I’m
delighted to share with you that Penguin Books is proud to release one of its
most exciting Originals of the year, introducing the literary world to the
sharp, superb voice of Mona Awad with her debut book, 13 WAYS OF LOOKING AT A FAT GIRL.
Body
image is something I’ve struggled with throughout my life. I was a slim child,
but then I got chubby as a prepubescent. I lost weight, then got fat as a
teenager and then lost weight again in my early twenties. Throughout my
twenties it was something I wanted to explore in my writing and I was always
taking notes to that end, even as I wrote fiction and poetry on other subjects.
When I was twenty-two, I wrote a poem called “Zoology” about not being able to
find a plain black cardigan in a plus size store, but underneath, it was really
about how marginalizing the experience of being fat was. It felt very good to
write, but it was more of a rant than a poem, so it was ultimately not very
satisfying—there was so much more I wanted to say. A few years later, after I’d
lost weight and was working as a journalist, I wrote a feature article about my
and my mother’s experiences with dieting trends in the 80s and 90s, but this didn’t
feel like enough either. I didn’t want to explore the subject of weight on a
cultural level or even on a strictly autobiographical level—I wanted to do it
on a far more creative, intimate level. I was much more interested in this
level of experience—how body image can affect your relationships to people,
clothing, the way you are in the world. For that I needed the freedom to
imagine, to draw out social dynamics and fully explore moments of rage,
vulnerability and desire I had experienced both as a fat person and as a thin
one. I needed characters that were separate from me and had their own stories—I
craved the freedom of fiction.
Most
of the stories were inspired by a point of tension that I had observed,
experienced or imagined—being in a fitting room with a dress that doesn’t fit,
for example. I would take that point of tension and I would sit with it, trying
to describe it in as much intimate, immediate and honest detail as possible. I
would scrutinize it, draw it out, let myself imagine around it. By exploring a
moment of tension like this, it would acquire more layers and consequence, and
a story would often emerge. Once I had the contours of story, I could push that
tension further still—in some cases, to its limits.
The
title was inspired by the Wallace Stevens poem, “13 Ways of Looking at a Black
Bird,” though really only superficially. What I liked was the idea of using different
ways of seeing as a way into the life of one character. In my experience,
perception is a huge part of body image. I thought I looked fat before I was
fat and, in some ways, that made me get fat. I also continued to see myself as
someone who was fat after I got thin. So
the idea of looking, for me, is really the most transformative, damaging and
powerful driving force in the book. Being fat is also both a highly visible and
invisible experience—visible because of the extra flesh and invisible because of
the ways that flesh can eclipse you as a person, both in terms of how people
see you and how you see yourself—so the title felt connected to that paradox of
being both seen and unseen in various ways. It let me organize the overall
story around the many ways in which Lizzie might be seen or imagine she is seen
by various people in her life: sales women, friends, parents, romantic
partners, flings, as well as how she might see herself in these relationships—ways
of seeing that she resented, ways of seeing that were simplifications, or
generalizations. Take “Your Biggest Fan,” for example. I would take each way of
seeing—how Lizzie is seen by the other character, and how she sees him—and then,
in the course of the story, try to unsettle and complicate it.
So much of Lizzie’s story is bound
up in how she views herself and the various ways she imagines others see her.
So I wanted to approach telling her story as a series of glimpses--how she
changes in relation to that shifting gaze, real or imagined—and I wanted the
structure of the book to reflect that. Each way of looking seemed to be its own
story that was connected to but also separate from the whole—another piece of a mirror
(however warped) into which Lizzie is looking.
Transformation is a tricky
thing. The idea that when we transform our bodies, we start off in one place
and end up in another, is part of a notion about weight loss that this book is
definitely trying to explore and challenge. My own experience of transformation
was messy and complicated. Even after I got thin, I still felt like my weight
was highly visible to anyone who bothered to look. In the way I behaved with others.
In the way I ordered salad. Not in the fact that I ordered salad, but in the
way I did—like it was penance, not a choice. In the way I wore my clothes—I
wore them like they had been hard won, and they were. I felt too, that underneath
those clothes, the visible evidence of having been fat was there. This is the
case for Lizzie, too. She still has to reckon with her flesh, even its ghost, and
so does everyone else around her. Her body, changed or unchanged, is still
bound up in how she sees herself. That doesn’t necessarily go when the weight
does. In Lizzie’s case, she’s still cognizant of her fat and so it’s still
informing the way she is in the world, her relationships—and not necessarily
for the better. In fact, in some ways it’s more complicated, because the weight
is no longer visible, and so it’s harder for others to understand her.
It
still seems culturally okay to make fun of fat people. When I was fat, I
avoided going into elevators with people because I was afraid they would make
fun of me after I left. In the book, I wanted to focus on depicting Lizzie and
my other characters as honestly and with as much care as I could. I wanted to humanize
and complicate portraits of people that are often seen as objects of ridicule. And,
of course, it’s very telling that after Lizzie loses weight, she is at times
guilty of seeing fat people this way herself.
There’s
a lot of music in the book—it’s definitely important to Lizzie throughout her
life as a form of self-expression and self-discovery, and as a way to connect
with other people. Certainly music provided that for me. Goth is seen as
marginal and underground, and Lizzie, in seeing herself the way she does, identifies
with that to some extent. But ultimately I think Goth is more of a phase she
goes through in part because of her friendship with Mel—this music is an
important part of their bond as teens, but their relationship to it and to each
other shifts over the years.
Female
friendship is a subject that has always interested me as a writer. I love
paying close attention to what goes on subtextually between women—things that
we are not fully conscious of, that pass between us quickly. It goes without
saying, perhaps, that body image can complicate these relationships and even
come between women. After I lost weight, I definitely noticed a shift in the
dynamics of some of my friendships. This is not to say that those friendships
are any less valuable—I love and cherish all my female friends more than I can
say. But I do think that female friendships can be idealized (or
over-simplified in the other direction—as a caricature of petty, “mean girl”
competition) and I wanted to explore what might else be going on under the
surface. Writing this book gave me a chance to amplify and explore tensions and
dynamics that fascinated me in my own experiences and in my observations of
female relationships. For Lizzie, of course, all of her friendships and
encounters with women are complicated by her own issues. But she’s definitely
not alone in the creation of that weirdness.
Fitting
rooms can be places of existential dread for people of any size. When you’re
locked in an enclosed place with nothing but an item of clothing and a mirror,
you have to reckon with yourself in a way that you don’t elsewhere. It can be a
de-familiarizing, humiliating, excruciating experience. I guess because there’s
also a yearning there, a desire for transformation, possibility, that fitting
rooms offer too. When I was fat, I was angry and humiliated that I couldn’t
find a decent dress and still I hoped. When I was thin, I was angry and humiliated
that I still struggled to find things that fit me and yet I still hoped. I
yearned to fit in. It’s that cocktail of hope and necessity that can make the
fitting room experience so excruciating and revelatory, whether you’re in there
with just an item to clothe your body, or something that symbolizes your dream
self. Lizzie revisits the fitting room because, as much as she rages against
it, she is very much a victim of that hope.
Above all, a feeling of connection
to the stories and the people in them. Fiction and especially short stories have
always been extremely important to me. The books I love; I take to as one
would take to a new friend. They have something very personal and urgent to
tell me. They give voice to thoughts and feelings and desires and fears that I
didn’t know I had. My favorite stories have always been the ones that feel very
intimate, like the writer really gave something vital in themselves to the
telling of the story. A little of the soul. I wrote these stories and these
characters with as much honesty as I could in the hopes of making this book
that kind of offering to the reader. I also wrote it, ultimately, to create a
story that I would want to read. I can only hope readers will feel the
same.
Author Mona Awad |
American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
really made an impression on me, though I can’t say that I was consciously
aware of it as an influence when I was working on the book. I think it’s a
brilliant, very disturbing and complicated portrait of a monster, who is at the
same time a product of his culture and his age. Certainly Lizzie is no Patrick
Bateman, but I do think I was interested in exploring a kind of monstrousness,
a psychosis that our body image-obsessed culture can bring out in us. Another
favorite is The Remains of The Day by
Kazuo Ishiguro. Not only is it a wonderful story with an incredibly rich and
nuanced first person voice, but I love the way Ishiguro can create a narrator who
is so blind to certain truths inside himself, truths that are available to the
reader to recognize, but that the narrator cannot access due to his own psychological
and emotional blind spots. Mary Gaitskill’s complex characterizations and her
interest in tension have always been endless sources of inspiration. I’m also
huge fan of humor in fiction, especially with a dark or melancholy edge, so I
love writers like Lorrie Moore, Dorothy Parker and Stacey Richter. Right now,
I’m writing a novel and preparing to teach creative writing to undergraduates
so I’m not reading anything too consistently, despite the tower of books on my
bedside table. Though I did just order Where
Did You Sleep Last Night by Lynn Crosbie, a great Canadian writer and poet.
It’s a novel about a girl who’s in a relationship with the dead spirit of Kurt
Cobain, so I’ll probably devour that pretty quickly.
BOOK CLUB KIT INFORMATION:
COCKTAILS …
The von Furstenberg
If we can’t pull off the wrap dress, at least we can pull off one of DVF’s favorite cocktails.
Tequila, Lime and Jalapeño Cocktail
1 shot of ice cold tequila
1 teaspoon of freshly squeezed lime juice
1 teaspoon of agave nectar
1 tablespoon of roughly chopped cilantro
A couple of slices of jalapeño chili
1 cup of good quality sparkling wine
Mix the tequila, lime juice, agave nectar, chili, and cilantro in a glass and stir vigorously. If you have a cocktail shaker, shake with some ice and pour into a glass. Then add the sparkling wine.
My Mother’s Idea of a French 75
Everyone needs a little liquid strength for a visit with Mom
2 oz. Champagne
½ oz. lemon juice
1 oz. gin
2 dashes simple syrup
Combine gin, syrup, and lemon juice in a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake vigorously and strain into an iced champagne glass. Top up with Champagne. Stir gently. Garnish with lemon peel.
Caribbean Therapy
Liz’s guilty pleasure is the Caribbean Hand Treatment; ours is this cocktail!
Caribbean Rum Punch (makes 2)
½ oz. lime juice
4 oz. orange juice
4 oz. pineapple juice
1 ½ oz. dark rum
1 ½ oz. light rum
A dash of grenadine for color
Mix ingredients together, pour over ice, sprinkle with nutmeg and garnish with an orange slice and a cherry.
PLAYLISTS CURATED BY THE AUTHOR:
Velvet Morning: Lizzie’s Playlist
Some Velvet Morning, Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra
Let Love In, Nick Cave
World in My Eyes, Depeche Mode
I Live My Broken Dreams, Daniel Johnston
Famous Blue Raincoat, Leonard Cohen Precious Things, Tori Amos
Moonage Daydream, David Bowie
Everyday is Like Sunday, Morrissey Joey, Concrete Blonde
The Passenger, Siousxie and The Banshees cover
Candy, Iggy Pop and Kate Piersen
Your Silent Face, New Order
The Mystic’s Dream, Loreena McKennit Sanvean (I am Your Shadow), Lisa Gerrard
Vervain, Faith and the Muse
Peepshow, Miranda Sex Garden
I Can See Now-American Dreaming, Dead Can Dance
Song of the Siren, This Mortal Coil
Is That All There Is, Peggy Lee
Strict Machine, Goldfrapp
Freya’s Fire: Mel’s Playlist
Memento Mori, Rhea’s Obsession
Bella Donna, The Legendary Pink Dots Garden of Delight, The Mission UK
Moonchild, Fields of the Nephilim
Black Celebration, Depeche Mode
The Scarlet Thing in You, Peter Murphy Suedehead, Morrissey
Sensual World, Kate Bush
Sparks, Faith and the Muse
Love’s Labors Lost, Love Spirals Downwards
The Host of Seraphim, Dead Can Dance Motherland, Single Gun Theory
Birds of Passage, Bel Canto
Sunshine, Miranda Sex Garden
Playing with the Fire, Ordo Equitum Solis Orbit, Changelings
Drifting, Lycia
You, Radiohead
RECOMMENDED VIEWING/READING CURATED BY THE AUTHOR MOVIES …..
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
The wife of an ogre-like restaurateur finds solace in a torrid love affair carried out mostly in silence. When her lover is killed by her tyrant husband, she gets her revenge by forcing the murderer to eat his well-cooked corpse. Some say this lush, gothic feast of a film is director Peter Greenaway’s metaphor for the Thatcher era. I just liked Helen Mirren’s incredible Gautier corsets.
Welcome to the Dollhouse
I related deeply, very deeply, to Weiner Dog, the anti-heroine of Todd Solondz’s brilliant and excruciating black comedy. Who hasn’t, in their prepubescent heyday, lusted after unattainable Steves, only to settle for punks with knives?
Secrets and Lies
English director Mike Leigh’s unique improvisational filmmaking approach brings me more deeply into the lives of his characters than anything I have experienced in film. Nothing broke my heart like this film’s portrayal of two women, a mother and an adoptee, finding each other.
Breaking the Waves
Danish director Lars von Trier is an infamous dick to his female protagonists, but somehow these women survive his up-close, excruciating portraits and transcend his dark agendas. Odd duck Bess MacNeill from Scotland is my favorite.
Amélie
A lonely Parisian girl with whimsical, color-saturated worlds churning inside her. Yann Tiersen’s achingly dreamy piano and accordion score. Together, they made this film as irresistible to me as a pastry dreamed of but not yet invented.
Swimming Pool
Uptight, icy English writer undone by her encounter with a hot French girl. Charlotte Rampling shows us that the world of the imagination begins with fixation and jealousy. And a swimming pool.
Exotica
Lonely characters living in the aftermath of a loss that has estranged them from their lives, themselves and each other. I love all of Canadian Director Atom Egoyan’s films but this story of a missing girl—presented in compellingly cryptic fragments and flashbacks—remains a favorite. Not to mention Michael Danna’s sexy-dark score.
Rear Window
My mother and I watched a ton of Hitchcock films and I loved them all, but this one tapped into my early love of voyeurism. Also, there was Grace Kelly taking cringe-worthy risks for her wheelchair bound boyfriend. All while wearing an assortment of jaw-dropping dresses.
Charade
Audrey Hepburn in Paris. Impeccably chic whilst eating too many sandwiches. Licking an ice cream cone with Cary Grant by the Seine. Smoking elegantly, emaciatedly over a gruyere-laden bowl of French onion soup. Audrey is still somehow and always svelte and stylish Audrey. My fat-girl heart was charmed and baffled.
Mulholland Drive
Lynch’s dark, warped fairy tale that explores the strange dynamics between two women haunted me and opened my eyes to the storytelling power of fearless, unchecked imagination.
Shirley Valentine
Middle-aged Manchester housewife dreams of leaving her dreary suburban life and sitting by the seaside in Greece. What spoke to me was not only the letdown she experiences when her dream is realized, but her courageous decision to stay anyway, and forge a new dream. Also, I could have watched Shirley talking candidly to a wall forever.
Shag
A movie in which, among other things, a “chubby” girl aptly named Pudge gets to dance with the leading man’s best friend. What more could a fat, 11-year-old girl want besides watching Bridget Fonda be bitchy in a bikini?
Muriel’s Wedding
Chubbed out Toni Collette in a too-tight leopard print dress sitting alone in her bedroom listening with solemn intensity to Abba on a pink ghetto blaster. Need I say more?
BOOKS …..
The Lion of Boaz-Jachin and Jachin-Boaz by Russell Hoban
Hoban was perhaps best known for his children’s books, but it was his first novel for adults, a magical story where anger and fierce love are literal lions stalking the streets of London, that made me a die-hard fan.
The Magic Toyshop by Angela Carter
“The summer she was fifteen, Melanie discovered she was made of flesh and blood.” So begins Angela Carter’s dark fairy tale novel which involves a monster puppeteer, a gothic toyshop and a sinister reenactment of my favorite myth, Leda and the Swan.
Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
Not only is this a wonderful story, told with a rich first-person narrative, but I love the way Ishiguro can create a narrator who is so blind to certain truths inside himself, truths that are available to the reader to recognize, but that the narrator can’t access due to his own psychological and emotional blind spots.
Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson
Twelve dancing princesses. A giant Dog Woman who uses a ship’s sail as her skirt. Jeanette Winterson’s mesmeric, magical prose made this novel biblical for me.
The Lover by Marguerite Duras
This erotic, dreamy novel about a young French girl’s romance with a Chinese man made such an impression on my 17-year-old soul that it took years to stop emulating Duras’ pared down, cryptic prose.
By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept by Elizabeth Smart
Canadian writer Elizabeth Smart was in madly in love with the poet George Barker and this was her torrential, warped love song to him, complete with dreamlike references to song of songs.
The Torn Skirt by Rebecca Godfrey
Best angsty girl fever dream novel ever. Ever.
Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut
Kilgore Trout, a prolific but unread vagabond science fiction writer. Dwayne Hoover, a mentally ill car salesman who believes Trout’s story is the literal truth. Vonnegut’s tragicomic novel and his 50-year-old birthday present to himself was a gift to me every time I read it. And not just because of the dirty drawings.
American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
A brilliant, very disturbing and complicated portrait of a monster who is at the same time a product of his culture and his age. I was riveted by Patrick Bateman even as I was repulsed by him.
The Diaries of Anais Nin
Oh to be this lovely, eccentric woman beautifully ruminating about love, possibility, sex, and literature in 1930s Paris.
Armies of the Moon by Gwendolyn MacEwan
I owned the record of Gwendolyn MacEwan reading these lush, lonely poems and I listened to it and read it along with her, out loud. Her haunting voice is as much a part of the poems as the poems themselves.
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
I still remember when I first read the riveting scene in which Jane Eyre confronts Rochester in the garden. Probably I’d been reading too much Austen, but when Jane at last says everything she feels, it is one of the most exhilarating moments in fiction.
Foxfire by Joyce Carol Oates
“Foxfire burns and burns.” “Foxfire never looks back.” “Foxfire is your heart.” Such are the tenets of this outlaw girlgang/true-blood sisterhood in the 50s. A blazing fire of a story, told in breakneck, breathless prose, this book was my teenage heart.
DISCUSSION OF QUESTIONS:
1. Early in the book, Lizzie is a big alternative music fan, but as she gets older, her passion for it seems to wane. What does music represent for Lizzie? Are there things about your adolescent self that you miss?
2. As we see in “My Mother’s Idea of Sexy,” Elizabeth has a close relationship with her mother, but it is also very strained, made even more complicated by both women’s issues with their bodies. What do you make of their relationship? Did you relate to it?
3. Lizzie’s two main friendships in the book are with Mel and China, only one of which lasts into adulthood. Why is that? What do you think Lizzie gains from each of these friendships? How are they different?
4. What was your reaction when reading “Your Biggest Fan”? Do you think Lizzie knows that this is how he feels about her? How does it feel to see Lizzie from his perspective?
5. An office is full of fraught relationships—in “The Girl I Hate,” Lizzie frequently goes out to lunch with a girl she hates, but who she also admits is an extremely nice person. What did you make of their dynamic? Did you relate to it?
6. Several scenes in the book are set in fitting rooms. How is each visit different, and how are they the same? Do you share any of Lizzie’s anxieties?
7. In “She’ll Do Anything,” we hear from Lizzie’s (now Elizabeth’s) husband Tom, who met her when she was bigger. What are your thoughts on his actions and the way he thinks of his wife in this section? What has changed between them, and why?
8. Do you think Lizzie was happier in the beginning or the end of the book? Do you think she’s happy at any point?
9. How did you feel about the ending? Do you think Lizzie will ever learn to accept herself?
10. Throughout the book, Lizzie wrestles with her body image and self-esteem, but there are other universal aspects of her experience, too, from feeling misunderstood to struggling to find love to fraught relationships to just plain old teenage angst. Did you relate to any of these struggles? All of them?
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Sounds like an important read!
ReplyDeletePowerful. And sadly necessary.
ReplyDeleteOur weight affects how we think and feel big time. And I know people who still felt fat after losing a lot of weight.
ReplyDeleteHealthy body image is such an important part of a healthy identity, whether we like it or not. Teaching young people to love who they are is critical.
ReplyDeleteIt's time we looked at the person and not the body.
ReplyDeleteA very complicated subject for all of us. I look forward to reading what this author has to say on the subject. My own feelings about weight are skewed in many ways and I agree that it's important to encourage young people to be comfortable within themselves.
ReplyDeleteWow. Body image is a huge issue...the funny thing is, it's never good enough in this society. Young girls grow up now worrying about "thigh gap" and cankles. I actually heard one girl say her boyfriend said she was "skinny fat" because even though she was thin, she wasn't toned. I really would love to cover the whole thing in a fun way in a tween book...just not sure how to do it. This whole comment may have inspired me!
ReplyDeleteA captivating book which looks at an important topic. Thanks for this feature.
ReplyDeleteJust looking at the title started me thinking about friends of mine who have struggled with weight and self image issues. Thanks for the chance to win a copy of this book.
ReplyDeleteI think there is too much emphasis put on looks. If they are active and eating well then that is most important to me.
ReplyDeleteI think there is too much emphasis put on looks. If they are active and eating well then that is most important to me.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a read more young people should be exposed to. Everyone has differences, as well as feelings.
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