The house sits at the foot of a spring-green mountain, painted over with long cascading strokes of darker green, giving the impression of a verdant and peaceful setting. Contrast this to the brown ridge where the figure is sitting, huddled in a long sleeve jacket, hands tucked into pockets. The ridge is barren except for a single tree that is mostly bare branches with sparse pale-pink leaves.

Matthew Wong was a rising young painter who died of suicide on October 2, 2019. In a moving obituary by the New York Times, his mother explained that Mr. Wong “was on the autism spectrum, had Tourette’s syndrome and had grappled with depression since childhood.” This helps to explain the sense of isolation and longing in the painting, depicted by the solitary figure on a barren ridge, looking back at a house in lush green surroundings. The figure also appears to be physically cold, wrapped in long sleeve coat, hands tucked in pockets, with no skin showing, but is sadly separated from shelter by an icy white distance. This dynamic, amidst a landscape of majestic mountain rising into star-crowded sky, gives a sense of melancholy beauty and loneliness.

The title of the painting, “See you on the Other Side,” can be interpreted in numerous ways. Mr. Wong is known for incorporating mythical elements into his work, so is this the beginning of the hero’s journey? If the tree in the foreground is interpreted as being laden with pale pink flower buds, there is a sense of hope and promise that the figure is leaving home and will return triumphant on the other side. But the tree can also be seen as a representation of fall transitioning into winter, hanging onto a few withered leaves, as the last bright red autumnal leaf blows away. Is the figure heading away from the verdant house and mountain into winter, the season that classically symbolizes death? Does the other side refer to an afterlife? A third interpretation to consider is that the figure is not leaving the house, but actually trying to get there. In this case, on the other side would refer to crossing the vast white expanse where no path is marked and no help is in sight.

View the painting at Museum of Fine Arts Boston ➔

Matthew Wong’s Biography: www.matthewwongfoundation.org/biography
A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database.
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Frimbo is an admirable erudite, reminiscent of Sherlock Holmes, while the “closed room” scenario with a handful of characters evokes Agatha Christie. The writing is accessible, the rendering of Harlem accents remarkable, and the accurate references to state-of-the art forensic medicine, using anatomy and chemistry, are engaging. The conversations between Archer and Frimbo explore the nature of science, faith, and psychology. 

Some passages contain philosophical observations: ‘Pure faith in anything is mysticism. Our very faith in reason is a kind of mysticism’ (p. 214).  
 
Fisher was an African-American physician-author whose clever novel contains only African-American characters, including the physician and the detective. Specialized in radiology, he lived most of his life in Harlem, but he had studied medicine at Howard University. The author of many short stories and plays, he was also a gifted musician and composer. He at died at the age of 37 from an abdominal cancer attributed to his work with X-Rays.   

The Conjure-Man Dies: A Mystery Tale of Dark Harlem
Rudolph Fisher  

Miscellaneous Original edition 1932  
Publisher University of Michigan Press 
Place Published Ann Arbor MI 
Edition 1992 
Page Count 316 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database.   
Web image by Salah Ait Mokhtar 

The collection opens with a poem, “Dedication” (p.1), dedicating the poems that follow to those “dear friends” who share, and so understand, the sufferings of ongoing illness. The implication is that healthy people cannot, yet, truly enter that world and, in fact, “fear” those who must live there. Yet Silver’s poems are a way into that universe. Tender and fierce, the poems in this collection seem to arise fully formed from the deepest part of Silver’s existence. The poems in section I present us with the harsh realities of illness and the anticipation of loss. In the acknowledgements, (p.72), the author notes that the poems in this section are “in honor of my sisters with inflammatory and advanced breast cancer.” In “Advent, First Frost,” she likens that “feathered prophecy” to “a bowl of frozen tears” (p.6) and in “Stage IV,” she writes that she is “taboo, now,” that she and others use words that once embarrassed them, “courage, prayer, miracle.” Even so, she is aware that “Our passports have been stamped– / our wrists and collar bones have been marked” (p.7). In a lovely prose poem on page 11, she writes in memory of her friend, Susan: “Ulysses will sail the storms till he dies. And so, my dear ones, will we” (p.11), combining, as she often does, the reality of approaching death with hope, dignity, and strength. In “Leaving the Hospital” (p.23) and “On a Line from Virginia Woolf’s Diary,” Silver celebrates the return, even if temporary, to life: “And the day takes my body back simply, / the way a mother dresses her child” (p.14). For me, the most moving poem in this section is the title poem, “I Watched You Disappear” (p. 22-23). It is a litany of regret, loss, anger, and pain, related not in poetic images but in plain and deeply human language: “I hate spring, its prettiness. / Your heart kept beating. Why didn’t it just stop?” 

Section II consists of seven, short one-stanza poems based on images from Grimms’ fairy tales. It seems that the first two lines of each poem serve as metaphorical statements about the realities of advanced breast cancer. “Owl Maiden” begins “No transformation’s instant. / Her hair fell out first, replaced by quills” (p.29). “Strawberries in Snow” begins “Belief comes easily to the ill. / Miracles fall from their lips like gems” (p.31). And “The Flowered Skull” offers these opening lines: “The magician finds them, young or old, / mothers, maidens–to him–no matter–” (p.34). The final poem in this section is a tale told to her son, Noah. In “The Hazel Tree,” Silver is the mother who “died and grew into a tree,” “each nut a word she’d grown to tell her son / now that her speaking human voice was gone” (p.35).  

In Section III, she turns, as she did in her first collection, to poems about her family. She visits again the (actual) doors of her life (“Doors” p.39), expresses regret at being impatient with her son, “Ubi Caritas Deus Ibi Est” (p.41), and in other poems examines moments of her family life, especially those shared with her son, father, sister, and husband. This section’s poems rarely mention illness, yet as they share family stories, they hint at the inevitability of loss. The final poem in this section, “Sea Glass,” ends with lines that could be applied as well to the way poems might be born from the wages of a life: “Something salvaged, sunlit, / gem-like. Something saved / from the grinding into grit” (p.55).  

Section IV, like section II, contains only seven poems, three of them commentaries on paintings and, through those commentaries, observations on illness and suffering as well. “Late Renoir” speaks of how the artist painted to “smudge away doubt” and to submerge “the mutilations of war, his dead wife, / the black he banished from his palette” (p.59). The long poem “Valentine Gode-Darel (1873-1915)” is a reflection on the five paintings by Ferdinand Hodler that captured his lover’s sickness, decline, and death (p.60). “Portraits in the Country,” (page 63), offers a glimpse into the poet’s resignation and acceptance of death, a mindset supported by her faith in both the human and the holy: “But I will not rush to put down my sash. / Instead, I will turn the leaf of my book. See with what gentle gravity God / lets it hover, in balance, then fall to its side.” The book’s last poem, “The Firebird,” suggests that words, especially poems, might hold truths that sound louder than the approach of death: “The bell ringing in your throat will drown / out the train’s slow grieving” (p.67). 

These poems are beautifully crafted, often primal, and they touch the deepest reaches of personal illness and the shadow of mortality. Readers who have breast cancer or who have family or friends living with breast cancer, might find these poems difficult to read–others under the same circumstances might find them difficult and yet, at the same time, essential. For me, dealing with the reality of an aggressive breast cancer afflicting someone I love, these poems provide a window into an experience I can only observe from a distance, even if that distance is only an embrace away. These poems provide a portal into the emotions, fears, regrets, and pleas that might be hiding behind a patient’s or a loved one’s exterior of cheerful optimism and determination. We can’t walk the path that a woman with advanced breast cancer is traveling. But these poems help us be companions on the way. 

Miscellaneous 
“Strawberries in Snow” was first published in the Bellevue Literary Review (V12N1).  

Publisher Louisiana State University Press 
Place Published Baton Rouge 
Edition 2014 
Page Count 73 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database .  
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In her second collection, “I Watched You Disappear” Silver’s poems invited us to accompany her on her journey through treatment, anger, despair, determination, and faith. This third collection (her penultimate) continues the author’s beautifully written illness narrative, again presenting moments of joy and of despair, and always of hope. 

Silver places her title poem, “From Nothing” (pg. 1), before Section I as an epigraph to the entire collection. “Each death I witness makes me more my own,” she writes, and although the poem sees “muscle shredded” and “bone sheared,” the poem’s last lines lift, as do many of Silver’s poems, into hope and faith: “and my molecules will vault, emerging. / From darkening days, the light will surge and flee.” Section I begins with poems of memory–“Summers in Vermont” with her family (pg. 5)–and “Coincidence,” when her sister’s child is born on the same day that Silver holds her breath and presses her “shorn chest” to an X-ray machine (pg. 7). The memories here are of family moments, both the joyful and those tinged with such “darkening days.” In “Luzerne,” she recalls when time was “consigning” her to such darkness, but two things saved her: her son, the poet’s hand touching his “damp blond hair,” and poetry, “offering itself like a pair of velvet shoes” (pg.13). Silver develops the idea of poetry as a special entity, a gift that enables her to walk forward in her journey, in “Raven” (pg. 15). She imagines a raven lifting her, holding her, and then setting her down in her home, where, she says, “dawn drove a pen into my hand.” This sense of urgency and necessity pervades all of Silver’s poems, as if she has been commanded to write her story.  

Section II begins in “Anguish” (pg. 19) a stunning poem about the loss of her first child, a daughter, but the section ends in joy with “After a Favorable PET Scan” (pg. 38). It might be difficult to find another poem by any author that offers such resounding relief and happiness. This poem, especially, speaks to how terrible every test is for those who are suffering, for those whose test results might mean more medication, more surgery, or less time to live. The celebratory release felt by patients when results bring good news must be a special kind of joy: “Oh world, I will give you all my love. / I will race like a child through the fields, / I will chase off the unkindness of ravens. / My words will grow thick as marshes, / sheltering nests in salty steams.” The poems in Section II are some of the most beautiful and moving poems in this collection. See especially “Tenebrae” (pg. 21), a plea for life; “Poise” (pg. 26), a rant against giving in to cancer; “Snow White” (pg. 30), a poem of mourning for self and others; and “Four Prayers for Forgiveness” (pg. 34-35), a poem that turns illness into beauty: “–the scattered lumps in my lungs / become church domes roofed in green mosaics, / my bones’ fissures fill in with grass-green yarn. / . . . I open my eyes and all is golden.” 

Section III seems to present a corrective reaction to the joy expressed in the final poem in Section II. The poems in this last section are short, mostly one stanza, a catalog of things that are broken, cracked, ripped, or chipped. The warning that nothing lasts forever is implied in poems such as “Partings” (pg. 44) and “Woman with a Hole in Her Stocking” (pg. 45), in “Red Never Lasts” (pg. 47) and “Autumn” (pg. 57). Yet, as always in Silver’s poems, the warning is tempered by the beauty of her words and the depth of her insight into what it is to suffer over the course of an illness that has remissions and recurrences, that sees the body changed and relationships altered. In “Ideal Speech” (pg. 58), she writes “Listen to the Holy Ghost. She blows through you, / she blows her poems right through you.” Even when days seem darkest, the ideal speech for Silver is poetry, and she is the “you” through which the Holy Ghost speaks these auricles. In the book’s final poem, “Three Roses” (pg. 59), the author once again works her spell, turning illness into beauty and despair into hope. “Where only my scar line remains, a red rose blooms. / Luscious, full, so open that if it dropped a single petal, / it would not be as lovely as it is this very moment.” And in the poem’s final lines, “Lay her hands on my chest–here, I give it to you. / Feel your palm on my skin heat and spark,” What is the “it” she gives us? I believe that Silver invites us, as Whitman did, to merge with her and to live within her words, which are her flesh, the poems she writes and then gives us to read and ponder.  

Miscellaneous 

In my annotation of Silver’s second collection, “I Watched You Disappear,” I wrote that her poems might be difficult for some to read: “These poems are beautifully crafted, often primal, and they touch the deepest reaches of personal illness and the shadow of mortality. Readers who have breast cancer or who have family or friends living with breast cancer, might find these poems difficult to read–others under the same circumstances might find them difficult and yet, at the same time, essential.” The poems in this collection can be as raw as they are hauntingly beautiful. But, as do her other books, this one again opens to us a world apart, one we cannot enter unless we share this author’s diagnosis and illness trajectory. If we are caregivers or care receivers, if we suffer or we watch loved ones suffer, these poems plunge us into emotions that we ignore at our peril.  

Publisher Louisiana State University Press 
Place Published Baton Rouge 
Edition 2016 
Page Count 65 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database. 
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Esther, daughter of a native healer who has some familiarity with and respect for Western medicine, envies and longs for Antonia’s Western training and attaches herself to her as a disciple. In her encounters with patients, Esther finds that she has an inexplicable gift for healing which baffles her as well as Antonia and complicates their already tenuous relationship. Esther’s gift forces Antonia to reexamine some of her most basic assumptions about what constitutes healing. 

The novel raises complex questions about the cultural, religious, and institutional contexts of medicine in a delicately drawn portrayal of relationships among characters whose divergent frames of reference complicate trust and understanding. One of the questions the novel addresses is not only how to heal the body, but how to heal the breach between cultures. In the development of the friendship between the American doctor and the African healer these questions are worked out in concrete particulars that fully honor both the pain and the hope involved in authentic cross-cultural dialogue. 

Antonia Saw the Oryx First
Maria Thomas 
Soho Press, New York 2007: 296 pages 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database.  
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Conditions change once Sweet Home’s owner dies of a stroke and his widow brings in her brother-in-law and his young nephews to help run Sweet Home; the small liberties granted to the enslaved people are revoked by the new leadership, and cruelties ensue. The enslaved people, including Halle and a man named Paul D, plot to escape north; however, Sethe and her children are the only ones who succeed in doing so, only after she is violated by the nephews and brutally whipped by the brother-in-law for informing him of the assault. These events and Sethe’s flight are complicated by her near-full-term pregnancy. Approaching death from exhaustion and exposure, she is saved by a white girl who helps Sethe give birth. Her daughter is named Denver after the contextually benevolent white girl.  

Carrying her newborn, Sethe arrives at 124, greeted by her other three children, into the care of Baby Suggs. The bittersweet happiness of her arrival without Halle is marred one month later by the arrival of a team intending to reclaim Sethe and her kids for Sweet Home. Rather than allow herself and her children to be forced back into slavery, Sethe intends to commit infanticide and suicide, succeeding in the murder of her older daughter. This action effectively prevents them from being taken, and Sethe is exonerated of her charges. Despite this, her act of desperation crushes her family, eventually leading to Baby Suggs’ death and to the flight of her sons from the household. Eighteen years later, Paul D arrives at 124. He begins a relationship with Sethe and manages to evict the poltergeist.  

Soon thereafter, a strange woman arrives by the name of Beloved, the word Sethe had engraved on her child’s tombstone. Sethe is initially unaware of the stranger’s origins, and Paul D is effectively forced out by the new arrival. Once Beloved’s identity as the deceased child is understood, she, Sethe, and Denver become wrapped up in each other, blurring the lines of their identity. Sethe loses her job, but Denver manages to extricate herself to find work. Hearing of the family’s plight at the hands of the “unholy” Beloved, thirty black women of the area band together to purge 124 of her presence. Beloved leaves without a trace. Paul D eventually returns to 124, and memories of Beloved slowly fade into oblivion. 

Beloved is a pure work of art. Toni Morrison crafted a brilliant piece fueled by the lived experiences of enslaved people’s descendants in America and informed by the temporal proximity of the ratification of thirteenth amendment. The summary outlined above fails to capture the impact of the work’s nonlinear form, both in time and perspective. Flashbacks seamlessly interweave with the driving plot. Not only are the past and present difficult to distinguish, but this intermingling also elevates the past in status compared to the present, allowing the past to rival––and often exceed––the present in narrative importance. Time becomes a unique character, one whose primary achievement is the marring of other characters’ physical beings. Through this lens, the recapitulation of Sethe’s tree scars mirrors the historical impact of slavery on the modern-day United States. This context is further validated by the work’s inspiration, the life of Margaret Garner, an African- American enslaved woman who escaped, was recaptured, and who murdered her daughter while being returned to the South. 

Toni Morrison’s mastery of figurative language builds upon the nonlinearity of the piece. Her writing is powerfully displayed through allegories, the most notable of which is found on pages 248-252. Through Beloved’s perspective, Morrison blends hell and slave ships into one entity. This same section of the novel further unifies the perspectives of Beloved, Sethe, and Denver through a mélange of emotion and perception.  

The relevance of this piece to contemporary American politics and social issues is profound and disturbing. American history continues to discredit the experiences of people of color, particularly those of who identify as Black or African-American. This novel demands that we confront the United States’ history of racial oppression. Its magical realism provides new dimension to a historical narrative, allowing for greater imaginative accessibility to the meaning behind its story. As a last powerful image, I refer to the biblically paralleled coming of the four horsemen to “reclaim” Sethe: the sheriff assumes responsibility of reinforcing the dehumanization of Sethe and “addressing” her perceived cultural, psychological, and racialized aberrancy through punishment sans reformation.  

Miscellaneous 

Beloved
Toni Morrison

Awards
National Book Award Finalist for Fiction (1987); Pulitzer Prize for Fiction (1988); American Book Award (1988); Anisfield-Wolf Book Award (1988); Frederic G. Melcher Book Award (1988)  

Publisher Vintage 
Place Published United States 
Edition 2004 
Page Count 324 

Originally published on September 16, 1987 by Alfred A. Knopf Inc. 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database . 
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Agnes recognizes William’s unique potential and supports his choice to leave his family and head off to London to make his name in the theater world. Shakespeare rarely returns home to Stratford, and we only learn of his growing success indirectly. Agnes is forced to raise her children as a single parent and has to deal with her overwhelming grief when Hamnet dies. As she mourns the loss of her son, she is overcome with doubt about the fidelity of her absent husband, and her faith in their marriage is threatened. Ultimately, Agnes is given a playbill featuring the production of a new play written by her husband and she sets off on a trip to London to confront him on his own turf. She arrives uninvited at the Globe Theater in time to witness a performance of the play in which her husband has been able to channel his own grief at the loss of his son into one of the enduring literary works in the Western canon.  

I first became aware of this book in a New York Times article that appeared in the early stages of the COVID 19 pandemic shutdown. It was recommended as a worthwhile book to read in quarantine. I had never heard of Maggie O’Farrell but the two-sentence summary captured the book and author perfectly. I do not think O’Farrell is a prophetess, but she was nothing if not attuned to our times and circumstances. Assuming she was writing this novel well before coronavirus escaped the food market in Wuhan, the way she frames Hamnet’s death in the setting of the bubonic plague in Stratford is inspired. Her story captures the explosive fear that envelops the town as the plague spreads — you can feel the wind in your face as the townspeople slam the door shut in the face of anyone suspected or proven to be infected. The story is written in the present tense which heightens the sense of immediacy of events as they unfold for William and his parents, Agnes and her family, and the people living in Stratford. O’Farrell’s prose feels Elizabethan – in the description of glove making, removing honey from a beehive, preparing shrouds for the dead child. As I read, I found myself looking up many more words than usual; the language itself has the power to transport you back in time.  

But, while the choice of bubonic plague as the cause of death may have been fortuitous for book clubs and book sales in the world we lived in during the pandemic, I do not think it is the driving force in this book. The dominant theme is how we deal with grief from any cause. O’Farrell is not the first author to use the death of a child as a vehicle to explore the myriad consequences triggered by the loss of a loved one, especially for parents who lose a young son or daughter. The steady movement of the plot to the climactic scene in London makes Shakespeare’s response seem the more substantive. His literary genius has enabled him to channel his sadness at the loss of the son he adored into the creation of an authentic character into whom he could project all the hopes and dreams that he had for Hamnet.  

Interestingly, O’Farrell never names Shakespeare throughout the novel, referring to Shakespeare always as “he” or “him” I can only speculate what O’Farrell means to convey with this literary device. I think she is acknowledging that it is the truly rare individual who can accomplish what Shakespeare was able to do in redirecting his grief from personal sadness into a timeless literary masterpiece. We are thus like Agnes who must go through our day-to-day routine, try to find meaning in tragedy and the courage and strength to stay on our feet and continue to move forward. That is Agnes’ accomplishment — that she can summon the will to travel to London to confront William, and by her action have the goodness of heart to realize that her husband shares her loss. She is able to appreciate the gift he has been given to transform his personal grief into a meaningful expression that the world can share. With this newfound knowledge, her marriage will be reinvigorated, and their mutual love will be reinforced. Agnes is thus the named character who occupies center stage as the story unfolds.  

O’Farrell has written a truly beautiful book that brings to life the pain of loss and the capacity of men and women to endure. As we coped with the COVID-19 pandemic as individuals and communities, many were forced to deal with unexpected pain, suffering and death. Hamnet is a book for our time. Physicians and all other health professionals do their best to support families and communities as they deal with untimely loss of loved ones. I only hope that it will not set the bar too high on expectations of how to transform grief into meaning. We are not all going to be Shakespeares but we can hope to be Agneses, who can still find joy and meaning in our lived lives in the aftermath of devastating loss.   

Hamnet
Maggie O’Farrell 
Alfred Knopf, 2020: 384 pages 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database 
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In “Mandatory Evacuation Zone,” Felice Aull has gathered 63 beautifully crafted poems in which she examines the intricacies of language and loss, of grief and healing.  Each of the book’s five sections considers these themes in slightly different ways, always in language that is understated, vivid, and exact.  In Section I, we read poems that focus on the author’s complicated family history and her early loss of homeland.  In “Tracings” (page 15), an unknown relative (thanks to online genealogy searches) reaches the narrator and wants to meet her.  She, however, only wishes to learn “. . . how my parents / and my infant self / made our tortuous way out . . . . ” Brought in infancy from Germany to America, the author suffers the loss of both native homeland and native language (“Notes from an Alpine Vacation” page 16).  She searches photos of her mother and ponders museum note cards illustrated by Holocaust survivors (“Museum Notecards” page 18), imagining what she can’t quite know and yet can’t quite forget.  

Section II finds the narrator as a young woman in American, awakening to sexuality (“Gay Blades,” “Camp Counselors Make Out,”  “On the Staircase” pages 29-31), becoming a wife and mother, and then a grandmother.  A grandchild’s birth is both joyful and yet another “slipping toward / the edge of separation” (“Daughter in her Eighth Month” page 37). 

In Section III, the author turns her gaze to observations of the world around her, around us, aware of how many come to loss and death.  “Be prepare to mourn,” she tells us in “Disaster in October” (page 49), and in the moving poem, “I Saw the Smoke,” re-visions September 11th in words stripped of sentimentality and therefore made more powerful. 

Sections IV and V confront bodily loss through aging and illness, noting how, in so many ways, we try both to capture and to let go: “You snap photo upon photo / hoping to grasp and preserve / what cannot be grasped” (Capturing Alaska” page 66).  We learn of the most personal losses in poems of biopsies, surgeries, and chemotherapy.  When facing the unknown, every event might seem to hold a prediction.  In “Stunning Blows,” a doorman stuns a mouse, claims that it’s dead.  But the narrator, aware of the wages of time, writes, “But I still see it, like death, / moving toward me” (page 81).  At the book’s end, we return to language, how it too can leave us (“Forget That” page 90).  Yet in the collection’s final, gentle poems, the poet is “able, finally / to walk past the park’s redbud tree / without weeping” (“Immunity” page 96).

Although there are many poems that confront loss both recalled and experienced. grief for self and others, illness and the unknown in this collection, there are also poems of great acceptance and ultimate joy: “These gifts and losses, every year, mine” (“The Key to Gramercy Park” page 98).  The poems in “Mandatory Evacuation Zone,” show us how poetry can help us to “declutter” (see “Divesture” page 99) and release, and at the same time, hold on to and embrace.

Kelsay Books, California 2017: 100 pages

Felice’s website: https://www.feliceaull.com/

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A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database

In this poem of high irony, 21 stanzas of couplets brilliantly spin out stereotypes of Indigenous people promulgated by white American culture. Among the stereotypes that Alexie develops: the tragic Indian; Indian women as sexual objects for white men; Indian men secretly desirable to white women; Indians as violent, alcoholic, childlike, mystical,” and members of a “horse culture.” But in addition, Alexie emphasizes how American whites have co-opted Indian culture: “white people must carry an Indian deep inside themselves” until finally, “all of the white people will be Indians and all of the Indians will be ghosts.” The poem is a painful reminder of how the United States has at one and the same time decimated indigenous people and their culture while exploiting those people and that culture for its own gain. It is a commentary on stereotyping, loss of identity, and loss of a people.

Sherman Alexie is a poet, novelist, short story writer, essayist, and film writer. He is a Spokane/Coeur d’Alene Indigenous person and grew up on a reservation in Washington state. His work focuses on relationships between Indigenous people and white Americans and on life within a white power structure. Alexie’s writing is consistently humorous and ironic.

How to Write the Great American Indian Novel
Sherman Alexie
https://fallsapart.com

Source The Summer of Black Widows, pp. 94-95
Publisher Hanging Loose Press
Edition 1996
Place Published Brooklyn, New York
Alternate Source Native American Songs and Poems, pp. 28-29
Alternate Publisher Dover Thrift Editions
Alternate Edition 1996
Alternate Editors Brian Swann
Place Published New York

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database (Litmed).
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Although his story opens with the establishment of the Johns Hopkins Hospital in 1876, Barry immediately takes a detour into the history of medicine dating back to Hippocrates, and traces the history of medical/scientific thought from Ancient Greece to the end of the 19^th century. He then introduces a series of physicians, scientists, and medical researchers who will play their parts in the story of the pandemic (this first section is called “The Warriors”) and outlines their training, research, and interactions.  

It isn’t until page 91 that he takes us to the rural Kansas county in which the story of the pandemic begins. For although it was called the “Spanish Flu,” that was actually an eponym of convenience; in fact, the first cases of pandemic flu seem to have arisen on the American prairie. However, newspaper reporting on the new pandemic was felt by the Allies and Central Powers alike to be contrary to the public interest (the war was still raging), so it was left to neutral Spain, whose king had come down with the disease, to publish the early reports. In this section, “The Swarm”, Barry also briefly reviews the basic (not to worry, very basic) microbiology of viruses and the history of some prior pandemics. He follows this with the section called “The Tinderbox,” in which he traces the events leading up to the entry of the United States into World War I, and the importance of that war and the political and social conditions surrounding it in the history of the pandemic. From here on in the influenza itself takes center stage; in sections called “It Begins,” “Explosion,” “Pestilence,” “The Race,” and “The Tolling of the Bell,” the rapid and lethal course of the pandemic is described in gripping (no pun intended) detail. The last two sections discuss the scientific advances (and some false starts) brought about by the cadre of researchers working day and night to tame the outbreak, and then Barry finally turns to the retreat of the virus and ultimate end of the pandemic. The book ends as it began, returning to the stories of the individual men and women of science who engaged in the battle to beat the disease of which it had initially been said by many that “[t]his was, after all, only influenza.”  

For anyone seeking to understand the 1918 influenza pandemic not only from a scientific and medical historical standpoint, but also with an appreciation of the political and sociocultural milieu in which it took place, you can’t do much better than Barry’s work. It is not short—it clocks in at 461 pages, with another nearly 40 pages of endnotes and a 20 page bibliography—but it is well-paced and reads smoothly; the narrative carries you along, a testament to the author’s writing style. Barry succeeds in putting a human face on the pandemic and creates a mental image of the horror of pandemic disease which can stand up alongside those we have of the Black Death of the mid-fourteenth century, with which it is often compared. For those of us who know the flu as a seasonal visitor, (for most of us a major annoyance, but nonetheless a disease that kills tens of thousands each year), the images of massive and rapid death—villages abandoned except for piles of corpses, trains that “left one station with the living…[and]…arrived with the dead and dying”—seem surreal. Barry paces the book in such a way that one can almost hear the stopwatch ticking in the background; The Great Influenza is scientific and historical reporting done with great attention to detail and to getting the medical facts right, but it is reporting done with a novelist’s flair.  

Even as the pandemic begins to recede, leaving in its wake not only the dead but those living with its sequelae, such as post-encephalitic syndromes (the Woodrow Wilson/Treaty of Versailles anecdote is particularly striking), the helplessness of medical science is reaffirmed; the pandemic recedes of its own accord, because the virus mutates to less virulent forms, and the very large number of those who have survived helps to create herd immunity.   

In the book’s Afterword, added in 2018, the author discusses and compares influenza pandemics which followed the 1918 experience, talks about some of the antiviral drugs introduced over the years and how they work, and speculates about what the next great influenza pandemic might look like and how it might be prepared for. His concern was prescient, although it would be a coronavirus, rather than influenza, that would cause widespread death and societal disruption. In fact, one of the most jarring aspects of this story is the fact that, if one changes the dates and the names, the tale bears an uncanny resemblance to the COVID-19 story, right down to the attempts at minimization by the government and even the isolation and victimization of an ethnic group (in 1918 the Germans, who were the enemy in the world war, rather than Asian-Americans, as it would be during COVID).  

The Great Influenza is a detailed, highly readable, and sobering account of an episode which demonstrated once again that despite what we may think, we are not the masters of the world in which we live, and that a microbe could rapidly kill on a devastating scale and upend society—again—and there was initially little that could be done to stop it.  

THE GREAT INFLUENZA: A Story of the Deadliest Pandemic in History
John Barry 
Penguin Books, New York, 2004 (reissued with new afterword, 2018)
461 pages 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database.
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