An odd, clueless, possibly crazy older woman with no discernible power, looks for her son.
Mute, written in the first year of the Covid-19 pandemic when structural inequalities were starkly on display, explores helplessness when social structures you have no control over take what you love away from you; when those structures reward doing what you are told based on your place in those structures, including turning away when apparently official or legal and harmful things happen to people whose place in those structures is, or becomes, precarious. The novel also explores different kinds of awareness of and engagement with the world, especially listening and speaking from the skin, a phrasing I only recently learned from a reflective commentary by Chip Livingston, a Mvskoke (Creek) poet, on a poem by Chrystos, a Menominee poet.
I am currently revising Mute.
Mute, written in the first year of the Covid-19 pandemic when structural inequalities were starkly on display, explores helplessness when social structures you have no control over take what you love away from you; when those structures reward doing what you are told based on your place in those structures, including turning away when apparently official or legal and harmful things happen to people whose place in those structures is, or becomes, precarious. The novel also explores different kinds of awareness of and engagement with the world, especially listening and speaking from the skin, a phrasing I only recently learned from a reflective commentary by Chip Livingston, a Mvskoke (Creek) poet, on a poem by Chrystos, a Menominee poet.
I am currently revising Mute.