Aftershocks
A Memoir
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Publisher Description
In the tradition of The Glass Castle, this “gorgeous” (The New York Times, Editors’ Choice) and deeply felt memoir from Whiting Award winner Nadia Owusu tells the “incredible story” (Malala Yousafzai) about the push and pull of belonging, the seismic emotional toll of family secrets, and the heart it takes to pull through.
“In Aftershocks, Nadia Owusu tells the incredible story of her young life. How does a girl—abandoned by her mother at age two and orphaned at thirteen when her beloved father dies—find her place in the world? This memoir is the story of Nadia creating her own solid ground across countries and continents. I know the struggle of rebuilding your life in an unfamiliar place. While some of you might be familiar with that and some might not, I hope you’ll take as much inspiration and hope from her story as I did.” —MALALA YOUSAFZAI
ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF 2021 SELECTED BY VULTURE, TIME, ESQUIRE, NPR, AND VOGUE!
Young Nadia Owusu followed her father, a United Nations official, from Europe to Africa and back again. Just as she and her family settled into a new home, her father would tell them it was time to say their goodbyes. The instability wrought by Nadia’s nomadic childhood was deepened by family secrets and fractures, both lived and inherited. Her Armenian American mother, who abandoned Nadia when she was two, would periodically reappear, only to vanish again. Her father, a Ghanaian, the great hero of her life, died when she was thirteen. After his passing, Nadia’s stepmother weighed her down with a revelation that was either a bombshell secret or a lie, rife with shaming innuendo.
With these and other ruptures, Nadia arrived in New York as a young woman feeling stateless, motherless, and uncertain about her future, yet eager to find her own identity. What followed, however, were periods of depression in which she struggled to hold herself and her siblings together.
“A magnificent, complex assessment of selfhood and why it matters” (Elle), Aftershocks depicts the way she hauled herself from the wreckage of her life’s perpetual quaking, the means by which she has finally come to understand that the only ground firm enough to count on is the one written into existence by her own hand.
“Full of narrative risk and untrammeled lyricism” (The Washington Post), Aftershocks joins the likes of Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight and William Styron’s Darkness Visible, and does for race identity what Maggie Nelson does for gender identity in The Argonauts.
APPLE BOOKS REVIEW
Nadia Owusu’s debut is a powerful memoir that takes an unflinching look at a childhood and adolescence filled with loss. Half Ghanaian and half Armenian, Owusu uses the metaphor of an earthquake to weave together sections that move back and forth in time and place. She writes with bravery and tenderness about losing her father to cancer at 13; going to a boarding school in Surrey, England, as one of only two Black students; witnessing the civil war in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia; and being on the ground in New York City during September 11. The breadth of these experiences showed us the emotional toll of living an unsettled life and surviving against all odds. Aftershocks is a moving work of self-reckoning that asks deeply complex questions about faith, family, mental health, womanhood, and race. Each time we picked it up, the earth shifted beneath us.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
In her enthralling memoir, Whiting Award winner Owusu (So Devilish a Fire) assesses the impact of key events in her life via the metaphor of earthquakes. The biracial daughter of an Armenian mother and Ghanaian father, Owusu's early life was fractured by her parents' divorce and multiple moves necessitated by her father's U.N. career. Living in Rome at age seven, she was visited by her long-absent mother on the day a catastrophic quake hit Armenia, seeding an obsession with earthquakes "and the ways we try to understand the size and scale of impending disaster." She believed "an instrument in my brain" a kind of emotional seismometer picked up vibrations and set off protective alarms. Her shaky relationship with her stepmother Anabel, meanwhile, worsened in her teens after her father's death from cancer. College in Manhattan offered escape, but at 28 she was devastated by Anabel's claim that her father died of AIDS: "Although... Anabel was a liar... the alarm continued to sound." A subsequent breakup with a boyfriend released long-suppressed anxiety, and she spent a week sitting in a chair in her apartment "almost like sitting in my father's lap," and it was only then that she could contemplate the complex love she, her mother, and her stepmother felt for her father. Readers will be moved by this well-wrought memoir.
Customer Reviews
Amazing
Best Memoir I’ve ever read!