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Act Normal – Amna Bagadi interviews author Pete Kalu about his new book.

Interview by Amna Bagadi Pete Kalu, a short story writer, novelist, fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, my former boss and agitator, a mentor to many, community activist, former stilt walker, has written and published an incredible new memoir called Act Normal. It talks unflinchingly about the Black British experience, particularly in the North West of England. I spoke to him about how the book came about, what he means by Act Normal, and what he hopes readers and writers alike will take away from it. Amna Bagadi: The overwhelming feeling I got when I started reading the book was like a rush or a release, a bough breaking.  The quiet part finally being said out loud – which was deeply enjoyable to read!  So I’m curious, what was the catalyst for the book? Pete Kalu: Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it.  I was in an iconoclastic mood.  I wanted to drive a horse and carriage though the model of the conventional memoir – I’d read about thirty of them one after the other because I was judging a competition – and I got bored with the formula.  So the project became to wreck that, then rebuild the form using ideas from other sources – eg. from neuroscience’s often counter-intuitive understanding of memory, from French examples of biography-essay mergers and from English movements in the popular essay.  The essay is going through so much change at the moment as a form.  Parallel with all that, I’m a big fan of Laurence Sterne’s Tristram Shandy, Ignatius Sancho’s Letters and Jonathan Swift’s Tales of a Tub.  So, it became a mash-up of all those things. AB: You mentioned that you were inspired by Britain’s first Black diarist, Ignatius Sancho. How did Sancho’s work influence your approach to writing Act Normal, and in what ways is your memoir a tribute to his writing? PK: Reading Sancho’s Letters, it struck me as the earliest example of the day-to-day consciousness of a Black person in Britain.  The musings of an ordinary black bloke.  The writings of Equiano and the stories of Henry Box Brown are very much penned for a public audience.   Whereas Sancho was close to being a diarist, just jotting his thoughts down on the day’s minor incidents – did it rain, am I broke this week, is cabbage in season?  That is what I loved about it.  I specifically echo some of his jottings.  Like the bits about standing in a queue wanting to buy a lottery ticket and wondering how to get lucky, about giving advice to a young person only for it to be completely ignored.  And wondering if there is enough cash flow to see me through the week. I’m such a fan.  I have a whole sheaf of Sancho-like writings.  I only included a few in Act Normal. AB: What does the title Act Normal mean to you? PK: It came from the language of the 70’s TV bank robbery – where the robber would pass a note to the terrified teller saying ‘Act Normal!’  More widely, I love the indeterminacy of the phrase – it begs the question, what is normal?  It’s curious, and allows each reader to fill the gap in their own way. AB: I really enjoyed the format, punchy, a bit trippy and hallucinogenic sometimes, almost algorithmic in length.  A great way to tackle memory in fits and bursts.  You describe Act Normal as “part memoir, part auto-fiction, part diary,” with the narrative presented in 250 mini-essays and vignettes.  Can you talk about the structure and form? PK: I had one large question in mind: can a memoir mirror consciousness?  Can it show all the thoughts, feelings, ideas, patterns, leaps, hallucinations, imaginings, fears, ecstasies that make up (at least my) consciousness?  I wanted a form that might allow that and would allow tone shifts and style shits to reflect how I felt my own thinking and feelings changed across a day.  Then somehow, I had to make it cohere as a work of literature which, by definition, demands pattern.  Those two forces – mirroring yet patterning determined the structure. AB: The voice and perspective also jumps around, why did you choose to do that? PK: I was interested by an Italian philosopher, Adriana Cavarrero’s suggestion in her book ‘Relating Narratives’ that the sense of ‘who we are’ (as opposed to ‘what we are’) comes from the stories told about us by other people.  She invokes Romeo & Juliet and Ulysees to ask, what would it be like to arrive incognito at the telling of your own story?  I try to enact that idea thorough shifts of perspectives and voice I’m not saying I understood fully all Cavarero’s ideas, but she was a jumping-off point. AB: It’s a proud Mancunian book as well.  In the book you say Black Britishness should be tied to a Mancunian identity, instead of being confined to a London one.  Talk about this, this assertion of a British north west identity is a strong theme running through the book. PK: The Black voice in Britain has too often been reduced to the noises coming out of London. For a while, I went along.  I set one of my novels in London and it did very well, I even ended up writing a column for a local London newspaper on daily London life – when I was living in...

My Life as a Chameleon – a short book review by Pete Kalu

  A brilliant debut novel by Diana Anyakwo, My Life as a Chameleon is written in beguilingly simple prose and evokes what it was like for the author to grow up Irish-Nigerian in Lagos, Nigeria in the 1980’s. Anyakwo’s mother was a ‘nigerwife’ – the name given to white women who lived in Nigeria with their Nigerian husbands.  I am Danish-Nigerian, and much of this novel had me gasping with the surprise of recognition. Chameleon also forms an ‘alternative life’ for myself: what if my parents had chosen to live in Nigeria  and we had grown up there?   There are laughs in the novel, but the overwhelming feeling is a yearning to protect the young protagonist from the harsh circumstances and people she encounters, not only In Nigeria, but when, after her father’s mental breakdown, she is sent to live with an Irish ‘aunty’ for a number of years in Manchester, UK, too.  Tender and beautifully written, if Chameelon does not move you to tears by its end, check yourself – you are probably stone. PS. Chameleon forms an interesting complement to the ‘The Strength of Our Mothers’ (ISBN: 978-1-78972-129-4) collection of writings edited by SuAndi featuring interviews of white, Mancunian mothers who had children by African men and raised them in...

Promise, novel by Rachel Eliza Griffiths – a writerly review

  Noises Off: Notes on Promise the novel by Rachel Eliza Griffith, and some writerly thoughts inspired by it. Promise by Rachel Eliza Griffiths Promise is a historical novel set against the backdrop of Jim Crow America circa 1957. At the novel’s centre are two black teen sisters, Cinthy and Ezra; the story is narrated by the younger Cinthy. They live in Salt Point, New England, USA. Promise is an excellent novel, both in its characterisation and its drama. Other reviewers will no doubt expand on this – my notes here are more a reflection on how I read the book as a writer (including where it sits with other novels I’ve read), rather than a standard review. My  knowledge of Black America  of the fifties and sixties comprises all the big names and headline sounds  – the Black Panther party, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, Angela Davis, Rosa Parkes, Bessie Coleman, the Jim Crow racial segregation laws, and soul & blues music. What is harder for me to get a sense of, is the lives of ordinary African-American people– the ones not in the headlines or the history books but going about their lives at the time of momentous civil rights events such as the 1963 March on Washington. How was it for them?  Promise is in this territory. The novel takes a number of literary risks. The opening is poetic, lavish and beautifully done albeit those readers who like action -plot- may get a little restless. After the setup, the plot quickly kicks on, and there is a formidable, high-risk, high-reward early scene that goes on to fuel myriad reflections on the cross-currents of race and gender in 1950’s/60’s America. In this aspect, it reads like  precursor of eg. Attica Locke’s Pleasantland. I grew up with three sisters, and the dynamics of sisterhood has always fascinated me. Griffiths’ Promise is one of the best portraits of the relationship between two black sisters I have read. There is a white teen character too – Lucy, who joins them early on in the novel and is prominent in the first chapters. Yet Promise is the inverse of To Kill A Mocking Bird because white heroism is dialled down to zero in this novel: the plangent friendship the two sisters have with Lucy withers in the winds of virulent racism. All three girls in Promise actually survive.  In that sense, you might call Promise upbeat, if upbeat is allowable as a descriptor when you have murder, racial humiliation, and grisly death by burning woven into a novel’s action. Cultural Studies theorist Stuart Hall argues that artists cannot ignore racial stereotypes, they can only negotiate them through their work, and in Representation, Hall lists three ways artists enter into these negotiations. Invoking that list, the weight of characterisation in Promise adopts the second,  counter-narrative approach in Hall’s list of three.  The main character, Cinthy is a thoughtful, precocious soul whose instincts are always to do the right thing. There is a gun in black hands in Promise, but it never goes off. This set me wondering, is it possible to have a flawed, ‘doing the wrong thing’ yet still heroic main black character in a novel?  Tsitsi Dangarembga’s Nervous Conditions and Jennifer Makumbi’s The First Woman (both novels featuring similar age black girls) have engagingly errant lead characters who yet don’t plunge into killing others.  Richard Wright’s Native Son and the harrowing, brilliant Beloved by Toni Morrison in which Sethe kills her own child, spring to mind. Outside the literary genre, there are the surreal, hyper-violent crime novels of Chester Himes. It is a conundrum of the novel as a form that its aesthetic heart is  individualistic: conventionally, it concentrates on the consciousness of one individual (here, Cinthy) as they act to change their world. Yet, by definition, racism means being held in a static situation where the greater agency lies with whites. Black characters in such scenarios can have a temporary agency – they can ‘shoot the white motherfuckers’ – but it is in the knowledge that the overwhelming racist apparatus of the state will crush that individual and extinguish that individual rebellion. The ‘noises off’ of this novel are the collective actions of the civil rights movement seeking to overthrow the 1950’s/60’s segregationist social order. Clearly, such collective action is more powerful than any isolated acts of resistance or heroism. Promise eschews the guns-blazing doomed but high-agency pathway of a Chester Himes novel, and shows instead the strength of collective resistance and how it inspired individuals and African-American communities across the USA – the great power of those ‘noises off’.  Moreover, through the eyes of the Cinthy, the novel signals the promise of a better future.  It is a fabulous novel – so good you’ll read it twice.    ...

Welcome to the Bloods – Twine Game

  Click on the link in green below. The Game runs on your browser using html – no download needed. What’s the Game essentials? A quiz. You read the testimonies of other Bloods’ recruits then take the quiz.  You can also join the Resistance (those opposed to  the Bloods) if you can find the right pathway within the Game. I intend to expand this Twine Game but, so far, it ends with the quiz. It’s kind of eerie.  You are being recruited to join the Bad Guys and the ‘correct’ answers may not be what you benevolent instincts push you towards!   Welcome to the Bloods (v2)     Credits: Narrative based on ‘One Drop’ novel by Pete Kalu – out now, everywhere! ‘Game text by Pete Kalu. Except ‘Jasmine Fletcher story’, by Ellie Andrews Coding: Pete Kalu/Ellie Andrews/Visioning Labs Visuals/Avatars: Remi Rabillat Music: Naomi Kalu...

Small Circles

    Small Circles   Remember Me   Windfarm   Keep the faith   Abas   Voice of whiteness   Jasmine Fletcher -Telling My Truth            ...

Welcome to the Bloods

Welcome to the Bloods