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An emissary from the places in between

Author Neela Vaswani explores the world where cultural and racial categories blur

Author Neela Vaswani, author of “You Have Given Me a Country,” and explorer of world beyond racial and ethnic frontiers

Author Neela Vaswani, author of “You Have Given Me a Country,” and explorer of world beyond racial and ethnic frontiers

Photo by: Photo: Neela Vaswani

Neela Vaswani is a gifted envoy from that nation beyond borders of people with multiple homelands and heritages, citizens of a world where the old categories of race and ethnicity are blurring at the edges.

The New York City writer, who is making an appearance at Baltimore’s CityLit Festival Saturday, has father who is Sindhi-Indian, a mother who is Irish-Catholic and a gift for the sensitive rendering of what she calls the world of the “in between,” where cultural and racial categories are smudged, shuffled and deliberately resisted.

In an age when Barack Obama is president of the United States and many families cross racial divides, her work has certainly struck a nerve.

The publication of Vaswani’s autobiographical, semi-fictional “You Have Given Me a Country” by a small literary press has drawn a wide audience and won a series of prizes, including the 2011 American Book Award.

All of which came as a surprise, Vaswani said. “I had never in my wildest dreams thought the American book award would even notice the book,” she said in a telephone interview Friday, while driving from Washington, D.C., to Baltimore for Saturday’s event.

Her life so far seems more diverse than her heritage. She is a modern literary nomad, having served, if that is the word, as Visiting-Writer-in-Residence at more than one hundred institutions, including the Whitney Museum in New York City, Knox College and the Jimenez-Porter Writer’s House at the University of Maryland.

Neela Vaswani, working as a cocktail waitress in New York to pay off her University of Maryland student loans

Neela Vaswani

Along the way, she has worked as a maid, secretary, ice cream truck driver, dresser for Armani models, cowpuncher and movie ticket-taker. She paid off her loans from the University of Maryland by working as a cocktail waitress in New York.

In her writing as well, she has moved restlessly from genre to genre, producing short stories, adult and young adult fiction as well as nonfiction.

A Dissertation Reimagined as Fiction

“You Have Given Me a Country” was a literary recasting of her 450-odd page dissertation for her PhD in Cultural Studies at the University of Maryland.  She has called it a “synthesis of styles,” part history, memoir, fiction, ethnography, poem and photograph album.

The book seeks to understand why people feel they need to classify and categorize things and to explore the absurdity of treating people as museum specimens.

“It was a little bit dry and academic,” she told The Brew. “I had to rip out its academic guts and reimagine things. I thought, this won’t change anybody’s mind or move anybody if they read it in this form. I wanted to tell the story of my family in a way that people could feel.”

While events in the book are compressed, recreated from the recollection of her relatives or even reimagined from her viewpoint as a child, she said that everything that she writes about actually happened. More important, perhaps: “Everything is emotionally true.”

Vaswani’s current projects are as diverse as her previous work, and include a screenplay, an adult novel centered around a hospital and a non-fiction piece on the Indian sailors on British clippers ships from the 16th to the 19th centuries.

“They were invisible workforce that changed the face of history a number of times in the British favor.”

The Myth of Purity

Despite the diversity of her work, she has returned again and again to what she calls the “myth of purity,” the reductive impulse to define people by their race or ethnicity. There is something about her writing, too, that doesn’t want to be pinned down, defined as either this or that, although it is exquisitely focused on detail.

In one scene in “You Have Given Me a Country,” Vaswani and her parents arrive at the airport in Calcutta in Christmas, 1980, where they are greeted by her father’s family.  The child is fascinated by the scene, but she resists comparing and contrasting this strange new world with the one she left behind in the United States.

“I lie on my back on the top of the wheeled suitcase and play my favorite game: Unfocus Your Eyes,” she wrote. “Everything goes indistinct, indefinable. No man, no woman, no table, no chair. The world, a soft blur. Swashes of color, flickering shapes.”

Vaswani will appear at the Meyerhoff Children’s Garden in the lower level of the Pratt Central Library at 1 p.m. Saturday, as part of the CityLit Festival, a day-long celebration of the literary arts.

Among the other literary lights scheduled to appear at CityLit are Walter Isaacson, bestselling biographer of Steve Jobs; Benjamin Busch, “Wire” actor, former Marine infantry officer and author of the memoir “Dust to Dust.”

Also appearing will be Jennifer Bodine, author of the latest collection of her father’s images, “Bodine’s City: The Photography of A. Aubrey Bodine,” Nora Pierce, author of the novel “The Insufficiency of Maps,” and poet Derrick Weston Brown.

The Enoch Pratt Free Public Library, 400 Cathedral St., 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.

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  • Unellu

    In Between Places–the whole world belongs to in between

    What are the places in between?
    Some folks come from there,
    (or so it is told)
    they cannot be defined–
    pigeon holed or categorized,
    they remain outside
    easy demarcations–
    they are many
    yet they are none–
    they can be two or three or four at once–

    They are the bane of the census takers,
    the statisticians, the doctors–
    the kind who demand check marks on papers–
    (White or Black, Hispanic or Asian,
    Pacific Islander or American Indian?)
    from the in between places–
    they are a combination–
    a mish mash of nations–
    an amalgam of colors–
    a fusion of cultures,
    they are neither and they are nor,
    they are never “either” and  “or “,
    they are exoticized–
    they exoticize themselves–
    ah–so different they are–
    so special–so few in number–
    attached to no place permanent–
    wanting to be here when there–
    wanting to be there when here–
    belonging nowhere yet everywhere–
    (or so it is told).

    But who isn’t between places–
    on the fence then off?

    Who isn’t many colors–
    through invasions–migrations–
    miscegenation–
    who isn’t also Black–also White–
    also Brown?

    Who isn’t through many channels
    a muddy stream meandering?

    Who isn’t neither here nor there–
    wanting to be everywhere–
    who isn’t lost–
    tall among short–
    fat among thin–
    large among small–
    child among grown ups–
    good among bad–
    or the opposite?

    Who hasn’t run
    to what once was home–
    years later looking-
    and dragged himself out
    because what once was home
    is now in between–
    and the in between now–
    seems more and more like home?

    Who hasn’t experienced the alienation–
    of being alone among many–
    of misplacement–
    the rural in the urban–
    the urban in the suburban–
    the suburban in the rural–
    the cycles of displacement–
    discombobulation?

    Who hasn’t seen the conversion
    of the once familiar
    to the now strange–
    the once indispensable to the now obsolete,
    or the once strange to the now the familiar–
    or the once obsolete–
    to the now resurrected–
    even in places not in between–
    who hasn’t been in between?

    Who hasn’t been overtaken
    by an idea–
    an opportunity–
    a curiosity–
    an adventure–
    a need–
    a restlessness–
    who hasn’t occupied
    at least one in between place–
    while chasing dreams or demons–
    or many places in between–
    in a life time–who hasn’t?

    Usha Nellore 

     
     

     

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