Before it was even published, Twin
Cities writer Lesley Nneka Arimah's first book was all the buzz.
April 19, 2017 — 7:55am
Writer
Lesley Nneka Arimah, who lives in St. Louis Park, has been drawn to “the surreal and the magical” ever
since she was a child.
Lesley Nneka
Arimah is determined not to let the enormous swell of praise that is engulfing
her first book go to her head. She is counting, in part, on Twitter and
Facebook to keep her humble.
“What It Means When a Man Falls From
the Sky,” a collection of 12 short stories set mostly in Nigeria, was published
this month by Riverhead Books. But the accolades began months ago, when her
book was named one of the
most anticipated of 2017 by Time, Elle and the Chicago Tribune, among others;
garnered starred reviews in Kirkus and Publishers Weekly, and earned Arimah a
Q&A in the New Yorker online. Reviewers have called the book “remarkable” (NPR), “essential” (St. Louis Post
Dispatch) and “dizzying and
beautifully written” (Nylon).
In a headline, the
Village Voice was succinct: “Lesley Nneka Arimah validates the buzz.”
This would be
heady stuff for any writer, let alone a first-time author of a modest story
collection, but Arimah is working hard at keeping it real.
“Whenever the great press threatens
to go to my head,” she tweeted recently, “I remind myself I’ve had coffee in a
martini glass more than once to avoid doing dishes.”
Arimah’s stories are populated primarily by
mothers and daughters and are pierced with loneliness and dark humor.
“I think about loneliness a lot,”
said Arimah, who lives in St. Louis Park. “We are conditioned to not be alone.
At some point, though, even if you’re married and have children, you’re still alone inside your head.”
Most of her
stories venture into the world of speculative fiction — also known as sci-fi. In “Who Will
Greet You at Home,” first published in the New Yorker, the protagonist fashions
a baby out of
human hair and waits for it to come to life. In the title story, which was
shortlisted for the Caine Prize for African Writing, mathematicians have the
power to subtract grief from other people.
Arimah has been
drawn to “the surreal
and the magical ever since
I was a child,” she said.
To be successful, “speculative fiction has to feel real. When I teach, I always
talk about how this is a magical landscape but the character doesn’t know it’s
magical. For the character, it’s all they’ve ever known.”
She worked for a
while in a call center, selling time shares (“Having a panic attack every day, being hung up
on 24/7”), a job that forms the basis for her story “Glory,” which is set in Minneapolis.
She has also
worked in an accounting firm and has taught at the Loft Literary Center and at
Minnesota State University, Mankato. She now writes full-time.
“I can write anywhere,” she said,
even on her phone.
“Because I’m
on Twitter a lot, seeing my phone makes me happy. When something occurs to me,
I can open a document in an app and start typing a scene.”
Arimah, 33, almost
didn’t become a
writer at all. She graduated from Florida State University with a bachelor’s degree in English and had figured
she’d go to law school, but during her last semester she took a writing class,
and that was it. Her fate was sealed.
“I didn’t even know an MFA was a
thing,” she said.
She was a little
nervous about telling her parents that instead of becoming a lawyer she was
headed to someplace called Mankato to study writing. But her father, as it
turned out, was surprisingly agreeable: He had thought of becoming a writer,
too, but instead became an engineer, working all over the world in the oil
industry.
An African
childhood
Arimah was born in
the United Kingdom and spent her early years in Nigeria. Her family immigrated
to Louisiana when she was 13 — she and her sister were thrilled because they thought LA meant Los
Angeles.
They were a bit dismayed when the family settled down in the relative backwater
of Lafayette, La.
“That was a bit of a culture shock,”
she said. So for a few years she buried herself in books.
She earned her MFA
in 2010, and although she had completed a number of short stories and what she
now calls “a terrible
novel,” she did not yet feel confident in her skills.
“ ‘The Book of Night Women’ [by
Marlon James] was one of the first books I read after I graduated, and it made
me realize that I didn’t know what I was doing,” she said. So she decided to
stop writing for a while, and just read.
“I did a lot of reading for almost
two years. That’s what people did before MFA programs, isn’t it? Reading
voraciously is its own education. I’m a big advocate of reading across all
genres, to better internalize good writing.”
At the time, she
was living in a rented farmhouse outside Mankato, and in that isolation Twitter
became her link to the world. On Twitter she is mouthy, smart, thoughtful,
political and very, very funny.
Eventually, she
installed an app that kicks her off Twitter after a certain amount of time. The
problem wasn’t that
Twitter was a time-suck; the problem was that tweeting about something she is
in the middle of writing “lets the air out of the balloon.”
A swift success
After her two
years of reading, things happened fast. Arimah was accepted into the Loft
Mentorship program in 2012, working with St. Paul writer Mona Susan Power. Her
first published story appeared in the online magazine PANK in January 2014,
selected by writer and PANK founder Roxane Gay, and then a literary agent got
in touch with her. And after that — well, the Commonwealth Prize, and a whole
slew of grants, and publication in literary journals Catapult and Granta, as
well as the New Yorker. And now this book.
Arimah’s Loft mentor, Power, said:
“Lesley’s work from the
very beginning just blew off the stack. From the confidence, the depth, the
challenge of her writing, you can tell that there’s incredible intellect at work here.
Everything is at stake — not only for her characters, but also for the reader.
She reaches
out beyond the page and pulls you in.
“There’s this energy that’s
white-hot.”
After this story
collection, who knows what Arimah will do with that white-hot energy? She
signed a two-book contract with Riverhead, so there will certainly be another
book. But what? A novel? Another story collection? She is not saying.
She’d love to do a graphic novel. (“I am
waiting for someone to say, ‘Lesley, do you want to write a graphic novel?’
Yes, yes, yes!”) She still has that “terrible novel” in a drawer. And she’s also working on
something new. Whatever it is, she doesn’t want to talk about it, doesn’t want to let
the air out of that balloon.
Meanwhile, the
accolades and reviews continue to pour in. She reads them, she enjoys them, she
tweets about them, and then she moves on.
“I’m still cheesing off yesterday’s
NPR review,” she tweeted the other day. “I grinned like a loon all through my
morning bike ride.”
And later that
day, on Facebook: “I’m not
going to read any more reviews because this can’t be good for me.”
Turn off Twitter.
Back to work.
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