Wednesday, 1 April 2015

A Month Of Sun: Jandy Nelson on Red Ribbons And Four Leaf Clovers

Jandy Nelson is one of my absolute favourite YA authors (on the basis of just two novels!) so I was delighted when I got the chance to host this guest post. The Sky Is Everywhere is almost certainly my favourite debut of the last 10 years, and I'll Give You The Sun, out today, is another wonderful, powerful and beautifully-written novel. Both books are must-reads!

My grandmother Cele was a small, elfin woman, very funny, and like Gram in The Sky Is Everywhere, she wore floral frocks around the house and painted (pretty much exclusively) green people who covered every inch of her walls. Like Grandma Sweetwine in I’ll Give You the Sun, she designed dresses and was extremely superstitious. She secreted red ribbons under mattresses and sugar squares in drawers. She knocked wood and made hidden altars and talked about the evil eye and ways to counter it. She insisted we put vinegar on our foreheads when anything good was said about our futures or when we needed extra protection or luck. She read palms with startling accuracy and believed her dead father talked to her through dreams. And way into her seventies, she was still getting on hands and knees to look for four-leaf clovers, which she then slipped into picture frames to bring luck to her loved ones. She did all this with great humor, joy, and also: practicality. She passed on these traditions and many more to her daughter/my mother who passed them on to me.

            I like superstitions, as do Grandma Sweetwine and Jude in Sun. I like the ends to which, we, the superstitious will go to feel like we have some control over our chaotic, precarious lives. I like the hope they engender, the feeling of safety they provide. I like the idea of “charming” the world. I like believing in magic.

That said, I do know, at the same time, superstitious belief is illogical and ineffectual. Hogwash, as Noah calls it in Sun.

Still, it’s a part of me and so I would never sleep on a bed long-term without a red ribbon under it. I would never fly on an airplane without licking my finger and touching the outside of the plane with it as I get on. I would never let a spring go by without getting on hands and knees to search for four-leaf clovers. And usually when my mother says into the phone, “Go put vinegar on your forehead,” I do it.

And this: Gram in Sky is not the only one to monitor the well-being of a loved-one through a houseplant. I’m not sure how/why/when my mother decided that the trials and tribulations of the houseplant matched my own, but decide this she did. When I was in college, I’d get alarmed calls from Mom: “Oh, the plant’s doing horribly! Tell me what’s wrong.” Honestly, inexplicably, when these calls came in, I was always doing horribly as well. Then, the time came when the plant got a life-threatening disease, and of course, I too was going through a rough patch. When I went to visit my mother next, the first thing we did was get in the car with the ailing plant. We went to nursery after nursery, trying to find a cure. No luck. Finally at the end of the day, we arrived at one where a leathery, weather-beaten man said, “Ladies, toss it. That’s a three dollar plant.” We started to explain how and why we just couldn’t do that, how it was life and death, and then the madness and hilarity of the situation overtook us and we fell to our knees in peals of hysterical laughter.

That night, like Lennie in Sky, Mom and I threw the plant off a cliff with great ceremony. We’d decided that doing so would break the person-plant tie and free me to feel better, which, as luck would have it, I did. Immediately.

A huge thanks to Jandy for writing this brilliant post, and to Walker for arranging it - and for the permission to share the gorgeous Sophie Heywood illustration below!

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