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The Streets of Nottingham Is a Magical Fantasy Journey


By Douglas Cobb

The Streets of Nottingham by the talented author Auckly Simwinga is a page-turning work of spellbinding fantasy and myth, a magical and fascinating first-person tale narrated by an adventurous and mysterious character only identified by his first name, Adam. It is a story that fans of fantasy will enjoy reading, because Adam goes on a quest that everyone thinks is impossible. There are gods and goddesses, wraiths, and creatures called demauglers, which are sort of like werewolves, but with bones showing here and there, as if they were zombie werewolves with attitudes.

Adam's quest involves trying to find a city called Nottingham, a place that ancient scrolls describe in detail, but a place that is reportedly impossible for anyone to ever reach. He wants to travel there to find a healer that the scrolls mention, to try to save the love of his life, a beautiful young woman named Marika, and bring her back from the dead, after their village is attacked by wraiths.

The Streets of Nottingham begins with a Prologue, and has only four chapters. The Prologue is supposedly an excerpt from a scroll, specifically, the 11th. Scroll, verses 1-6, and it is from a book called - what else - the "great book." The excerpt and what it reveals, Adam discovers, while he is on his quest, is basically the truth. At first, though, the language does not seem to him to be very straightforward, but more like a series of riddles. One example is when the excerpt mentions: "May the darkness be your guide."

"The Breaking of the World" is referred to quite a lot throughout The Streets of Nottingham. The world that Adam and Marika live in has drastically changed from what it was once like, as if it has broken in pieces, and fiery rivers separate the chunks of land that still exist.

The explanation that is contained in the scrolls is that a goddess called Rain, who is ebony-skinned and looks quite a bit to Adam like Marika, is one of the ones responsible for the breaking up of the world. A god-king, who is Marika's father, has had a major falling out with her, resulting in a "400-year war." The war began because he was not happy with Caelemon, the god she fell in love with. He transforms Caelemon into a brutish monster.

Adam cannot bear to be in the village he has lived in all his life, when he learns that it will soon be time for Marika to be cremated. That is when he embarks on his quest to find Nottingham and the healer reputed to be there, riding off on his horse, Shadow. Adam has many adventures along the way, and he gradually works out the meaning behind the excerpt, all to save Marika and bring her back to life.

While The Streets of Nottingham by Auckly Simwinga is a work of fiction that deals with tragic topics, it is also filled with joyous moments and hope, and readers will find themselves rooting for Adam, hoping that he succeeds in his noble quest. If you are a fan of the fantasy genre, I highly recommend that you check out The Streets of Nottingham today!

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Great Fiction: Jump at the Sun by Kim McLarin

Great Fiction: Jump at the Sun by Kim McLarin

By Pete Quinones

At the nucleus of Kim McLarin's third novel is a concern with a seminal sociological theory, which we'll take a look at in a moment - however, lest anyone have the idea that this is a dry, academic type novel, let's enjoy this comet of observational exactitude:

"He said his name came from the Bible, the Book of Genesis; Cush was a son of Ham. She was impressed that he knew the Bible and that he didn't make up some stupid, sleazy explanation for his name, like "It means cushion, baby, because my love is so soft."

This pericope is a perfect, exegetic example of one of McLarin's real strengths as an author - she moves from being Whoopi Goldberg or Dave Chapelle or Richard Pryor on one page, in one paragraph, to an intellectual making her way through Durkheim, James Q. Wilson, Ann Morrow Lindbergh on the next. Plenty of authors attempt to unite qualities such as this, but what makes McLarin's writing memorable is that she combines these with a third trait -she has chutzpah in droves, a frankness about people, issues and feelings that really borders on the courageous. Jump at the Sun packs a real emotional wallop for this reason.

In the book New York in the Fifties by Dan Wakefield there's a photograph of the sociologist C. Wright Mills roaring off on his motorcycle, a surprising image that we could interpret, with some poetic license, as a symbol of the power of some of Mills' ideas. Mills' The Sociological Imagination advances the interesting hypothesis that individual facts, standing alone, don't mean very much. They have to be connected by a theory in order to make an impact. The way's McLarin's narrator Grace Jefferson puts it is

"One man's joblessness is his own problem - unless that man is black and fifty percent of black men in New York City are also unemployed One woman's homelessness is her own sad concern - unless the supply of affordable housing in a city has doubled to near nothingness. One child flunking a standardized test is the headache of that child's parent exclusively- unless sixty to seventy percent of the children in Boston public schools also can't pass the test."

Grace Jefferson is a wholly up to date woman, a PhD in sociology, mother of two young girls, married to a successful scientist named Eddie who STRONGLY longs to father a son, a desire that Grace really doesn't share; this situation percolates slowly throughout the novel, commencing when Grace takes the morning after pill (aided, in a hilarious exchange on the phone, by a Dr. Aranki) and gathering steam steadily until Eddie accidentally uncovers this behavior ( which she's tried to keep hidden from him) towards the end, where it coincides with another serious choice Grace has made).

Most reviews of this novel approach it from the standpoint of its being about motherhood, which it most assuredly is, but it is about much more than that too, and in my opinion it's quite worthwhile to check these less obvious areas.

Three sets of relationships of Grace's form the backbone of the story - her relationship to her mother and grandmother, to her husband and children, and to her friend Valerie. The relationships form a series of time mirrors around Grace - we see that in some ways she is exactly like the others, in some ways very different. McLarin takes the risk of brief departures from Grace's first person narrations, which form the majority of the tale, to offer third person accounts of episodes in the lives of Rae, her grandmother, and Mattie, her mother. One of the reasons this potentially artificial narrative experiment works is that it allows us to see similarities between Rae and Mattie that Grace cannot see - it gives us, as readers, a privilege that Grace, the main character, does not have. For example, in the very first scene Rae is sort of half-raped in a cotton field and when the man finishes with her "She pushed him off, pulled down her skirt." Years later, Mattie "put her hands against my father's chest and pushed" in an effort to get free. Obviously the pushes are literal, but they're symbolic as well. They're also part of the construction of the Sociological Imagination - if one woman wants to push her repulsive lover off herself so she can get free that's her own little knotty point, but if hundreds - thousands? millions? -have the same appetency it's something more. And Grace rejects Eddie in ways that have a similar spirit, the strongest expression of which occurs near the end, when she briefly participates in her sister Lena's insane road adventures. McLarin uses ths narrative technique to point up differences also - Grace is a bookworm, an academic, while Rae "at fifteen had long since given up on what good could be located on the inside of schooling books."

I don't have any doubt that with time the character of Rae will be recognized as one of the great characters in the fiction of this era. Facing the world alone from age fifteen on, she survives purely by her own wits and her ability to control and manipulate (we see a few scenes in which she scams Mattie out of money; it's clear that Mattie is not the only person she does this to). Somehow McLarin is able to give us an accurate portrait of this woman's entire life without ever really dwelling at great length on it anywhere ("She died as she had lived: solitary, defiant, nobody holding her hand.") In the beginning, as a child in the cotton fields just before World War Two, she is said to be able to pick as much as cotton as any man; at the end, on her deathbed, fighting her daughter and granddaughter, her weak blows are compared to snowflakes. (But she's spunky as ever - her persona cannot be depleted or diminished with age, as her physical body can.)

Whereas Rae lives her life essentially as a hustler, wholly selfish, not especially concerned with her family, Mattie works hard for her kids, getting a job with the US Postal Service and putting in a lot of overtime. In fact her husband, Cush - Cush Breedlove, notice - seems to present her with a choice, "The way we used to be... Just me and you. Nobody pulling on us, tugging on us all the time. It was sweet, wasn't it, baby?" Simply unable to step up to the responsibilities of being a father, he's coaxing her to bring their kids to her mother for a while. The irony is that, a young mother, Rae had run off with a man and left Mattie behind. More ironically still, Grace will come to to have these same feelings, that her daughters are "pulling on her." Mattie, correctly, is horrified of the idea of leaving her babies with Rae and Cush eventually leaves her.

Ostensibly Grace has everything - handsome husband with a great job at a major drug company, highly educated herself (she was let go, though, from the faculty at Duke University, denied tenure, and this weighs heavily), two great kids, beautiful house in Boston, much to be envied. From the beginning, as soon as we meet her, she has the thought that she could leave her family as her grandmother did. (McLarin's first novel, Taming It Down, also begins with the heroine in a disturbed state, looking for a psychotherapist.) What makes her feel this way? The short, uncomplicated answer is that her husband and her children are choking her to death, taking all her space. In the first chapter she is symbolically, accidentally, locked in the basement of the house. She acknowledges that the men in her mother's and grandmother's lives have not been very loving guys, and she is therefore confused by her own husband's loving, extremely social nature. He insists on trying to make her pregnant with a boy, against her wishes. I found it immensely interesting to compare the following two excerpts, the first from Grace herself, the second about Rae and her first husband:

"Really, what was my problem anyway? House too big? Bills too paid? Kids too healthy and well fed?"

"Hootie had treated her well - no beatings, no slipping out, no throwing her down anyway when she said no, and her never asked her to rise earlier or work harder or sweat longer than he did himself."

Notice in the second passage that what most of us would consider to be the barest minimum hygiene factors of a successful relationship, mere requirements for survival, she considers to be being treated well. What would she say if she found herself living under the conditions described in the first passage! McLarin implies, though she never really specifically states, that Rae and Grace share some dark, selfish, even Machiavellian impulses, some sort of soul-commiseration. Grace spends a good part of the novel wondering about Rae; in one scene she journeys to Providence from Boston looking for Rae, following a false clue she's gotten from an internet search that is of course a dead end. Her last meeting with her grandmother in this world only becomes possible when Mattie joins in, when the three of them can be present. The two personalities of Rae and Mattie - the battler who would forsake even her own children and the martyr who exists only for her children - in the end are combined in Grace. (Mattie, now that her own kids are grown and gone, serves as a foster parent in her sixties, unable to get the need to be a mother out of her system.) Grace has got the emotional DNA of both of the older women.

In my opinion the real pith of the novel occurs in the relationship that takes up the least amount of space and time, and this is that of Grace and her new friend, Valerie. The two women mirror each other in many ways, are what is called in screenplay writing classes the reflection characters, both African American mothers in their thirties with kids (three boys in Valerie's case), women of education. They meet in the park where they take the kids to play. Although the outer circumstances of their lives seem quite similar, their interior wiring is very different. Whereas Grace is nervy, on edge, confused, and in the grip of existential dread, Valerie is very nearly a fully actualized person, almost monk-like in the Zen peace of a harmonic life. Her husband and her children are still creatures of wonder and fascination to her, something that Grace can no longer imagine. This is Grace on her husband:

"Back in the early days of our relationship, back when we still had the energy to explore each other's inner life... "

"I'd be reading on the living room couch or at the computer doing work or at the kitchen table contemplating space and Eddie would say something and the irritation would just crawl up my back. I would think: Can't you just leave me alone?"

On her children:

" But to have children is to understand the impulse toward child abuse. As a parent, you will say and do things to your children that you would never say and do to anyone else- because society would not allow it; because no one can rattle you the way your children can... You will be horrified at the way you behave."

At one point, when her kids ask her why they have to do a certain thing, she is horrified to hear herself give the response she herself loathed as a little girl: "Because I said so!" The beauty of the passage that follows should be read in the text, within the flow of the story, so I won't quote it here. As dissatisfied in marriage and parenthood as Grace is, Valerie is satisfied, but when two unexpected events rock Valerie's universe badly we come to see the lives of Rae, Mattie and Grace very differently, and Grace's brief acquaintance with Valerie teaches her a lot. And it teaches us as well. In a way the entire story is an investigation of how Valerie was able to get to an emotional haven that Grace is not, and why, and if Valerie's evident happiness is - or can even in theory be - real.

There's so much in the novel I haven't gotten into - Grace's thoughts about some of her in-laws, her observation of young black teenagers on the streets of the Providence ghetto, her memories of one of her beloved professors in college, her sister Lena's ability to sense emotional truth about Grace's daughter where Grace can't, and that's just a sampling. McLarin has a sharp, sharp lens. If someone ever asks you to recommend a good story about generational relationships, here it is. Or about motherhood, or marriage, or modern feminism, or strong women, or the application of intellectual ideas in fiction. Jump at the Sun works with a wide net, and it catches everything.

Peter Quinones is the author of a #1 Amazon bestseller, Postmodern Deconstruction Madhouse. http://www.postmoderndeconstructionmadhouse.com

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Great Fiction: The Other Language by Francesca Marciano

Great Fiction: The Other Language by Francesca Marciano

By Pete Quinones

One of the greatest rewards of following an individual author's career is seeing their progress evolve before your eyes - being able to see how, with the passage of time, they have become a stronger writer, a better artist, how they have developed, honed, and sharpened their craft. In Francesca Marciano's case, with her new book of stories, we're talking about an author who has arrived - the apprenticeship is over. The people, places, messages and motifs are all familiar to us from her earlier work - indeed, she takes up this very issue in the story here entitled "An Indian Soiree" - but in The Other Language she's in full command of her themes, subject matter, and characters in a way she may not have been in, say, Rules of the Wild or The End of Manners (as good as those two novels are). Every story here has the absolute ring of truth and the authority of wise and intelligent observation. One, "The Presence of Men", achieves real literary greatness and deserves to be anthologized for hundreds of years to come.

This kind of maturity in fiction is extremely rare - I think maybe Ward Just is the best example of it I can think of. Nothing clunks awkwardly here, nothing falls with a thud. Even something that is usually a dagger to the heart for a fiction writer - making up lyrics to a rock song - comes off very well.

A consistent hallmark of strong fiction is the ability to make the reader smile with little jolts of recognition; this volume made me bust out laughing with its pitch perfect rendering of the way we email and text; made me nod in grim recognition of the way we might make a date with a person, knowing full well the very minute we are doing so that we have no intention of showing up; and will make all of us who are NYC subway rats feel like we're right back on the Q train going over the Manhattan Bridge to Brooklyn. The eye that is watching here catches it all, from a fourteen year old girl on the beach in the budding stages of becoming a cosmopolitan European woman to the way Indian tailors cut material to conjuring up the long lost, but instantly recognizable, theme song from "Born Free", just to take a few examples.

But great writing undertakes a dual job - not only does it strive to show us the everyday world in the author's unique and original way; it usually also pushes elements of the author's own personal experience up against the edges of questions like "What does it all mean?" and "What's the use of it all?" In one of these stories a young documentary filmmaker who starts out with great promise finally arrives at wisdom and self knowledge and respect in a way that has nothing to do with film. In two others young Italian women living in America burn with the desire to "become American" although achieving this may not be exactly what they hope it is. And the aforementioned "An Indian Soiree" is one of the best examinations of the disintegration of a marriage I have ever seen in imaginative literature. And it is so precisely because Marciano lets the mysteriousness of how it happens hang in the air without attempting a lot of explanation and analysis the way God only knows how many thousands of other story writers would.

Another - admittedly minor - thing I enjoyed about the way Marciano writes in these stories is that, although she name drops, she always does so with a light touch and in a way that the story perhaps requires. It's a function of the character of the characters, if I may put it like that - if someone mentions Terence Malick or Fellini it's to make certain someone else feel something. It's not done in such a way that we get the impression it's just the author showing off about how many books they've read or films they've seen.

The Jungian principle of synchronicity - which some people may prefer to categorize as blind, random chance - pops up twice, once in a small scene in the title story that leads off the book and a second time as the principle theme of a later story, "Quantum Theory". This is an example of another thing Marciano excels at here - a sort of gentle recurrence of theme and tone - of an idea popping up here and there, never over emphasized or overdone, never being used to bludgeon the reader over the head - and in my view it's an appealing way to write.

We'll close with some sparkling highlight examples of what you'll find here:

"We met in the bathroom at Jonathan Cole's house. You had on a pair of bright red sandals you had just bought in Italy."

She opened her mouth, feigning bewilderment.

"Come on. How can you remember that?"

"We had quite a long chat in there, and I tend to notice women's feet," he said.

****

There's something terribly sad about a young girl sobbing on the street without restraint. You just know she must have a broken heart.

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Only Italian men wear loafers without socks with their ankles showing this much beneath the trousers.

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Without even asking permission to do so, Mrs. D'Costa supervised meals, went shopping for supplies and took care of logistics with military precision, as one does whenever a tragedy strikes and everyone else is walking around in a daze.

In summation: if you care about contemporary literature at all you cannot really afford to miss this collection.

Peter Quinones is the author of a #1 Amazon bestseller, Postmodern Deconstruction Madhouse. http://www.postmoderndeconstructionmadhouse.com

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Great Fiction: Donald Duk by Frank Chin

Great Fiction: Donald Duk by Frank Chin

By Pete Quinones

Three scenes in Curtis Choy's documentary film What's Wrong With Frank Chin? surely will give anyone pause. The first of these occurs when the camera slowly pans over Chin's boxes of files on data he's collected about every Chinese-American actor who's ever played a role in a Hollywood film. In the second, authentic footage of Chin's 1970s wedding to the writer and illustrator Kathleen Chang shows the couple, as well as the poet Lawson Inada (acting as the preacher, equipped with a "$1 license to marry people"), wearing elaborate, traditional masks that Chin himself made, and shows Chin reading an account of Chinese railroad workers on the Union-Pacific as part of the ceremony. (This is one of Chin's consistent themes - perhaps the best of all his works is an American Book Award winning collection of stories called The Chinaman Pacific & Frisco RR Co). In the third, Chin rails at his opposition in a meeting on the question of redress for Japanese Americans (Chin was largely responsible for the US government granting the redress, and for the day many Japanese-Americans now celebrate as Remembrance Day). Whether one agrees with Chin or not - and there appear to be many Japanese-Americans who don't - it's hard not to be moved by the urgency of his conviction. The guy is absolutely on fire as he makes his arguments. And when he says he went back and researched a speech given by an army colonel in 1943 (this was all before the internet!) we understand that this is a man who is absolutely driven in a way that very few of us are. This is evidently the same kind of passion he shows when he speaks to audiences with his relentless pounding of writers like Amy Tan and Maxine Hong Kingston - what he calls "the fake". In his novel Donald Duk the protagonist, twelve year old Donald, is an example of a young "fake" - he wants to turn his back on his Chinese heritage and assimilate totally. For Chin, assimilation, or what he believes American society regards as assimilation, is tantamount to a crime. Donald Duk reiterates the themes expressed in the three vivid scenes from the film that we noted above, and it also marks a shift in Chin's tone from the one of polemics and even hostility that was found in the book of stories and in the plays which first gained him notoriety on the literary and cultural scene. This novel is more playful, more kidding, more of an invitation to the reader to consider the points and ponder as opposed to the early works which bludgeon the reader over the head with his or her own ignorance, prejudice, and stupidity.

It's Chinatown in San Francisco, the present (1990 or so), and it's the start of the celebration of Chinese New Year. Donald is approaching his twelfth birthday, an occasion of moment because there are twelve years in the Asian lunar zodiac; he is thus completing his first cycle of life. But Donald has the thought that "Everything Chinese in his life seems to be awful." He describes himself as American to anyone who asks, refusing to acknowledge the obvious fact that he is of Chinese background. The way he eventually begins to come around is via the dreams he has throughout the novel - he dreams he's a worker on the railroad. When the Golden Spike ceremony is planned, when it becomes known that not only the governor of California but photographers from all over the world will be present, one railroad boss repugnantly comments:

"I promise you, Mr. Durant, there will not be a heathen in sight at tomorrow's ceremonies... The Last Spike will be hammered home, the telegram sent, our photograph made to preserve a great moment in our nation's history, without the Chinese. Admire and respect them as I do.I will show them who built the railroad. White men. White dreams. Whitebrains and white brawn."

As a result of witnessing these events in his dreams Donald begins to change, to be interested in embracing his heritage and his race. Towards the end of the book he has this conversation with his father:

"The Chinese. The Chinamans who built the railroad. I dream I'm laying track with them when I sleep, and nobody knows what we did. Nobody, just me. And I don't want to be the only one who knows,and it makes me mad to be the only one who knows, and everything I dream makes me mad at white people and hate them. They lie about us all the time."

"No, don't hate all the white people. Just the liars," Dad says.

In the movie Chin speaks very eloquently of the dreadful way the whites made certain that no Chinese appeared in any of the railroad photographs. And contemporary historians' accounts certainly back Chin up, particularly H.W. Brands in The Age of Gold: The California Gold Rush and the New American Dream and Stephen E. Ambrose in Nothing Like It In The World: The Men Who Built The Transcontinental Railroad 1863-1869. Ambrose actually studied Chinese-English phrase books from 1867. He notes that the phrases "How are you?" and "Thank you" are not in any of them.

Essentially the novel only has this one theme, overcoming the denial of one's roots and racial identity in favor of being 'American', but as in all of Chin's writing - this is especially true of the long novel Gunga Din Highway - it's an undeniable fact that Chin himself is American to the core, so steeped in American culture, folklore and, most particularly, the movies, that one has to wonder if he is not one of the most shining examples of true multiculturalism (he would despise the term) that we have.

So - if the book is somewhat limited thematically, what can readers extract from it to learn and enjoy? In a word, fun! Donald's journey from being a self-hater who accepts negative white attitudes about Chinese-Americans to a proud Chinese-American has him cross paths with quite a few interesting characters along the way, not the least of which is his family. His father, King Duk, owns one of the best restaurants in Chinatown. His namesake Uncle Donald is a Cantonese opera star who is in for a visit. Mom is supportive and often trying to keep a handle on Donald's twin sisters, Venus and Penelope, who are cute literary creations, often speaking as if they are commentators instead of participants. (The sense of play and fun Chin has with this is palpable.) Crawdad Man and his son, Crawdad Jr., a Vietnam vet named Victor Lee, a pair of old twins who haunt the streets of Chinatown at night, the Frog Twins, and a dancing teacher who bills himself as the Chinese Fred Astaire round out the cast. Each exists within the structure of the fiction to reinforce the main lesson to Donald in a situation that is usually humorous. I think this is the sign of a really developed intelligence - using humor to make a deadly serious point. And because Chin insists on bewildering the non-Chinese reader at first by including customs and traditions of the culture in the story without explaining them, he involves the reader in experiencing how the white power structure has humiliated and degraded his people since the days of the railroads. This kind of thing is always a fine line - I'm not sure that the non-Chinese, the non-Indian, the non-African American, can always empathize. Sympathize, yes, but empathy is hard, sort of like a male trying to understand what it's like to be pregnant. Chin gives it a great effort.

In closing I should like to comment briefly on what I perceive to be both intensity and integrity of purpose on Chin's part. I sometimes read that Chin's attacks upon some other writers really have their roots in malice, or jealousy. This claim is mistaken. Certainly Chin's books don't sell in the numbers that Tan's or Kingston's do; however, we need not even argue the point intellectually to rebut it. All we need to know is that a top Hollywood director, Wayne Wang, has approached Chin about filming his play The Year of the Dragon, and Chin rejected the idea on the grounds that he didn't want Hollywood messing with his story. This rejection of potentially millions of dollars in royalties is not the action of someone who lacks belief in themselves - Chin practices what he preaches. So his integrity is intact. So is his intensity. At the outset I mentioned Chin's collections of files on Asian American actors. The reason that this came into being is that, incredibly, no Asian-American actor has ever played Charlie Chan in the movies. Chin's long novel Gunga Din Highway is about this ridiculous, apalling state of affairs and, in it, his research about the actors is put to full use. This research was truly a massive scholarly project, as a reading of the novel amply demonstrates. Nobody would ever label this "fake" - again, Chin's intensity is also intact. Whatever Chin's merits or demerits may be, love him or hate him, he's the rarest kind of author of imaginative literature, someone who truly leaves his impact upon the times.

Peter Quinones is the author of a #1 Amazon Bestseller, Postmodern Deconstruction Madhouse. http://www.postmoderndeconstructionmadhouse.com

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