“Fiction Is Just Nonfiction Through A Distorted Lens”
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It’s a common misconception that writers create characters or situations that have a direct parallel to their lives or the people they know. It’s not always that straightforward, and many times happens on a deep, unconscious level. For Black History Month, I’ve invited a few writers to explore how history — whether personal or family or country or world — affects their fiction.
Today’s Guest Essay is by Nnedi Okorafor-Mbachu
There’s a thin line, if any, between fiction and nonfiction. Often, fiction is just nonfiction through a distorted lens. For me, this has often turned out to be the case, though these areas of modified fact or realism are often difficult to detect. I’ve noticed a trend in my stories that is a prime example of this. My characters always have some “ability” and they always have something “wrong” with them.
I come from a family of athletes. In Nigeria, both of my parents are track stars. My father was a nationally known and award-winning hurdler. My mother’s event was the javelin. She was known throughout Africa as “The Golden Girl with the Golden Smile.” She even made the Nigerian Olympic team. So I inherited my speed and quickness from my father and my super strong arms from my mother.
My sisters and I were semi-pro tennis players. We are each one year apart. This meant that by high school, we took over the tennis team. It was no real surprise that our team went on to win the State Championship. My last year in high school, after tennis season, I joined the track. I won 22 medals in the 400M, high jump, and 800M. My little brother, Emezie, (seven years my junior) played tennis, too, and is a second degree Black Belt in Tai Kwon Do.
When you are athletically gifted, in many ways, it’s like having this weird magical talent. You can just do these things that people find amazing, yet, it comes easily to you. I was always the first chosen during games on the play ground. I was always the one racing and beating the boys. It was all easy, natural. Being in motion always brought me great joy. So I’ve known this kind of ability.
Nevertheless, since the age of 13, I had started growing so fast that I developed severe scoliosis. The curvature of the spine. Also hereditary. Technically, it’s a deformity. An old boyfriend (now a close friend) once told me that my back looked like a Picasso painting. When I was a freshman in college, I had to have spinal surgery to straighten it out. I woke up from the surgery paralyzed. Though I regained the ability to walk, my athletic career was over and my spine still has some of its strange “S” shape.
During Clarion in 2001, I started writing about this angry Efik woman (Efik is a Nigerian ethnic group) who found she had the ability to fly. She was a Windseeker. Her name was Arro-yo. I didn’t like her much because aside from being kind of mean, she was super promiscuous, and often irrational. But she could fly. She could travel around the world without the use of her legs. In her village, her ability was seen as an aberration, a deformity. You see where this is going? One of my Arro-yo stories was a finalist in the Writers of the Future Contest. Another won The Margin Magical Realism Short Story Contest. Another will be published in a fantasy anthology later this year.
About two years later, I wrote Zahrah the Windseeker. Again, you have a character with a “deformity” (her dada hair) and an unbelievable ability. Ejii in The Shadow Speaker has very unique eyes and few people can stand to look into them. She also has the ability to commune with earthy spirits dwelling in shadows. In my short story, “The Albino Girl,” Sunny is an Igbo albino girl who has a special ability.
On the flip side, as my experiences can influence my stories, my stories can also have a strong impact on me. My most recent example is a character from my draft of The Shadow Speaker 2 (I had absolutely no intention of writing a part two to The Shadow Speaker. It all just came to me in the last month).
This character has very very strong beliefs about the environment and the earth’s beasts and creatures. While writing about him, I was so absorbed into his ideas that two weeks ago I stopped eating meat. Just like that. Granted, environmental issues are very important to me and I’ve always had a problem with eating meat. But it took writing this character to shove me over the edge. We’ll see how long this lasts.
It just all goes to show that art imitates life and life imitates art and sometimes they are one of the same.
Arro-yo short stories:
Windseekers, L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Anthology, volume 18 (Galaxy Press), 2002
Biafra, Margin Anthology of Magical Realism, 2005
Asuquo, Mojo Conjure Stories (Warner Aspect), 2003