Sketching Mona

I was talking to Shar about Mona yesterday on the Go train after having spent a whole day with Marxist-Foucaultian-Anti-Racist-Anti-Colonialist Feminists. I was excited about writing Mona again--the protaganist for my novella project. I haven't had time to be excited about my creative writing in a long time. I have been thinking lately to abandon the whole classic Hollywood cinephile thing, where she works in a video store and is a classic Hollywood fan-girl. The whole point with that angle was that she would uncover the Charlie Chan series and become a politicized anti-racist chick of th 70s as a result of it. But again, that angle never really excited me. If anything, it felt a bit didactic.

Before the Himani Bannerji celebration conference yesterday, I have been thinking a lot lately about community. I have been thinking about how I've never really belonged to a community, especially a politicized community. Everytime I hear about people like Larissa Lai belonging to an activist movement in the 70s, I feel envious. I feel lonely. I feel absolute loneliness when writers like Larissa have a community of writers that read her work and help nurture her work. I link this loneliness to the romanticized loneliness I feel when I remember the coalition building between Asian American activists and academics with the Black Panther movement. Lately, in my academic work, I write about coalitional possibilities and solidarity building in literature. I'm beginning to realize that I focus on this stuff not just b/c it is important in this neoliberal day and age but b/c I feel lonely, I lack a politicized community. Unlike those scholars of colour who have been influenced by each other through the scholarly works and countless conversations they've shared with one another over the years, I don't belong to a group of scholars of colour who read each other's works and nurture each other's thinking. Academically and creatively, I feel lonely. I don't really belong.

I think I can funnel this loneliness to Mona. She can be, as Himani Bannerji declared proudly yesterday, "a foster child of the Black community!" But with a twist. I want to get at the loneliness, the loneliness that I feel ever so palpably in Larissa Lai's work. I want Mona to feel set adrift after her grandmother's death. I want her to be an aspiring Marxist-Anti-Racist-Anti-Colonialist Feminist. I want her to look to the African American and Asian American movement with lonely longings to belong. Maybe she shouldn't be a Vancouver-rite after all. Maybe she should be an Edmontonian. I think that's what it boils down to--Edmonton has nurtured my lack of cosmopolitanism that Asha and Phanuel exude, my lack of belonging, my lack of politics growing up and belonging to an ethnic community, to be sure, but a community depoliticized nonetheless. She can travel to Vancouver to visit the archives and be surprised at the amount of Asians and notice the palpable loneliness in her soul. Plus, if her grandmother and great aunts were adopted by white Methodist Missionary folks, her loneliness would be more stark than mine. With her ethnic grandmother gone, with only her assimilated devout Methodist almost white extended family (b/c they married white) left behind, Mona will be like the last Chinawoman standing, which parallels her search for her great-grandmother, the first Chinawoman, the infamous sex worker, the shameful secret no one in her family wants to acknowledge.

This project excites me b/c it will come out of my feelings of futility and frustration with the managerial state encompassing every aspect of our lives and the control of public discourse by right-wing ideologies, the incursion of the right and the fashionable anti-leftist and dehistoricized tendencies amongst my colleagues, or for that matter, in the university of the 21st century.