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television while I was growing up an old wood paneled set that lived in the cold basement, carefully hidden from me and visitors in the main living areas of the house.We order Chinese from the place around the corner, the same order that we ve made for years sesame chicken, vegetable fried rice, shrimp lo mein As soon as they hear my father s voice on the line, they put in the order he doesn t even have to ask for it When he picks the order up, they ask after me When my mother died, they started giving us extra sodas with our order, and he returns with two cans of pineapple soda, my favorite.My father tells me that he s been organizing at work, now that he s the only black faculty member in the upper ranks of the administration.I notice that he has started cutting his hair differently It is shorter on the sides and disappearing in patches around the crown of his skull He pulls himself up in his chair with noticeable effort He had barely aged in the past twenty years, and suddenly, in the past year, he has inched closer to looking like his father, a stooped, lean, yellow skinned man I ve only seen in pictures.How have you been, Dad I say as we sit at the table.The thought of losing my father lurks constantly in my mind now, shadowy, inexpressible, but bursting to the surface when, like now, I perceive the limits of his body Something catches in my throat and I clench my jaw.My father says that he has been keeping busy He has been volunteering every month at the community garden on Christian Street, turning compost and watering kale.And I m starting a petition to hire another black professor, he says, stabbing his glazed chicken with a fire I haven t seen in him in years.He asks about Peter.I m glad you ve found someone you like, he says.Love, Dad, I say We re in love.He pauses, stirring his noodles quizzically with his fork.Why aren t you eating he asks.I stare at the food in front of me It s the closest thing to comfort food since my mother has been gone The unique flavor of her curries and stews buried, forever, with her The sight of the food appeals to me, but the smell, suddenly, is noxious the wisp of steam emanating from it, scorching.Are you all right All of a sudden, I have the feeling that I am sinking I feel the pressure of my skin holding in my organs and blood vessels and fluids the tickle of every hair that covers it The feeling is so disorienting and overwhelming that I can no longer hold my head up I push my dinner away from me I walk calmly but quickly to the powder room, lift the toilet seat, and throw up.Part OneI was born as apartheid was dying In South Africa, fervent national pride and multiculturalism were taking hold as the new national policy I was born in America, my mother was born in Johannesburg, and my father in New York.My mother s entire family still lives within twenty minutes of each other They are middle to upper class coloureds mixed race, not black Although my mom involved herself in some of the political unrest she proudly saved a newspaper clipping from 1970 that has a photograph prominently featuring a handwritten sign she made , my family was quiet and generally avoided the brunt of the conflict.My father was raised in New York and went to college in Philadelphia In the year after his graduation, he went on a trip volunteering in Botswana My mother was there, partying with some of her militant friends Ostensibly, they were there collecting literature to distribute back home.Your mother was inescapable, my father told me Not that she was ravishing, or enchanting, but that he simply couldn t get away from her When I went back to Philadelphia, she called me And she called me again When I called her back, she asked if she could come to America to live with me.My mother befriended people aggressively She was extremely opinionated and often abrasive I sometimes hated the rough manner in which she dealt with people Her favorite words were four lettered, and she liked to yell at waiters in restaurants and people in line at stores.My mother s roots were deep and strong Her relationships with others were resilient she had friendships that persisted over decades, oceans, breakups Her best friends were all former boyfriends.Most of her friends and she had many spoke of her offending them shortly after they met One story my mother told often was when one of her best friends threatened to commit suicide after her boyfriend left her She went to my mother for comfort, and my mother slapped her across the face, as hard as she could Her friend s face was bruised for a week My mother used this story as an illustration of how to be a good friend.She had close bonds with the other black nurses at her job, with whom she could affect a West Philly accent to match the best of them And she had a coterie of South African expats from our area, as well as some from Washington, D.C., and Boston, whom she sometimes invited to our house for dinner or to watch a soccer game They called our house at all hours and begged my mother for medical advice in Afrikaans or Zulu Their child had a fever, or their mother in law was acting crazy again was it dementia, or just moods Many of them lacked green cards and insurance My mother was the reliable center of their ad hoc community.My father was a mathematics professor for many years before he was promoted to the head of the department at the college He was flown around the country to give talks and make inflated speeches about their research My mother migrated upward from nursing assistant to head nurse at the university hospital.I have never personally been a victim of violence in South Africa I remember a neighbor who was stabbed when I was little the neighbor knocking on my grandmother s door late at night the enamel bowl, with water turned pink and hazy, that my grandmother used to wash his wounds My mother was the victim of a smash and grab in the hills around our vacation home The assailant broke the car window and snatched her purse from her lap She never drove alone again.But most of what I experience is secondhand, from my family and the news Together, the stories and pictures constitute a vision of death and carnage that is overwhelming, incongruous to the plainspoken beauty of the country I see no evidence of the horror, which is what makes it terrifying to me.This is the secret I have long held from my family South Africa terrifies me It always has When I am there, I am often kept awake in bed at night, imagining which combination of failed locks, security doors, and alarms will allow a burglar inside, inviting disaster I fear that we will be involved in one of the atrocities we learn of daily.After apartheid, crime in South Africa has been insidious and seemingly limitless Citizens live behind locked doors, security gates, electric fencing The money a family has, the advanced the methods of protection I have seen the progression of defense methods in the years I have been visiting When I was younger, every house, if it was large enough, had a crown of barbed wire atop its high security wall Since then, the barbed wire has been exchanged for electric fencing Single fortifications for each property are no longer enough now many streets and neighborhoods are blocked off with turnstiles and patrolled twenty four hours a day by hired guards.The security of my hometown in Pennsylvania was way past anything my South African family could imagine The town was populated by stately old colonial mansions, most of them worth millions of dollars When family members visited from South Africa, they would ask, where are the security fences Our neighbor, an old widow with a stubborn streak, slept with the front door wide open through the night Is she mad my aunts and uncles would ask She may have been, but in that town it barely raised an eyebrow.In winter, the houses were adorned by twinkling Christmas lights My relatives asked if they could take pictures on our neighbors lawns We spent hours driving around to find the brightest displays, in neighborhoods miles away from ours They would never have done this at home, my relatives said, because people would steal the lights Robbers would climb up on the fences and the roofs and cut them down, then sell them on the black market for the copper wiring.In South Africa, there was little rhyme or reason to the tragedies of daily life, but there was social order of an old world type and magnitude I didn t respect her, my mother would often say, because I didn t speak to her like a child should But I wasn t any ruder than my school friends, who treated their parents as older companions or siblings This type of equality was at the root of my mother s feelings of insecurity In South Africa, elders were treated with extreme dignity that, in my eyes, bordered on the comical My cousins never addressed their parents with pronouns face to face Instead, even my middle aged aunts and uncles with grown children of their own referred to my grandfather as Da or Daddy instead of you Thus, a casual request turned into an awkward and foreign sounding statement, as they were forced to say, Can Daddy please pass the salt I could never imagine such a sentence falling from my American lips.One of my school friends called both her parents by their first names My mother found her so novel and strange that she actually liked her She called this friend her favorite, with heavy sarcasm Whenever I spoke my friend s name, my mother would chuckle and shake her head, as if delighted at the thought that this girl actually existed.Fear of flying is most often an indirect combination of one or other phobias related to air travel, such as claustrophobia a fear of enclosed spaces , acrophobia a fear of heights , or agoraphobia especially the type that has to do with having a panic attack in a place you can t escape from Flight anxiety can also be linked to one s feelings about the destination It is a symptom rather than a disease, and different causes may spur anxiety in different individuals.There are many Web sites offering courses or information that treat flight anxiety, many written by pilots or ex air transportation professionals One of the sites, promising a meditation based approach to aerophobia, lists an example of destination associated flight anxiety.A woman in Maryland is in a long distance relationship with a man in California The relationship has recently turned bad, and the woman decides that on the next planned visit she is going to break up with the man She has preexisting flight anxiety, but the anticipation of the breakup compounds her symptoms She is unable to sleep for weeks before the trip, and dreams of the plane she is on falling out of the sky and crashing into the Rocky Mountains Her anxiety is so severe that she almost decides she isn t well enough to make the flight, but on further consideration, she decides that the relationship needs to end Breaking up wouldn t be right over the phone So she takes the flight and is nervous the whole time, even though she takes a Xanax just before liftoff, as prescribed by her psychiatrist She breaks up with the man, which turns out to be difficult but necessary, and notices that her anxiety is much less severe on the returning plane ride.We were on our way to Johannesburg from Cape Town, where we had just switched planes for the two hour flight It was twilight A rainstorm had been going for the past few hours and thunder was just beginning to rumble far off in the distance We left the earth moments ago the plane finished its ascent and was beginning to level off We were starting to relax in our seats, ready for the flight attendants to return to the aisles with their drink carts All of a sudden, the plane jumped into the air, as if an invisible hand had pushed us higher We rocketed upward, our bodies whipped against our seat belts People screamed Two people fell into the aisle One lay there groaning the other, a young woman of about twenty, screamed, Mama, Mama Outside the windows, bright light flashed, and inside, the cabin was whitewashed for an instant.My parents, sitting on either side of me, each grabbed one of my arms I heard my mother start to pray.Then the plane righted itself The passengers around me slowly relaxed, first shakily fixing their hair, tightening their belts, murmuring Then their voices returned to normal and, smiling at each other, they began pressing the buttons for the flight attendants Close call, I heard someone near me say with a sigh.The pilot came on the loudspeaker to tell us we had been hit by lightning Despite our fright, no damage had been done to the plane The rest of the passengers, including my parents, all seemed to forget the incident after this, but I was frozen in my seat, terrified My mother noticed and called for an attendant to bring me a glass of red wine The alcohol soothed the circling thoughts of danger and fear, and soon I fell asleep, though something of this moment never left me.Most of my family lives in or around Sandton, known as the richest square kilometer in Africa It is a suburb of Johannesburg, home to luxury malls and complexes of mansions so heavily guarded you can t even see their street signs unless you re granted access Sandton lies a forty minute drive from some of the poorest townships in the country, where many of the gardeners, housekeepers, and security guards who tend these opulent homes and businesses live This situation the close proximity and daily interaction of the ever stratifying classes has led to the country s new postapartheid violence.Potent A loosely autobiographical exorcism of grief Boldly innovative and frankly sexual, the collage like novel mixes hand drawn charts, archival photographs, rap lyrics, sharp disquisitions on the Mandelas and Oscar Pistorius, and singular meditations on racisms brutal intimacies A novel as visceral as it is cerebral, never letting us forget, over the course of its improbably expansive 200 pages, the feeling of untameable grief in the body One cant help but think of Clemmons as in the running to be the next generation Claudia Rankine Megan OGrady, VogueLike so many stories of the black diaspora, What We Lose is an examination of haunting Thandi, Clemmonss narrator, carefully reeling after the death of her mother, occupies a voice so clear that she, and her grief, feel immediately tangible.Doreen St Flix, The New YorkerIn stark prose, Clemmonss narrator, Thandi, grieves the agonizing loss of her difficult and loving immigrant mother to cancer Searing vignettes describe her life before and after her mothers death The books distinctive form and voice give it an unusual capacity to show how individuals connect deep feeling to broad political understandingan experience too rarely rendered in fiction The New York Times Book ReviewContrasting what it means to be black in America with being black in Johannesburg, where her mothers relatives still live, Clemmons presents a brutally honest yet nuanced view of contemporary identity Raw and ravishing, this novel pulses with vulnerability and shimmering anger.Nicole Dennis Benn, O, the Oprah Magazine Who do we become when we lose a parent That transformation and the loss of identity is at the heart of Zinzi Clemmons novel What We Lose.NPR A richly volatile study of grief, wonderment and love.Sam Sacks, The Wall Street JournalThis affecting novel combines autobiographical vignettes with photos and pertinent chartsone tracks longevity by raceas the narrator reckons with her loss PeopleA startling, poignant debut The books force comes as much from its form as from its content A striking novel about filial grief The AtlanticIllness, race, and heartbreak collide in this beautiful debut about a college student whos trying to come to terms with the death of her vivacious South African born mother Entertainment WeeklyAn episodic novel about a young woman struggling with issues of grief, romance and racial identity after her mothers death.John Williams, The New York Times What We Lose is about a young woman enduring the loss of her mother Structured innovatively in precise vignettes, it stares down questions of emotional inheritance, belonging, grief and race The sense of experimentation in What We Lose includes excerpts from other writers and a number of illustrations The nontraditional structure of the book, which is not chronological but thematic, mimics loss itselfthe fragmentation and persistence of memory in the face of what comes next, like having a child or falling in love.Agatha French, The Los Angeles TimesA debut of haunting fragments The novel sets out to do important work to explore the contours of race, class and gender and the legacy of apartheid and it succeeds best when exploring these ideas through the delicately drawn and profoundly moving portrait it offers of a relationship between mother and daughter The GuardianRemember this name Zinzi Clemmons Long may she thrill us with exquisite works like What We Lose, her debut Young Thandi, our heroine, grows up in Pennsylvania feeling like a fish on a bicycle Why As a biracial woman whose mother hails from Johannesburg, South Africa, she struggles to define home In Clemmonss hands the book is a remarkable journey.Patrick Henry Bass, EssenceDebut novelist Zinzi Clemmons weaves an autobiographically inspired tapestry with What We Lose In a moving series of vignettes that combine South Africa, Main Line Philadelphia, and bloody headlines, this intimate narrative tells the story of a mixed race girl and her struggle to fit innot so much with the outside world as with herself when her life is colonized by calamity Vanity Fair A gorgeous, taut narrative about grief, identity, race, and sexuality enhanced by rap lyrics, archival photos, drawings, graphs, and charts A beautiful example of self reflexive postmodern fiction The Philadelphia InquirerThis intimate novel from a talented new writer follows Thandi, a Philadelphia girl with a South African mom, who has a complicated relationship with her place in the world Through prose, text messages, photos, and book excerpts, this cornucopia of storytelling activates all the feels.Steph Opitz, Marie ClaireClemmonss debut novel could be described as a coming of age saga without the fluff But from another perspective, her linear mosaic is a way of rescuing autofictionthat trendy blend of essay, memoir, and make believefrom its own tendency toward shapelessness, because its anchored firmly in both a character and a story.Vulture.comStunning The debut novel examines the complicated, strange proximity of love, grief, and loss, and how this manifests in the body Clemmons skillfully draws on the humor that stems from the duality of conflicting cultures Her prose is funny, fragile, and unflinchingly candid Her characters are as flawed as they are honest, confronting their own fragmented relationships and identities BOMBClemmons debut novel is a stunning work about growing up, losing your parents, and being an outsider Perfect for fans of tangled immigrant stories like Americanah.Glamour.com Stunning What We Losedoesnt attempt to answer any of the questions it raises Instead, it dwells in themin ways that are sad, sometimes funnyand gives readers a sense of what its like to be constantly haunted in that headspace.Kevin Nguyen, GQ.com Zinzi Clemmons powerful debut novel tells the story of Thandi, a woman raised in Philadelphia whos struggling to come to terms with the death of her mother, who left behind a complicated legacy of her own.Cosmopolitan.comIntelligent and deeply visceral, What We Lose has been hailed as the debut novel of the year with good reason the melancholic prose is so razor sharp, you think you come away bleeding Harpers BazaarThis hauntingly honest novel celebrates the coming of age tale of a young African American woman who chooses to live vibrantly in the face of loss, adversity, and devastation Promised to be one of the most influential new voices in fiction, Zinzi Clemmons is a must for any serious beach reader This is 2017s most raw literary display of female emotions RedbookThe buzz around thisdebut is like a roar The Millions What We Losesustains a light touchwhile feeling outthe weightiest parts of life and loss Estelle Tang, Elle.coms The Best Books of 2017 So Far Zinzi Clemmons uses a poetic style, rich imagery, and fervent introspection to delve deep into the heart of racial divides, economic guilt, and the severe desperation of loss in her debut novel What We Loseinnovates the story of grief AV Club A On family, mourning, and being mixed race New York magazines Approval Matrix Highbrow Brilliant A moving coming of age story Through beautiful prose, Clemmons addresses loss and the impact of our identities Real SimpleElectric Fiercely intimate St Louis Post Dispatch An experimental fiction masterpiece A tour de force and an intelligent and stormy debut Bitch magazine A stunning coming of age story Clemmons deftly explores this problem of feeling in between, and how an absence of any distinct identity is its own difficult category of being With lyrical prose, Clemmons offers up one of the best meditations on love, grief, and what it means to find yourself that weve come across in ages NylonThe best debut of the year thus far The kind of novel you might find yourself marking up as you underline a sentence on every other page Clemmonss prose is sharp, andthough the book is slim, its a rich novel with depth and innovation than many novels double its length The Chicago Review of BooksA stunning debut novel about a young African American woman and the kaleidoscope of identity Los Angeles Daily News A poetic coming of age debut about the black experience, told in vignettes Youll feel like youve climbed into the narrators headin the best way GlamourOne of the most anticipated literary debuts of the year Mens Journal.comIn the tradition of fiercely intelligent writers like Zadie Smith and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Clemmons writing is an act of resistance and capacious grace Kirkus Reviews A lyrical and hip meditation on grief, identity, family and romance that almost reads like a memoir Newsday A short stunner that can be read in a single sitting, What We Loseis an elegy for the self that dies alongside a beloved parent Ploughshares.com What We Lose may be Clemmons first book, but its clear shes a powerful new voice who is just getting started The Gazette Iowa Perfect for fans of Americanah, the much anticipated debut from Clemmons unfolds through poignant vignettes and centers on the daughter of an immigrant.Raised in Philadelphia, Thandi is the daughter of a South African mother and an American father Her identity is split, and when her mother dies, Thandi begins a moving, multidimensional exploration of grief and loss BookPageA big, brainy drama told by a fearless, funny young woman Prepare for Thandis voice to follow you from room to room long after you put this book away A compelling exploration of race, migration, and womanhood in contemporary America Kirkus Reviews starred review Spectacular Clemmons performs an exceptional sleight of hand that is both affecting and illuminating Booklist starred review Like debut author Clemmons, narrator Thandi is the Pennsylvania grown daughter of a South African mother and an American father In the novel, constructed of precise, charged vignettes, Thandi traces her parents history and her own upbringing meanwhile, her strong willed mother is dying of cancer Thandi is left searching for meaning, and sorting through her scattered internal collage of experiences to piece together a cohesive racial and personal identity The Huffington PostExacting reflections on race, mourning, and family Clemmons admirably balances the storys myriad complicated themes Publishers WeeklyPenetratingly good and written in vivid still life, What We Lose reads like a guided tour through a melancholic Van Gogh exhibitwonderfully chromatic, transfixing and bursting with emotion Zinzi Clemmonss debut novel signals the emergence of a voice that refuses to be ignored.Paul Beatty, author of The SelloutAn intimate narrative that often makes another life as believable as your own.John Edgar Wideman, author of Writing to Save a LifeThe narrator of What We Lose navigates the many registers of grief, love and injustice, moving between the death of her mother and the birth of her son, as well as an America of blacks and whites and a South Africa of Coloreds What an intricate mapping of inner and outer geographies Clemmonss prose is rhythmically exact and acutely moving No experience is left unexamined or unimagined Margo Jefferson, author of NegrolandZinzi Clemmons first book heralds the work of a new writer with a true and lasting voiceone that is just right for our complicated millennium Bright and filled with shadows, humor, and trenchant insights into what it means to have a heart divided by different cultures, What We Lose is a win, just right for the ages Hilton Als, author of White GirlsI love how Zinzi Clemmons complicates identity in What We Lose Her main character is both South African and American, privileged and outsider, driven by desire and gutted by grief This is a piercingly beautiful first novel.Danzy Senna, author of New PeopleIt takes a rare, gifted writer to make her readers look at day to day aspects of the world around them anew Zinzi Clemmons is one such writer What We Lose immerses us in a world of complex ideas and issues with ease Clemmons imbues each aspect of this novel with clear, nuanced thinking and emotional heft Part meditation on loss, part examination of identity as it relates to ethnicity, nationality, gender and class, and part intimate look at one womans coming of age, What We Lose announces a talented new voice in fiction.Angela Flournoy, author of The Turner HouseWise and tender and possessed of a fiercely insightful intimacy, What We Lose is a lyrical ode to the complexities of race, love, illness, parenthood, and the hairline fractures they leave behind Zinzi Clemmons has gifted the reader a rare and thoughtful emotional topography, a map to the mirror regions of their own heart.Alexandra Kleeman, author of You Too Can Have a Body Like MineZinzi Clemmons pulls something off in What We Lose that I didnt think was possible She creates, in so many ways, a new form or new narrative structure necessarily to explore the creases in how gendered, raced and placed identities and desire are formed But she doesn t stop there What We Lose is as much about the desire to be delivered from memory and imagination as it is about love, motherhood, and death Clemmons somehow crafts a book that feels familiar and wholly innovative This searing novel is a marvel that might change how we write and think about love, loss, place, gender and race for decades to come.Kiese Laymon, author of Long Division What We Lose A Novel Zinzi Clemmons 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    • What We Lose: A Novel
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    • Zinzi Clemmons
    • Anglais
    • 24 November 2016

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