Showing posts with label Mockingjay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mockingjay. Show all posts

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Captain's Log, Day 12: I Put the "I" in "Identity"


Date: April 18 (technically 19), 2020
Time of post:  12:39 AM
Quarantine Day: 34
Last Song I Listened To: “Woman's World” by Little Mix
Last Person I Communicated With: Savannah Winkler via Instagram DMs
Last Thing I Ate: 3 halo mandarin oranges
Last Thing I Read: A Snapchat message
Current Mood: proud
One Thing I’ve Accomplished Today: grocery shopping and finished graduation presents
One Thing I Want To Accomplish Today: I mean, I actually did all the things on my list today
One Reason I’m Stressed Today: I have a big History of the Book “quiz” to take this weeked
One Reason I’m Happy Today: the ChALC Conference today was wonderful, and Zetta Elliott is an amazing human being and incredible speaker!

Dear Apocalypsers,

I’ve been thinking a lot about identity today. It started this morning with the biannual ChALC Conference. Months ago, we picked a theme: “Fantastic Identities.” The M.A. Class of 2020 has a pretty big Children’s Lit cohort—I think there are 6 of us (me, Lexi, Dustin, Mikayla, Molly, Noelle)—and we’re all involved with ChALC, and we’re all very into diversity and representation in Children’s Literature. (And it probably helps that, to quote the best compliment Nick Cady has ever given, “We’ve got to be one of the gayer cohorts.”) So we knew that if we were going to have a hand in planning this conference, we wanted it to be about identity. And, because K-State has some of the coolest connections, we were able to get Zetta Elliott as the keynote speaker.

Cue COVID-19 mess.


Thankfully, Karin Westman is the ChALC sponsor, and we were able to move the conference online via Zoom. In some ways, that was great, because people from across the country were able to join in. On the other hand, we lost the opportunity to meet Zetta and potentially have lunch with her and ger her to sign our books and all the geeky things that a Children’s Lit graduate student would desperately want to do. But, I’m trying not to get bogged down in that. I’m just going to make Phil Nel introduce us in person someday.

A line from Elliott's most recent book, a collection of poetry inspired about the
lives of her mother and grandmother.

Zetta’s keynote address was called “Magic, Mystery, and History: Forging Radical Black Girl Identities in Fantasy Fiction,” and she talked a lot about her own family history and her relationship with her racial identity. It was really beautiful and powerful and brought up a lot of concerning points about what kinds of books are “allowed” to feature Black or Indigenous protagonists, and, because of all this drama, award-winning authors like Zetta Elliott have to self-publish their work to get it to readers at all. Apparently, most children’s books published with a Black protagonist are in the “nonfiction,” “biography,” or “historical fiction” category, because those are the genres that most often win the Coretta Scott King Award. If a book wins the Coretta Scott King, it’s basically guaranteed to stay in print, and every public and school library will end up with a copy of it—which is great news for publishers. So that creates a cycle of only publishing those genres, and then those genres are the only ones that win, so on and so on—and nobody wants to “risk” publishing other genres like science fiction and fantasy, because they might not make a profit immediately. What they don’t see—or don’t care about—is that introducing books with Black protagonists from different genres could start trend and that, in the future, there could be a really diverse array of books up for (and winning) the Coretta Scott King Award.

But that’s not what capitalism’s about, is it?



When I think about identity, YA novels immediately come to mind. Teenagerdom is such a hard time, partly because everyone’s self-conscious and trying to figure out who they are. I mean, the plot of every teen movie is the "outcast" or "weirdo" suffering for not fitting the status quo and slowly "finding their place," usually with people who accept them "just the way they are."  Fantasy and dystopia YA take the bildungsroman to the next level and throw in a casual “save the world” mandate or “the world is ending” proclamation on top of the already dystopic reality of puberty. Katniss and Peeta, at 16/17/18-years-old have to come to terms with their constantly shifting identities. Peeta even keeps a list of words that he uses to “try to figure [Katniss] out”: friend, lover, victor, enemy, fiancée, target, mutt, neighbor, hunter, Tribute, and ally (Collins 270).


It should be known that the whole Children's Lit
cohort is obsessed with Ebony Elizabeth Thomas' book,
The Dark Fantastic. We read it for Phil's class last spring
and actually got to Zoom with her. And she and Zetta
Elliott are friends!
Basically, this photo is hella important
to us now. 

 In Dread Nation (2018), both Jane and Katherine must come to terms with what it means to be a Black girl in Justina Ireland’s zombie-infested post-Civil War world. Jane seems to have an understanding of what being Black means to White society, but she also knows what it means to her, and she’s learned how to work around the system as much as she can. I’m thinking specifically of the moments where she makes herself sound uneducated to get White characters to leave her alone, saying, “My momma says the best wat to get what you want from people is to give them what they think they want. They expected me to be stupid, so I used that to our advantage” and “Sometimes you have to live down to people’s expectations, Kate. If you can do that, you’ll get much further in life” (Ireland 62, 63). Katherine, who is white-presenting, has a harder time with her identity, because on one hand, she can live as a privilege white woman, but at what cost? She tells Jane, “[Passing as white is] exactly what I don’t want. I don’t want to live the rest of my life as a liar. To turn my back on my own people” (362).

But identity isn't limited to teenagers and YA, as Daniel Heath Justice shows us in The Way of Thorn and Thunder (2011), where many of his characters find themselves straddling more than one identity. For Tarsa, the main protagonist (maybe?), she struggles with suddenly having her identity as a Redthorn Warrior taken away as her Wielder identity is Awakened. Being a Wielder is uncommon, and she is shunned by her community; she feels out of place herself until Chapter 11 "Becoming" when she accepts her identity. Other characters, like the gender neutral zhe-Kyn , Averyn, embody characteristics of both genders, and they are a valued healer in this world. Even Tobhi, who is portrayed as personable, honest, and well-liked, is "different," as he is a Leafspeaker. His skills are rare among Tetawi, so he isn't "normal," either, and the same can be said of Quill the Dolltender. But, for Tobhi and Quill, their differences (or anomalies) make them highly respected members of their communities, and there is yet no indication that they ever faced the kind of discrimination that Tarsa has. Overall, Justice's world is reflective of Indigenous culture which is more accepting of “anomalous” gender identity than our society is, in that The Way of Thorn and Thunder views identity as more of a spectrum than a binary and that "anomalous" people are not "wrong" but special and important.
This is a post from an astrology account that I follow on
Instagram. It "prescribed" me (a Pisces) 5-10 times a day. I listen
to so much music every day, so this was a pretty (and strangely
accurate) "pill to swallow.."


With all of this bouncing around in my head, I started thinking about my own identity. (Don’t worry—no Earth-shattering revelations are about to be revealed.) So, I do what I always do when I need some feel-good energy: I turn on Little Mix. They’re probably my favorite girl group, and I’ve actually come to appreciate them more as I’ve gotten older because 1) they’re best friends, and that comes across in every song they record and every interview they do and 2) they are unapologetically proud of the things that society tells women they shouldn’t be proud of, from their weight to their sex lives to “four letter words” to how big their boobs are (these are the things that definitely made me uncomfortable at first, coming from a small Southern town, but now it’s what I love about them). They have a song called “Strip” on their most recent album, LM5 (2018), and I literally cried came on Spotify today. I was in my kitchen, microwaving some chicken nuggets, and I just cried. (It’s not even a dramatic ballad! That’s “Cannonball,” which of course came on immediately after, and I was such a wreck after those 2 songs, omg.) I think it was this part that got me: “Take off all my make-up 'cause I love what's under it / Rub off all your words, don't give a, "uh", I'm over it / Jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know I love all of this / Finally love me naked, sexiest when I'm confident / You say I ain't pretty / Well, I say, "I'm beautiful", it's my committee” (Little Mix).




I don’t have a great history with my body. There are things about myself that I’m not comfortable with—my weight, my skin, my teeth—and I generally just feel a little bit like I’m trying to hide myself. Growing up, I was always told that I was “so smart.” I was “writing my own ticket,” and “my parents must be so proud.” What I don’t remember being told was that I was pretty or that I had a nice smile or that someone had a crush on me. I do remember not fitting into my 7th grade Spring formal dress because I had gained weight. I remember being told by my neighbor that we could work out (at 12 and 13) and get me “from a Large to a Medium.” I remember getting cast as the comic relief character but never the beautiful leading lady and being told that boys were “intimidated by me.” I remember not getting asked to Prom. I knew I was smart, and that quickly became my identity—but I wanted to be pretty.

And, weirdly, it took moving halfway across the country to find peace with myself. That’s what I realized today. For years, I thought something was wrong with me. Maybe I wasn’t particularly pretty; I didn’t hear that much (except from my parents, but they’re obligated to say that, right?) Maybe I was a little too chubby or my one wonky tooth was too wonky; I had never been asked out, never kissed anyone. Maybe I was too loud or weird or naïve or focused on my career. But when I got here, I found people who loved every part of me—and told me. And that gave me some much-needed confidence to love myself. Like the girls of Little Mix say, “If you got little boobs, love it / If you got a big ass, grab it / If you got nothing big, rock it / It's your life, go get it, if you want it” (Little Mix).
And, wow, do I want it.

So, if you’ve read the last 1600 words, thank you. Go jam to some Little Mix. They’re sure to make you feel good about yourself. (I highly recommend “Joan of Arc,” “Wasabi,” “TheNational Manthem,” “Woman Like Me,” “Shout Out to My Ex,” “Power,” “Salute,” and “Little Me” in addition to “Strip" and “Cannonball.” "Woman's World" (My "last song listened to" is so powerful, too. Definitely worth a shout out here.).

And, if you’re still figuring out who you are, may the odds be ever in your favor. You’ll get there.

Katie






Works Cited:

Collins, Suzanne. Mockingjay. Scholastic, 2012.

Ireland, Justina. Dread Nation, HarperCollins, 2018.

Justice, Daniel Heath. The Way of Thorn and Thunder: The Kynship Chronicles. University of New Mexico Press, 2013.

Little Mix. “Strip.” LM5, Syco, 2018.

Friday, March 27, 2020

Captain's Log, Day 3: Panic or List It


Date: March 27, 2020
Quarantine Day: 12
Last Song I Listened To: “Mother’s Daughter” by Miley Cyrus (caution: explicit content)
Last Person I Communicated With: Laura Ward
Last Thing I Ate: Spaghetti-o’s
Last Thing I Read: my students’ discussion board posts
Current Mood: bored-but-hopeful
One Thing I’ve Accomplished Today: Graduate Student panel with potential English grad students
One Thing I Want To Accomplish Today: read more of the book I’m reading
One Reason I’m Stressed Today: have to start grading U2 Revisions
One Reason I’m Happy Today: set up a Zoom meeting with a potential grad student for next week to talk about Children’s Lit

Dear Apocalypsers,

I have done nothing particularly interesting since my last entry, but I’ve survived. I’ll honesty say that the highlight of the last four days has been my Zoom meetings (something I never thought I’d say!)
The isolation isn’t as crippling as I was afraid it would be. It’s possible that I over-hyped it in my own head…or maybe I’m just being stubborn. It seems like everything in the world is going against me right now—graduation is cancelled; I can’t see my friends; people are dying; I can’t even go to school, which I’ve always loved—it’s like the world wants me to be miserable. Lucky for me, though, I hate being told what to do and how to feel, so I’ve just decided that I’m going to be happy to spite the universe. It’s been…a challenge…some days, but this isolation has forced me to find little things to appreciate and enjoy. I’ve actually been keeping a journal for a while where I just write out the reasons I’m stressed and the reasons I’m happy each day. I always try to make the “happy” list longer than the “stressed” list. I feel a little like Katniss in the epilogue of Mockingjay (2010) where she lists the good things in her life. It really is a great grounding technique and something that we could probably all benefit from these days.



But it was so great getting to see my classmates last night, especially during Apocalypse! (I swear I’m not just saying that because this blog is also for that class!) I just really missed talking about books with everyone; they’re so freaking smart! I could listen to them talk for hours! We’ve always had such good discussions in that class, and the books are right up the alley of things I like, so it was nice to be back—even in a limited capacity. I couldn’t help but notice that I was smiling the whole time, and I even came close to happy-crying, as weird as that sounds. (Okay, maybe the isolation is getting to me a little.)

Today, too, I got some human interaction. It was “visiting day” for perspective graduate students, and Jimmy asked me to be on a grad student panel via Zoom to talk with them about our experiences as grad students and GTAs. I’ve always loved these kind of things. I used to work events like this for my newspaper and Honors Program in undergrad, and I would sign up for the full 4 hours just to talk to perspective students. What can I say? I like talking (obviously) and meeting people! The students I met today seem really cool. A lot of them are already at K-State and are looking to pursue their M.A.s here, but some are from out of state (or country!) They asked really good questions, and I hope I was able to convey to them just how much my time at K-State has meant to me and how much it’s shaped me as a person and a scholar. Has it been flawless? No. I know it’s been hard and stressful, but, after talking to these students, I realize that I’d do it all over again (pandemic included) if I meant I could have the good times, too.

Evidence of one of the many "good things" I've had happen since grad school started. This was in August 2018. We hadn't even known each other a week. It's a low-quaity pic that serves as the beginning of a high-quality adventure.

I’m not sure if this is a good response to global crisis, but I’ve found that I’ve either been really nostalgic or really future-oriented. I haven’t spent much time in the present. My mom would always get onto me as a kid about wishing my life away, wanting to get to the weekend or Christmas or graduation, but I think she’d make an exception for now. I don’t think anyone wants to live in this moment longer than we have to. But that’s why I make my list, because, like Katniss says, it’s survival. We can critique the heteronormativity of The Hunger Games; we can even fight over if Katniss should have chosen Gale or Peeta (it’s obviously Peeta!), but I don’t think we can argue how eerily relevant the last page of Mockingjay is now:

            “My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard.

Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver. But one day I’ll have to explain my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever really go away.

I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years.

But there are much worse games to play.” (Collins 390)

There are a lot of things we’ll have to explain to our children someday: school shootings, pandemic, war, collapsing governments, sexism, racism, homophobia, transphobia—all the things that we’ve witnessed in our lifetime. Those aren’t easy things to stomach, but I hope we can also teach our children how to cope with these things, even if it’s just making a list of the good things.

Here’s to hoping you have good things to add to your lists today.

May the odds be ever in our favor,

Katie




Works Cited:

Collins, Suzanne. Mockingjay. Scholastic, 2012.

@justinaireland. “Okay, but in my defense I didn't actually think I would see an apocalypse when I wrote that, LOL.” Twitter, 26 March 2020, 8:04PM. https://twitter.com/justinaireland/status/1243343131669643264