An exploration of the interior through landscape

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Borealis by Aisha Sabatini Sloan.
Reading Aisha Sabatini Sloan’s Borealis was a jolting reminder of what an essay can achieve. It is reflective while being surprising and deeply personal, reaching for grounding in points beyond the individual. اضافة اعلان

The creative nonfiction book-length essay is set in Homer, Alaska — which the author molds into a cluttered landscape comprised of glaciers, memories, eagles, and anxiety. Homer becomes a lens through which Sloan sees what it means to be black in a white space, be an artist viewing nature, and be in areas past lovers once stood, and strangers presently occupy.

Borealis was the first book commissioned for Coffee House Press’ Spatial Species series. It puts pressure on the tension between the activation of space through language. Zooming in on Homer, where Sloan has spent multiple summers, the book is an intimate inspection of all that is hidden and personal in the wilderness.

 In its ability to shape-shift, the essay is more a living piece of writing than an autobiographical compilation of facts. Sloan’s work is highly dependent on the physical act of looking. She recreates vivid snapshots even with moments she finds difficult to remember. Her tone remains clear, and time starts to feel spatial rather than linear. In an early passage, she recalls being near a bridge “on the edge of the road between cities.” She insists “there must have been” a moon, and it “would have been an off glow”. She writes in a way that depicts what she believes happened, and is certain of her remembrance but does not deceive the reader into thinking her words are true to anyone save herself.
In its ability to shape-shift, the essay is more a living piece of writing than an autobiographical compilation of facts.
This writing for the self rather than the reader never falters. Central to the author’s journey is Lorna Simpson’s “Ice” series featuring glacial paintings. The art is never inserted. Instead, Sloan describes Simpson’s images: what was once meant to be consumed as a visual has become an interpretation on the page. This is to say, our own thoughts on Simpson’s work are framed by Sloan’s. Perhaps by doing this, the reader understands more deeply how Sloan perceives herself through how she perceives art. Such care, such a personal eye is used earnestly and emotionally rather than critically.
In essence, Borealis is a work of collages; the writer weaves poetry into her prose and jumps from letters to art to observation, all of which urge us to create meaning.
There are questions raised: “Metallic rock faces. Like a poorly developed photograph, brown sheen. What is it about the intractability of the past? Why does the mere fact of having been younger once feel so excruciating?” There is also frustration: “I’m feeling territorial about glaciers today. The drip in one of Simpson’s images feels dramatic compared with what I see across the bay.” Sloan understands Simpson’s work as a part of her reality, as a facet of her moving through Alaska.

In essence, Borealis is a work of collages; the writer weaves poetry into her prose and jumps from letters to art to observation, all of which urge us to create meaning. The passages are laid out so that each additional reference or description complicates the context. The impact is then found while reading the book in its entirety rather than in singular lines.

The meandering of Borealis does not go unnoticed, nor do the sometimes inaccessible cultural references assumed to be understood by the reader. Yet there remains, throughout, closeness with a physical place that is accessed through Sloan.

Her meditative contemplations are cracked open with the reminder of reality, shocking the reader into the present. She writes an observation: “Russia is so close to here. When Sarah Palin said it, well, you remember that. But I dare you to go to Alaska and look at a map without saying something equally inane.” Then, she saturates it completely: “In our minds, which are collapsing, Russia can’t possibly be this close. And by Russia, I mean a lot of things.”

Sloan’s exploration of self through solitude brings the clarity that accompanies the quiet. This allows the author and reader alike to sit in the revelations of what is already known within but needed silence to surface. In the struggle for self-discovery, there are breaths of fresh air. There are bright moments when we witness Sloan finding pieces of herself. In them, the purpose of her writing becomes clear and the result we feel is something akin to relief.

Borealis is a reflection of consciousness, albeit highly polished, that feels pure. Sloan presents a view of a space tinted with the tangible and intangible, with the present and absent. When she writes, “I moved through two worlds at once. I mean — at least,” I find this to also be a description of her writing. She shows us that most things are not singular, but multitudes.


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