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Writer. As Sweet As Honey:A Novel (NY: Alfred A. Knopf), February, 2013 Inheritance: A Novel (NY: Knopf), 1998 The Journey: A Novel (NY:Knopf), 1990 All available from Vintage & Beacon Press

Recovery, Reverie

The day was going to be different. Isn’t that always the case? I was going to go in to Boston for my weekly class, but because a guest writer was giving a reading, we were going to use the time after to write. News of a nor’easter came, and I woke to find the power gone. I wrote to my class to enjoy the reading without me,waxing poetic about the rain and wind, and how this was the kind of weather to birth pages of words.

But instead of clearing my desk, I noticed that the radio station where I volunteer at needed someone to cover a shift. Well I could do that, I thought, driving over. Somehow I managed to cram three hours of business donor ads into an hour, play some music, overturn a loose leaf folder which emptied its pages onto the floor. A listener called to gently correct my prunciation of an artist’s name. I managed to continue to miss cues, knock my headphones apart, suffer three coughing fits, and finally gather my raincoat to exit.

One reason I thought I’d cover a shift was because I woke in acute pain from the shingles vaccination I’d had the day before. As I write this, with mild fever , a fuzzy head, and achy body, already in bed at a quarter past seven, I wonder what fresh hell is this? Let’s roll out all those cliches. Being sick on your own is no fun. Who can you call for comfort? These days it is all texting. So you take some Advil, a teaspoon of honey because a friend of yours makes it with her bees, and wait for the morning.

How many nights do I just wait for morning? Tonight, I made a dinner out of a can of vegetable soup a friend recommended, adding some rasam powder, garlic, and mustard seed I fried in a small amount of olive oil, and several pieces of corn tortillas. I watched an episode of Doc Martin, wishing it was The British Baking Show, and finally made my way to bed.

It seems to me that I should host a dinner-making party, where every one gathers to make food for the week. Of course, it would have to be vegetarian in my kitchen, and there will be two curious cats around. And I’d have to scrub everything down to keep the dander away, and already the thought has exhausted me.

Somewhere in this essay is a cry, muted, but hovering: vaccines hurt; the immunities lower, the eyes get weepy, the body aches. I am grateful for a full belly, a warm bed. I want more, but this enough. Yesterday was different,as I listened some truly amazing music on the radio throughout the day and night in the car, went to a play, and came home to stay up until past midnight googling the play I had just seen. Tomorrow will be different. Outside, it not raining, but only the sound of wind filling the air.

SPRING SUMMER 2020 | COLLECTIONS | ISSEY MIYAKE | BRANDS | ISSEY MIYAKE INC.

SPRING SUMMER 2020
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This is fashion show meets sculpture meets dance. Watch all of it, but if impatient, fast forward to 10.00. And, 14.00 is also very good.

The Key Reporter – Looking for Lorraine: The Radiant and Radical Life of Lorraine Hansberry

The Key Reporter – Looking for Lorraine: The Radiant and Radical Life of Lorraine Hansberry
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Looking for Lorraine: The Radiant and Radical Life of Lorraine Hansberry

Imani Perry. Beacon Press, 2018. 237 pages. $26.95.

Shortlisted for the 2019 Christian Gauss Award

By Indira Ganesan

Imani Perry has written a remarkable book in Looking for Lorraine: The Radiant and Radical Life of Lorraine Hansberry. Like Alice Walker did in search of Zora Neale Hurston, and as Isaac Julien did in search of Langston Hughes, Imani Perry goes in quest of a life lived and sustained by a writer who had a profound influence on American literary arts, and about whom so little is known. Lorraine Hansberry is the author of A Raisin in the Sun, the most widely produced and read play written by a Black American woman. Heartbreakingly, she died of cancer in 1965, six years after the show premiered on Broadway, after successful runs in Chicago and Philadelphia.  She was 34 years old. Perry writes that this book is “less a biography than a genre yet to be named—maybe third-person memoir.” In many ways, it is a contemporary approach to a person gone missing from our lives, a link in a history of not only American theater but social protest theater. It is about a young writer, Imani Perry, searching for herself among her writing predecessors.  

Similarly, Hansberry found herself talking at length with French feminist Simone de Beauvoir in her mind, trying to find her way and place in a deeply male world of letters. Who were the great American writers of the time but Hemingway and Fitzgerald, Kerouac and Mailer and Roth? Mary McCarthy and Lilian Hellman were tolerated, and Eudora Welty and Flannery O’Connor wrote short stories. So here is Hansberry, about whom Nina Simone sang “Young, Gifted, and Black,” a fierce warrior and defender of freedom, who suffered from debilitating depression, who married a Jewish white Communist songwriter, who was lesbian and radical, and would be celebrated by Vogue and called upon Bobby Kennedy for advice. 

She wrote two more plays in addition to Raisin, a screenplay for a television mini-series that never aired, numerous short stories including a few under a pseudonym for chiefly gay journals.  She wrote in response to what James Baldwin wrote, and he wrote in response to her. She was a relentless political organizer, and only illness prevented her from attending the March on Washington. As Perry tells us, she protested “the present and insufferable idea of the ‘exceptional Negro.’ Fair and equal treatment for Ralph Bunche, Jackie Robinson, and Harry Belafonte is not nearly enough. Tea parties at the White House will not make up for 300 years of wrong to the many. The boat must be rocked for the good of all.” How Hansberry told Bobby Kennedy off in the White House makes for fascinating and inspiring reading but is only one chapter in the life Perry uncovers through painstaking research over seven years.  

 

She was many people, and encompassed many pieces, including being raised middle-class and stepping out of cultural expectations. As a Provincetown year-rounder, I was excited to learn that Hansberry had visited and connected with the landscape and creative nourishment of my town.  In Greenwich Village, she had met Molly Malone Cook, who would later become Mary Oliver’s long-time partner. Perry describes the photographs that Molly took of Lorraine conveying both an intimate and painterly knowledge. Somehow, Lorraine was able to extend herself easily both to her husband and her lover, as she could write for Broadway and for radical protest. A pervading sense of generosity existed in these lives that could accommodate difference and art. 

 

Dying of cancer, a disease whose name was kept from her and her friends, as the custom of the times which tried to protect the one suffering from the its terminal nature, she was kept company in the hospital by her husband, whom she had amicably divorced, together with her once long-time partner, Dorothy Secules. Hansberry’s funeral was attended by more than 700 people, with writers and artists whose names we recognize because we know so much about them. James Baldwin, who was one of her best friends, Paul Robeson, Ruby Dee, Dick Gregory, Shelley Winters, John Oliver Killens, Rita Moreno, and, risking his life by coming out of hiding, Malcolm X. They knew what Imani Perry lets us know, which is the breadth of Lorraine Lansbury’s talent and humanity.

American theater, as any theater, really, has roots in radicalism, more so than literature.  Performance is activism, after all. And researching and publishing the life of a luminary of American arts is activism, too, and I am grateful we have writers like Perry who has the foresight and sense to bring Hansberry into our line of sight again. 


Novelist Indira Ganesan was inducted into Phi Beta Kappa at Vassar College in 1982. Her books include The Journey (Alfred A. Knopf, 1990), Inheritance (Alfred A. Knopf, 1998) and As Sweet As Honey (Alfred A. Knopf, 2013).
 

(Posted on 9/25/2019 )