On Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah’s Friday Black

Friday Black by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah. New York, NY. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. 2018. 192 pages. $14.99. Paperback.

Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah’s Friday Black contains no shortage of absurd realities, and yet not one of them feels distant from our own. The stories in this collection are ultra-violent. Their characters are either on the brink, in the commission, or sweating through the aftermath of vicious acts of cruelty. They frequently explore the conflation of justice with violence in the United States and the necessity of violence to achieve justice that won’t be granted otherwise. In one story, five black children are grotesquely beheaded by a white father who claims they endangered him and his family. He is subsequently exonerated. This leads various black individuals across the nation to repeat the violence suffered by the innocent “Finkelstein 5” against white people who, for the first time, must associate fear with their skin color. Another story depicts a theme park called “Zimmerland” that allows its guests to practice their “problem-solving, justice, and judgment” by exposing them to real world conflicts. However, instead of practicing justice, Zimmerland’s guests return again and again to practice violence, especially racially-motivated violence, and they can’t be banned because they’ve made the whole endeavor profitable by their constant patronage. That is perhaps the most insightful throughline in Adjei-Brenyah’s stories; even when individuals don’t want to commit or enable acts of violence, the incentives of capitalism make it too enticing.

This phenomenon is most evident in the collection’s three connected stories: “Friday Black,” “How to Sell a Jacket as Told by IceKing,” and “In Retail.” The first depicts an outdoor apparel outlet in a mall on America’s famously gory holiday, Black Friday. Customers become zombies, unable to communicate and willing to kill anyone between them and their half-price fleeces. Employees are no better; though they retain normal speech, they’ve become unfeeling in their competition to sell the most jackets. The narrator uses an eight-foot metal pole to “smack down Friday heads” and to push trampled bodies out of the aisles. The second connected story is less violent, but it reveals another sick aspect of capitalist transactions: the corruption of empathy. The same narrator snickers with a female customer as they watch her husband struggle out of a jacket, and when she turns around he looks at the husband “like, Women, am I right?” He makes each of them feel understood while inside, he only sees them as another sale. The final of these three stories begins with a mode of escape from the hell of the mall: a cashier at “Taco Town” leaps from the fourth floor balcony. Adjei-Brenyah’s stories are not always hopeless. His characters tell jokes in literally humorless worlds. They work together to prevent a mass shooting. But they rarely achieve hope, nor justice, without violence along the way.

––Dan Marcantuono, Fiction editor, Mid-American Review

What We’re Reading, with Managing Fiction Editor Dan Marcantuono

I’m not normally drawn to stories of the American West, but I picked up Battleborn by Claire Vaye Watkins anyway after reading and enjoying one of the stories from the collection a few months earlier. That story, titled “Ghosts, Cowboys,” piqued my interest through its use of time as a means of studying place. It is set around and within the Mojave Desert of Nevada, along with many of the other stories in the collection. Watkins tries again and again to find a moment to begin this story, jumping from silver prospectors in early Reno to the testing of a nuclear bomb over the desert in 1941. These beginnings amount to a story, a series of settings and characters that inform how the narrator has ended up in the present, specifically in Nevada. As the opening story in the collection, it also provides the reader with history and imagery that feel essential to the stories that follow. 

Watkins uses the retrospective tools she introduces in the first story throughout the collection and adds to them as she goes. “The Last Thing We Need” is composed of a series of letters written by a man who discovers a car abandoned on the fringes of the desert addressed to the vehicle’s owner. The letter writer never hears back from the owner and uses clues from objects inside the car to reverse engineer a story for him, one that ultimately rejects the reality of the owner’s life in suburban California and decides he belongs on Nevada’s dusty backroads. “The Past Perfect, the Past Continuous” presents time as a limited commodity for a young man lost in the desert’s harsh summer, as most who wander out there only last a week. But the story is told from the perspective of the lost man’s best friend who experiments with using the past tense to describe him as his chances of survival dwindle. The last story in the collection, “Graceland,” is one of the few that takes place far from Nevada, vividly set in the hills of San Francisco. But the narrator, reeling from her mother’s suicide, was raised there, and although she has achieved physical distance from the desert, her memory will never let her escape it. This book brilliantly examines the inextricable link between time and place and left me with the desire to explore the desert myself.

–– Dan Marcantuono, Mid-American Review