Cassie Logan was my hero. Dark skinned, kinky haired, bold and outspoken. However, her life with her three siblings, school-teacher mother, farmer father and Big Ma was something I did not envy, mired as it was by extreme poverty and violent, overt racism. It seemed a world away from my quiet life in South East London.
I’ve read the novel many times since then. It has never felt dated or clichéd or simplistic. It is one of those remarkable books that will meet you whenever you are. As a child in the 1980s, I connected with the simple story– the protagonist overcoming a monster. I rooted for the family facing down the menace of racism. But it was very much like reading a fantasy novel, the spitting, clawing racism of Cassie’s world bore no resemblance to my reality. Her world was 1930s rural Mississippi, Mississippi Burning, Mississippi Goddam, as Nina Simone cursed it. It was lynchings, burning crosses and segregated everything. It was not cosmopolitan, liberal London with its melting pot of races and riches for anyone willing to work.
However, as a Black British adult rereading Taylor’s award-winning children’s novel, I could easily fill numerous blank sheets with the lines that connect Cassie’s world and mine. Yes, the easy parallels for the injustices Mildred D Taylor depicts are still in the US. Marches by white men holding tiki torches, scores of black people murdered by the police with zero repercussions, the chronic under funding of public services in inner cities, Colin Kaepernick, Black Lives Matter…the lines draw themselves.
But comparisons to the UK are less obvious, because racism here is more insidious. I’m going to draw out three examples of how racism in Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry is comparable to the UK.
1. To call out racism is to be attacked
On the way to school, TJ Avery gleefully shares the story of Sam Tatum with the Logan children. Mr. Tatum has been tarred and feathered by ‘night riders’ after accusing a white shop owner of overcharging.
“Mr Tatum’s s’pose to done told him that he ain’t ordered up all the things Mr. Barnett done charged him for. Mr. Barnett said he had all them things Mr. Tatum ordered writ down and when Mr. Tatum asked to see that list of his, Mr. Marnett says, ‘You calling me a liar, boy?’ And Mr. Tatum says, ‘Yessuh, I guess I is!’ That done it.
That did it indeed. The night riders amassed on Tatum’s house after dark to teach him a lesson.
You don’t have to take action against racism to become public enemy number one. Sometimes you just need to acknowledge it, call it out. No doubt Mr Barnett knew that he was guilty as charged. Possibly other white community members knew he was overcharging his black customers. But to call it out, to impugn his reputation, that was the crime.
In 2017 Cambridge student, Jason Okundaye, posted a tweet saying:
“All white people are racist. White middle class, white working class, white men, white women, white gays, white children they can all geddit.”
The British newspaper presses couldn’t spit out the Headlines of Outrage fast enough.
They didn’t trouble themselves to establish the context of the tweets and so did not report that Okundaye was engaged in an online discussion and responding to the suggestion that racism in Britain persisted amongst only the white working class. Instead, they worked to frame Okundaye’s words as a call to arms for black people, coming as it did after the death of a young black man during a police chase.
When people are accused of actual racist acts, the wheels of justice move like a snail in honey. However, under the loud indignation of the papers, the police were quick to launch an investigation, Cambridge University promised to undertake their own and a senior Tory MP demanded Okundaye be prosecuted for stirring up racial hatred.
Though Okundaye was eventually cleared of all wrongdoing, the awfulness of having a country’s entire media allied against you, the deluge of racist condemnation and death threats from fellow citizens – well let’s assume that takes a toll.
Plus, if you google his name, guess what comes up first…
Okundaye was tarred and feathered as effectively as Mr. Tatum in 1930s Mississippi.
It’s a pattern we see repeat itself.
I remember when Hackney MP Diane Abbott was lambasted after a Twitter discussion where she shared her opinion that rejecting the concept of a ‘black community’ was playing into a divide and rule agenda. During the discussion she tweeted: “White people love playing ‘divide & rule’ We should not play their game #tacticasoldascolonialism.”
Once again, the British media swung into action. The objection wasn’t even #NotAllWhitePeople, there was no acknowledgement that Abbott had referred to a tactic widely practiced by the British during the colonial era, that might have forced those critiquing her to concede that in the present day such a tactic might be again employed to weaken the politicking of minority communities in Britain. Instead it was pitchforks and righteous anger. Diane Abbott was a racist and had to be punished.
The first black female MP was forced to apologise for her comments by party leader, Ed Miliband and barely avoided being sacked. Her statement was treated as prejudice fuelled paranoia. The suggestion that racism might be rampant across the UK, that it might be institutional and thus strategically deployed at times went unconsidered. The spreader of such lies had to be shouted down and tarred so effectively that should she say anything about race in future, this ‘racist’ incident would always be mentioned.
Lola Olufemi’s experience was just as ugly. Olufemi was part of a group of Cambridge students who wrote an open letter to their academics asking that their syllabus include some ethnic minority writers.
The Telegraph splashed Lola’s photo across half of its front page with the headline: Cambridge University caves in to student’s campaign to replace white authors with black writers
Lola said of the incident: “all of my Facebook, my email were flooded with racist and sexist abuse. And that’s not by accident. That is a very purposeful thing that you’re doing.”
It is indeed a purposeful act. The objective of tar and feathering, is not simply to punish the accused, but to warn others from repeating their actions. Britain does not like to be called out for racism. Those who do are always punished.
2. Racism thrives on miseducation
Cassie’s mother is fired from her teaching job after members of the school board observe her lesson on the transatlantic slave trade.
“Mama did not flinch…She spoke on the cruelty of it; of the rich economic cycle it generated as slaves produced the raw products for the factories of the North and Europe; how the country profited and grew from the free labour of a people still not free.”
The board members do not like what they hear.
“Mr. Granger turned the pages, stopped, and read something. ‘I don’t see all them things you’re teaching in here’.
‘That’s because they’re not in there,” Mama said.
‘Well if it ain’t in here, then you got no right teaching it. This book’s approved by the Board of Education and you’re expected to teach what’s in it.’
‘I can’t do that.’
‘And why not?’
Mama, her back straight and her eyes fixed on the men, answered. ‘Because all that’s in that book isn’t true.’”
The true reason for Mrs. Logan firing is her family’s boycott of a white-owned store, however, I imagine the subject matter of her lesson would have been plenty sufficient.
Mrs. Logan makes the link between anti-black discrimination, the exploitation of black labour and the creation of American wealth. It’s an equation that flies in the face of racist narratives that dismiss black people as lazy, unintelligent and a drain on society. For black children to learn that their labour, their parents’ labour and that of their ancestors was the backbone of the American economy would give them a sense of worth that the school board did not want black children to have.
The selective, curated teaching of history that denies the contribution of black people to the building of western countries persists in Britain today.
Teaching of the slave trade wasn’t added to the UK’s school curriculum until 2008. Even then, as history is not a compulsory subject for secondary schools, the Department of Education has admitted it has no idea how many schools are actually teaching it.
This seems incredible considering Britain played a leading role in the trade for over 300 years. Half of the Africans transported into slavery during the 18th century were carried in British ships.
History Professor, Kris Manjapra writes with incredulity on Britain’s selective amnesia about slavery:
“Britain could not have become the most powerful economic force on earth by the turn of the 19th century without commanding the largest slave plantation economies on earth, with more than 800,000 people enslaved.”
In his book, Capitalism and Slavery, Trinidadian historian Eric Williams builds a picture that shows how the infrastructure for industrialism in the UK was spurred on by the market forces of slavery.
“Williams shows how capital accrued from the slave trade and the Caribbean plantation complex financed the construction of English estates, seaport towns like Bristol, Liverpool, and London, and their manufacturing counterparts like Manchester.”
Yet all children are often taught about slavery is that Britain was the first country to abolish it. As though there were no material benefits to Britain during the three centuries that it thrived.
And then there’s colonialism. So many of today’s headline stories that relate to migration, trade, economic development etc, can be traced directly back to colonialism. But it’s easier for the British government to act as though black people migrating to the UK from the Caribbean and Africa are seeking handouts, rather than confess that colonial education set down by the British indoctrinated black children on foreign shores into believing that Britain was the Motherland. They do not acknowledge the authoritarian puppet leaders they left in place to rule their former colonies. They draw no lines of causation between the civil wars that rage in countries they haphazardly created with a map and a black ink pen.
Instead there is a shallow remembrance of the empire, as though it were merely a system that spread the English language, railways and cricket across the planet.
The consequence of this miseducation is that when Tom pulls out his Barclays bank card to pay for his pint in the Kings’s Arms he doesn’t know he is using a bank formed by slave merchants who needed a system of credit for long sea journeys to Africa. When Doris wanders the elegant galleries of the Tate Britain Art gallery, she doesn’t know that its founder, Sir Henry Tate, built the necessary wealth to found his national attraction “by acquiring a Merseyside company that flourished under slavery and the system of indentured labour that followed abolition.”
Bob doesn’t know how all the Caribbean seniors in his neighbourhood came to have a right to remain in Britain. Ade doesn’t know that his parents’ country was named by a British journalist who married a British colonial administrator. He doesn’t realise that Nigeria is actually an amalgamation of 500 different tribes who don’t speak the same language or have very much in common at all, hence the problems that have led to his parents moving to England.
All this ignorance supports the racist ideology that black people are takers rather givers to the UK and that we have stumbled into the country by happen-chance.
3. Racism insists black people wait their turn
One of the most powerful, painful scenes in the book is Cassie’s visit to Strawberry. She has been longing to go to the market town, to see something more sophisticated than the dirt roads of her home.
While Big Ma visits the family lawyer, Cassie, Stacey and TJ decide to be helpful and go and buy the items from the Strawberry mercantile. They wait their turn in line, hand the shop keeper the list, then wait some more as he serves every white person who enters the store before them.
Cassie is not impressed. Especially when a girl her age is served ahead of them.
“‘Uh…’scuse me, Mr. Barnett,’ I said as politely as I could, waiting a moment for him to look up from his wrapping. ‘I think you forgot, but you was waiting on us ‘fore you was waiting on this girl here, and we been waiting a good while now for you to get back.’
The girl gazed at me strangely, but Mr. Burnett did not look up. I assumed that he had not heard me. I was near the end of the counter so I merely went to the other side of it and tugged on his shirt sleeve to get his attention.
He recoiled as if I had struck him.
‘Y-you was helping us,’ I said, backing to the front of the counter again.
‘Well, you just get your little black self back over there and wait some more,’ he said in a low, tight voice.
Cassie is traumatized. Her sense of fairness and decency are upended.
I’m going to stretch out an arm here and reach to say that when I read this today, it makes me think of black people trying to penetrate white collar and creative industries in the UK.
We’ve seen the mass migration to the US black actors as a result of the lack of opportunities here. A survey carried out by the BFI (British Film Institute) in 2016 found that in the 10 years previous, 60% of British films released cast no black actors at all.
Studies in 2017 found that fewer than one in 10 management jobs in the UK were held by members of black, Asian or minority ethnic groups. And an analysis of board members across the biggest charities in the country found that only 6.3% were BAME.
And so it goes on. Industry after industry, all waiting for their day of reckoning, for a light to be shone before recognize the blinding whiteness of their corner of the job market.
Now this is where I reach.
Black people applying for jobs in these industries know they are being discriminated against. Like Cassie at the shop counter, they can see they are being passed over, ignored. But if they raise a fuss they are slapped back, just as Cassie was.
In 2014, award-winning author Malorie Blackman called for greater diversity in publishing. Sky News ran the story under the misquoted headline: “Children’s Books ‘Have Too Many White Faces’, says Malorie Blackman.”
Cue anger, racist vitriol and death threats.
Sky later changed the headline to “Call for More Ethnic Diversity in Kids’ Books”.
But surely the sentiment is the same. There is an obvious lack of racial diversity in Britain’s children’s publishing. Yet, as a person of colour, you’re not allowed to notice.
Alongside those offended by Blackman’s request for more books by people of colour were the ‘liberal justifiers’. The ones who wondered whether black people were applying for publishing jobs, whether they were qualified, whether publishers were just following the market and responding to the lack of demand for books with black characters, they wondered whether the whole discussion was even necessary because surely colour didn’t matter at all as long as you have quality books on the shelves.
Racial bias in UK industries can be shout-in-your-face obvious, but people will argue to the death that they come about organically and as the result of merit-based recruitment. Black people are left at the counter, waiting for a turn that will only come when every last white person in the building has been served first.
There is so much more we could parse out of Roll of Thunder on the topic of race. The hostility towards black success, what it means to be a white ally in the struggle for racial equality, the criminalization of black children and so on.
In future I will be revisiting the whole series to fawn over my favourite character, Cassie Logan.
But to end this post I will simply praise Mildred D Taylor for being so clear-sighted in identifying to many building blocks of racist discrimination. Revisiting the book forces us to ponder why 90 years after the story was set, we are still fighting the same battles as the Logan family, and not just in poor, backwater American outposts, but in the heart of what we consider liberal, progressive places.
Something to consider.
I love going into Waterstones and just having a root around their shelves to see which black writers they have in store. Some days I’ll discover a new author, other days I get to rejoice over a familiar book that’s been reissued with a new jacket design. It’s been quite a few a while since my last visit to my favourite Waterstones in Piccadilly Circus so there was plenty for me to appreciate this week.
Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi
The Belles by Dhonielle Clayton
Two fantasy novels. Two black authors. Both highly anticipated and buttressed with serious marketing dollars. I hope this is a taste of things to come.
Children of Blood and Bone
Zélie remembers when the soil of Orïsha hummed with magic. When different clans ruled – Burners igniting flames, Tiders beckoning waves, and Zélie’s Reaper mother summoning forth souls.
But everything changed the night magic disappeared. Under the orders of a ruthless king, anyone with powers was targeted and killed, leaving Zélie without a mother and her people without hope. Only a few people remain with the power to use magic, and they must remain hidden.
Zélie is one such person. Now she has a chance to bring back magic to her people and strike against the monarchy. With the help of a rogue princess, Zélie must learn to harness her powers and outrun the crown prince, who is hell-bent on eradicating magic for good.
Danger lurks in Orïsha, where strange creatures prowl, and vengeful spirits wait in the waters. Yet the greatest danger may be Zélie herself as she struggles to come to terms with the strength of her magic – and her growing feelings for an enemy.
In the opulent world of Orleans, the people are born grey and damned, and only a Belle’s powers can make them beautiful.
Camellia Beauregard wants to be the favourite Belle – the one chosen by the queen to tend to the royal family.
But once Camellia and her Belle sisters arrive at court, it becomes clear that being the favourite is not everything she always dreamed it would be.
Behind the gilded palace walls live dark secrets, and Camellia soon learns that her powers may be far greater – and far darker – than she ever imagined.
When the queen asks Camellia to break the rules she lives by to save the ailing princess, she faces an impossible decision: protect herself and the way of the Belles, or risk her own life, and change the world forever.
Straight Outta Crongton by Alex Wheatle
Did you know Alex Wheatle is the UK’s most read Black British author? Well, now you do. This children’s chapter book is the third in a trilogy set in the fictional South Crong council estate.
Alex Wheatle says he turned to YA fiction initially because he felt he wasn’t making progress in adult publishing. He told the Guardian:
“Even though I had a good reputation, I always felt a resistance. I didn’t feel like I was making inroads. I felt like I was this token black writer who writes about ghetto stuff.”
I happen to think children and YA publishing is making a marked effort to publish more diverse voice, while adult publishing seems to be pottering on as though there is no problem. I think this chimes with Alex’s experience of finding YA publishing more accommodating for a black author.
The good news is, the move from adult to YA has paid off for Alex. The second installment of the Crong series, Crongton Knights, won the 2016 Guardian children’s fiction prize. I’m really hoping we’ll see the series on school reading lists before too long.
Life’s a constant hustle for Mo. Her mum’s boyfriend Lloyd is just another man who likes to beat down women; the South Crong streets are fraught with hazards and nasty G’s; and when it comes to matters of the heart . . . she’s still hung up on Sam.
No wonder she’s vexed so much of the time.
Thank god her sistrens, Elaine and Naomi, are on her side: if one of them falls then they all fall.
But when badness goes down and a life is left hanging in the balance, Mo has to face her hot urge for revenge . . . and she might end up losing more than she wins.
The Friend by Dorothy Koomson
Waterstones isn’t quite sure what to do with Dorothy Koomson. Most of her books are under Romance, which makes sense for her early work like Marshmallows for Breakfast and The Chocolate Run. But Rose Petal Beach and The Girl From Nowhere, with their murders and psychological brain-twistyness? Not so much. I think it’s because her publishers insist on giving her pastel coloured, candy-sweet book jackets. The booksellers have no idea about the darkness Dorothy has hidden inside.
Well, her latest release might mark a change in the tide. I found The Friend looking very comfortable in the Crime section.
After her husband’s big promotion, Cece Solarin arrives in Brighton with their three children, ready to start afresh. But their new neighbourhood has a deadly secret. Three weeks earlier, Yvonne, a very popular parent, was almost murdered in the grounds of the local school – the same school where Cece has unwittingly enrolled her children.
Already anxious about making friends when the parents seem so cliquey, Cece is now also worried about her children’s safety. By chance she meets Maxie, Anaya and Hazel, three very different school mothers who make her feel welcome and reassure her about her new life. That is until Cece discovers the police believe one of her new friends tried to kill Yvonne. Reluctant to spy on her friends but determined to discover the truth, Cece must uncover the potential murderer before they strike again . . .
Indigo Donut by Patrice Lawrence
I remember Patrice’s debut novel, Orange Boy, winning a basket-load of awards when it landed in 2016. That story was about a teen pushed to embrace the violence of the streets after becoming the target of a ruthless gang. Indigo Donut came out in July 2017 and seems just as powerful and fearless about taking on tough topics.
Seventeen-year-old Indigo has had a tough start in life, having grown up in the care system after her dad killed her mum. Bailey, also seventeen, lives with his parents in Hackney and spends all his time playing guitar or tending to his luscious ginger afro.
When Indigo and Bailey meet at sixth form, serious sparks fly. But when Bailey becomes the target of a homeless man who seems to know more about Indigo than is normal, Bailey is forced to make a choice he should never have to make.
An American Marriage by Tayari Jones
The last Oprah book club selection I read was The Twelve Tribes of Hattie in 2014. I’m still haunted by the opening scene where 17-year-old Hattie sits crumpled on the floor of her bathroom, desperately trying to save her twin babies from pneumonia. Spoiler alert: She loses.
That scene broke off a piece of my heart. I sense a comparable level of heartbreak coming my way with this meditation on marriage from Tayari Jones.
Newlyweds, Celestial and Roy, are the embodiment of both the American Dream and the New South. He is a young executive and she is artist on the brink of an exciting career. They are settling into the routine of their life together, when they are ripped apart by circumstances neither could have imagined. Roy is arrested and sentenced to twelve years for a crime Celestial knows he didn’t commit. Though fiercely independent, Celestial finds herself bereft and unmoored, taking comfort in Andre, her childhood friend, and best man at their wedding. As Roy’s time in prison passes, she is unable to hold on to the love that has been her center. After five years, Roy’s conviction is suddenly overturned, and he returns to Atlanta ready to resume their life together.
Piecing Me Together by Renee Watson
I found this gem on the Young Adult floor. It came out in Feb 2017 so it’s still pretty new. The set up of a black girl being bussed out of her black neighbourhood to a faraway white private school reminded me of the situation for Starr in The Hate U Give. There are no police shootings in this novel, just a black girl who wants to be treated like a fully whole human, and not a broken object.
I love the collage, school-art-project feel of the cover. I also had to marvel at the dark-skinned model. Boy, we’ve come a long way from the days of whitewashing, when publishers would put images of white girls on the covers of books about black girls to ‘help them sell’.
Jade believes she must get out of her poor neighborhood if she’s ever going to succeed. Her mother tells her to take advantage of every opportunity that comes her way. And Jade has: every day she rides the bus away from her friends and to the private school where she feels like an outsider, but where she has plenty of opportunities. But some opportunities she doesn’t really welcome, like an invitation to join Women to Women, a mentorship program for “at-risk” girls. Just because her mentor is black and graduated from the same high school doesn’t mean she understands where Jade is coming from. She’s tired of being singled out as someone who needs help, someone people want to fix. Jade wants to speak, to create, to express her joys and sorrows, her pain and her hope. Maybe there are some things she could show other women about understanding the world and finding ways to be real, to make a difference.
Small Island by Andrea Levy
New cover! I know nothing about art, it looks like some kind of sponge print-effect has been used. I don’t care, the result is stunning.
It is 1948, and England is recovering from a war. But at 21 Nevern Street, London, the conflict has only just begun. Queenie Bligh’s neighbours do not approve when she agrees to take in Jamaican lodgers, but Queenie doesn’t know when her husband will return, or if he will come back at all. What else can she do?
Gilbert Joseph was one of the several thousand Jamaican men who joined the RAF to fight against Hitler. Returning to England as a civilian he finds himself treated very differently. It’s desperation that makes him remember a wartime friendship with Queenie and knock at her door.
Gilbert’s wife Hortense, too, had longed to leave Jamaica and start a better life in England. But when she joins him she is shocked to find London shabby, decrepit, and far from the golden city of her dreams. Even Gilbert is not the man she thought he was…
Welcome to Lagos by Chibundu Onuzo
Another gorgeous cover. I like the way the artist has incorporated the title and author name into the street furniture of this Lagos street. You’ve even got a portrait of Chibundu and her magnificent hair on the billboard. The cover is a joyful reflection of the colour and frenzy of Lagos life. I’m particularly enamoured with the beautiful print fabrics the characters are wearing.
Deep in the Niger Delta, officer Chike Ameobi deserts the army and sets out on the road to Lagos. He is soon joined by a wayward private, a naive militant, a vulnerable young woman and a runaway middle-class wife. The shared goals of this unlikely group: freedom and new life.
As they strive to find their places in the city, they become embroiled in a political scandal. Ahmed Bakare, editor of the failing Nigerian Journal, is determined to report the truth. Yet government minister Chief Sandayo will do anything to maintain his position. Trapped between the two, they are forced to make a life-changing decision.
Full of shimmering detail, Welcome to Lagos is a stunning portrayal of an extraordinary city, and of seven lives that intersect in a breathless story of courage and survival.
The Same Earth by Kei Miller
The vibrant cover caught my eye first. That mustard yellow all but leaps off the front. I’m assuming the novel has been reissued as it originally came out in 2008 but the jacket design feels very fresh and contenporary.
I flipped over to the back and read: In the small Jamaican village of Watersgate a thief stirs – no fewer than three pairs of Tessa Walcott’s panties have gone missing.
I’m laughing already! Who doesn’t love a small town crimewave? This is the kind of cozy mystery you enjoy on a rainy night with some Jamaica ginger cake and a teapot of black tea.
It all begins with the theft of Tessa Walcott’s panties…
After the hurricane of 1974, Jamaica is devastated. Imelda Richardson is sent to England, without a place to stay or a plan of what to do. Luckily she is taken in by Purletta Johnson, a member of the ex-pat bourgeoisie who has decided to become more Jamaican than any Jamaican: sucking her teeth, sporting a gold tooth, and growing ganja on her balcony.
But when her mother dies Imelda returns to Jamaica. When Tessa Walcott’s panties are stolen, she and Imelda set up a Neighbourhood Watch. But they haven’t counted on Pastor Braithwaite who denounces them in Church. The church-goers turn on Imelda, and when the river suddenly floods her home it is seen as a punishment from God. A Pentecostal fervour sweeps through the village of Watersgate, fuelled by Evangelist Millie. In her last great crusade, Miss Millie organises ‘fire to burn their sins away’, equipping the villagers with kerosene as they set about burning everything. Now they are marching on the gay man’s house and only Imelda can save him.
Vauxhall by Gabriel Gbadamosi
You had me at Vauxhall. Why? Because it was up the road from my childhood home in South East London. Just goes to show the power of a title. This novel originally came out in 2013. The author is Irish-Nigerian and a poet and playwright.
1970s London: Young Michael runs past the railway arches and terraces of Vauxhall. Reaching the street on which he lives, he witnesses a young girl fall from a window, her sari floating down behind her. Her lifeless body lies crumpled on the ground. This incident marks the beginning of a period in which Michael s life threatens to unravel. From his sister s taunts to a series of house fires, police harassment, his parents crumbling marriage and the realisation that the council intends to clear out the slum he calls home, he learns to navigate his way through an array of obstacles, big and small. An extraordinary debut novel, Vauxhall tells a warm and hopeful story of a young boy and the city that surrounds him.
Searching out new books from black authors – the raison d’être of this little blog – often feels like combing through the stars for alien contact.
No, really. Stay with me.
If you’ve seen the 1997 sci-fi film, Contact, you’ll remember Jodie Foster lying on the hood of her car, parked in the middle of a field of giant telescopes, her headphones on, eyes closed, listening to the skies. There’s an awful lot of noise out there, but she’s sifting through it, listening for a pattern, a rhythm, an alien signal.
Jodie Foster is me. Except I spend my time scanning a mishmash of social media, blogs, daily papers, podcasts and FM radio, my ears and eyes perked for The Signal. That rare mention of a new black book. And when I spot it, like Jodie, I swing into action, racing to trace the message back to its source. Who sent it? Why? Is the referenced author established or a newbie? Which publisher? Genre? Release date? The level of excitement is like NASA finding ET.
Here are the online spaces I like to frequent when I’m searching for new black books.
OkayAfrica is a digital media platform focused on African culture, music and politics. I like to drop into the Arts & Culture section regularly to see which new African authors they have unearthed.
Jess Is Reading
Jessica Pryde is a professional librarian, writer and reader of romance novels. Her Twitter feed is stuffed with fantastic links and conversations.
Girl, Have You Read?
This website and podcast are centered around black romance. As the creators say: “Our ultimate goal is to bring black authors to the forefront…to show that we’re out here, and we’re writing, and reading, and our minds are open and ready!”
Minorities in Publishing
This insightful podcast is run by publishing professional, Jenn Baker. It’s real behind-the-scenes stuff, like standing at the water cooler eavesdropping as she talks about diversity with authors and fellow publishing professionals.
Book Riot offers up a steady stream of book recommendations using cheerfully inventive titles like: 5 BOOKS FOR AQUARIUS READERS (THAT AREN’T BY WHITE MEN).
The discussions are lively and impassioned as 20-somethings Alex Reads, Rai, and Derek Owusu explore the overlap between books, wellness and pop-culture.
WOC In Romance
The WOC In Romance website was established by writer Rebekah Weatherspoon to promote women of colour writing romance. Her Twitter feed never sleeps, the woman is always busy ferreting out book suggestions for the masses.
Well-Read Black Girl
Well-Read Black Girl celebrates Black women writers past, present and future. The Instagram feed (@wellreadblackgirl) is a daily joy.
We Need Diverse Books .org
It’s a non-profit, grassroots organization that advocates for changes in children’s publishing.
I’m aware that the Americans are over represented in this list. I’d love to redress the balance. If you have a blogger/podcast/other recommendation from another part of the world, please share below.
Purple Mangoes is a collection of 10 stories that explore womanhood in West Africa. The voices vary from story to story, each one sharp, distinct and revealing of another facet of the female experience in African society.
The first time I read the collection I ached with the bleakness of it all. I lamented the short-sightedness of the women who crowded around a newborn in Baby Girl and discussed her like a commodity at the market.
“You know a good daughter will fetch a good bride price for her father, especially if she is hard working and beautiful.”
I fumed on behalf of the adolescent in The Child Widow who is married off to an elderly man then accused of murdering him when he dies.
Taking a novel from page to screen is like putting a giant microphone in front of an author. The audience reach mushrooms like a chemical explosion.
That’s why I get so excited when I hear a book by a black author has been picked up for a TV or film adaptation. I anticipate the author’s fanbase growing, their stories travelling further, the writer receiving greater recognition and (hopefully) more money for their work. It’s just a steady stream of upsides.
Here are 6 books about to make the leap from page to screen.
Book 1 is called The Fifth Season and ushers us into a world plagued by catastrophic earthquakes, where mutants who can manipulate the earth are oppressed by humans.