This One Sky Day: LONGLISTED FOR THE WOMEN'S PRIZE 2022

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For cost savings, you can change your plan at any time online in the “Settings & Account” section. If you’d like to retain your premium access and save 20%, you can opt to pay annually at the end of the trial. The island of Popisho is itself a wondrously unreliable narrator, a place that harvests stories as readily as its supply of edible and intoxicating butterflies, and it evoked, for me, the Macondo of Gabriel García Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude , one of the fictional worlds that serves as a precursor for this equally inventive novel. There are other influences: the author herself has mentioned Toni Morrison and Roald Dahl, among others, but I was reminded also of Alejo Carpentier and Jean Rhys, also Caribbean writers with a sharp eye for the follies and foibles of humankind. This One Sky Day by Leone Ross As the sun rises, two star-crossed lovers try to find their second chance at abiding love. When night falls, all have been given a gift, and many are no longer the same.

In her new novel, fifteen years in the making, the British-Jamaican author Leone Ross offers the reader an imagined island, like Coleridge’s caverns, measureless to man. The novel, taken as whole, is an infectious celebration of life, and especially of love, in all its divergent glories and sorrows, as well as a timely reminder of the perils of judgmentalism and prejudice. Ross uses this familiarity to great effect as she introduces us to the surreal elements of Popisho, often turning the mundane into something spectacular to show how characters struggle with public and private traumas. One running theme to this effect is the butterfly vs moth dichotomy.

Richard Gwyn r eviews This One Sky Day from Leone Ross, a magic-realist novel following the surrealist events of one single day in an imagined archipelago. On Popisho, a Caribbean nation in which the inhabitants are blessed with unique attributes, ‘a little something-something’ called ‘cors’— for example, the ability to talk with animals, or walk through walls — the ruthless Governor Intiasar controls the local economy with his monopoly of the toy factories, staffed by woefully underpaid workers, through which the island gains its revenue, and its leaders their fortunes. In response to this injustice, among others, a mysterious graffiti artist has daubed the walls of the factories with exhortations in orange paint, notably THERE IS AN ALTERNATIVE, while a group of scavenging indigents, reviled and outcast, who inhabit the nearby Islands of the Dead, serve as a collective scapegoat for all the failures and frustrations of the population at large. One of the features of island life is the preponderance of butterflies, which can be grabbed in mid-flight and eaten, offsetting a brief but glorious intoxication. If butterfly-quaffing is the equivalent of a fine wine or a spliff of quality ganja, the consumption of moth is something darker, shameful and more dangerous: a Popisho version of crystal meth. Xavier is a conflicted man, haunted both by the ghost of his dead wife and his addiction to moth. He has been in recovery for quite some time, but when a young fisherman gifts him a prize moth, he secretes it carefully away in a cloth pouch and carries it with him, just in case.

Conversely, people have a vastly different reaction to moth eaters, but the reaction varies according to a person’s station. Ross herself notes in one of her promotional interviews that butterflies are to alcohol as moths are to heroin, and the people of Popisho discriminate accordingly. Leone Ross was born in England and grew up in Jamaica. Her first novel, 'All the Blood Is Red', was longlisted for the Orange Prize, and her second novel, 'Orange Laughter', was chosen as a BBC Radio 4 Women’s Hour Watershed Fiction favourite. Her short fiction has been widely anthologised and her first short-story collection, the 2017 'Come Let Us Sing Anyway' was nominated for the Edge Hill Short Story Prize, the Jhalak Prize, the Saboteur Awards and the OCM BOCAS Prize. That novel also did well. But then, says Ross, “I got really frightened. I think in my 20s, I thought that what you do is you write a novel, and then you can be a novelist. And it didn’t quite work out that way. You know, at one point, Oprah had it in her hand, and then … she didn’t have it. And there were a variety of disappointments for this inexperienced, relatively young woman. And I decided that I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be a novelist.” She stops herself. “No, that’s not true; I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be published, or that I could handle being published.”

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I would recommend this book for anyone who loves magical realism and wants to read more Caribbean books. Ross’ wit, humour, empathy, and love for the Region shines throughout This One Sky Day, making it a fun but contemplative read. Throughout the novel, characters eat butterflies as a part of their socialisation and entertainment. It is commonplace and no one really cares about butterfly use, even if someone eats too many, or eats them the wrong way. Anise’s neighbour, for example, loves to hunt for sleeping butterflies and eat them before breakfast.Adult me would never be so scornful. If my pum-pum fell off, I would grab her up immediately, gently wipe her off, and kiss her. I would promise her to find a way to be one again, and until then build a shrine of sorts, somewhere warm. As a woman now who has developed my own relationship with my sexuality and my body, I have undone the brain-washing of my upbringing and culture. I think my pussy is one of the most beautiful, bravest, most powerful and vulnerable things about me. But I do know that that may not be the case for everyone. Most of all, while their cors may be able to help them somewhat, the problems the characters face cannot be solved with magic alone. There is no subtext cors to prevent miscommunication. There is no magic to prevent discrimination, bullying, murder or infidelity. Each person must figure out how to deal with their own problems, and they often have to tap into their communities to do so. There are so many other instances where she uses ordinary things to point out inequality and unfairness throughout Popisho, e.g. sex worker exploitation, the emotional and mental traumas of miscarriages, discrimination against same-sex couples, and the sweeping ramifications of governmental corruption. She presents each of these issues with a bit of accompanying magic from either the people of Popisho or from the land itself, showing how far-reaching and destructive these issues can be. You may also opt to downgrade to Standard Digital, a robust journalistic offering that fulfils many user’s needs. Compare Standard and Premium Digital here.