Fleur Philips, Crumble (+ Interview)

cfpFleur Philips doesn’t waste any space in her novel, Crumble. Her accessible writing style and well paced plot carry the story. It’s the kind of story which feels both familiar and new. A San Francisco Book Festival Winner in YA Fiction, Crumble alternates between the perspective of Sarah and Alex, both high school students in Kalispell, Montana. Sarah is an average, small-town teenage girl who lives with her single-parent father, George – except for a secret she keeps from her traditionalist father. Sarah is dating one of the few black kids in town, and as is quickly revealed, becomes pregnant. Alex works for George, who owns a gun shop, and because of his tumultuous family life, develops a close bond to him. When George senses that something is off with Sarah, he asks Alex to keep an eye on her. As Alex discovers Sarah’s relationship with her boyfriend, David, both of their lives begin to unravel. Sarah, caught between love, practicality, and loyalty to her father, searches for a solution that will keep everyone happy. As the novel comes to a close, Alex, armed with both George’s fear for his daughter and new familiarity with guns, considers taking it upon himself to right any wrongs in honor of the man who has helped him.

Though the first chapter starts slow in order to introduce many characters, the pace picks up quickly as Sarah’s situation complicates. There is a clear sense of tension about her relationship with David from the beginning, as Sarah knows the social expectations set by her community: “Reggie, Jalen and David aren’t treated any differently than anybody else, as long as the mingling of blacks and whites stays within the boundaries of friendship. But for me to be dating one of them?” (20). Philips makes sure to give the characters complexity beyond differences in race, (with only the exception of David’s parents, who seem to take the news of the relationship and the pregnancy very easily), and provides an interesting backstory that weighs heavily on each of the main characters. By switching points of view, she provides a full landscape of the world these characters inhabit. The dialogue and interaction of the younger characters is realistic and well structured. One of the most compelling aspects of this novel for me is the dynamic between Sarah and George, and how this secret changes their home life in a profound way. With Crumble, Philips has highlighted the tensions that still exist today about interracial relationships, and contributed to the dialogue about the modern face of racism. She does this with characters than can fully connect with a young adult audience and with a twist at the end, offers a glimpse of a reality that is far from perfect.

Here is my conversation with Fleur:

The switch in POV is surprising and refeshing. What made you chose to write in two POVs?

I had originally written the story in 3rd person for both characters, alternating chapters. By doing this, I allowed myself to remain a safe distance from both of them, but after rereading the novel (and having several other people read it), I felt I needed to be more in touch with Sarah’s character. For some reason, she felt too distant from me. Once I rewrote the story with Sarah in first person, I was able to ask more in regards to her feelings and emotions, and I think this made the novel more powerful.

How did Alex’s POV open up the story for you?

One the contrary, I needed to remain distant from Alex, but I also needed Alex to have a voice, more than just from Sarah’s perspective, which is what he would of been if I’d written only from Sarah’s POV. Although I personally wanted to be distant from Alex (as the author), I didn’t want my readers to be. I wanted them to identify with Alex, not just Sarah. By allowing Alex to have his own voice, I was able to create an identity for him that would have not happened otherwise.

In light of several school tragedies, did any current events affect the way you approach the end of this novel?

No. I actually finished the novel a few weeks before the Sandy Hook tragedy, and I find this ironic because Alex doesn’t obtain his gun by purchasing it (as did James Holmes in the Colorado movie theatre shooting). Alex was given the weapon, and taught how to use it, by the man he considered his mentor (much like Adam Lanza who took the weapons he was taught to use by his mother and that belonged to her). I has actually considered going back and changing the ending after Sandy Hook, but I realized I’d be going against my writer’s instincts – the “go with your gut” ideology. As a reader, I always want a happy ending, but in the real world, this just isn’t the case. If I’d changed the ending in light of current events, I would’ve done it for the wrong reason.

You write about how antiquated race politics can still persist in modern times – what about this theme resonates with you?

I guess I just don’t understand how race is even an issue anymore, and that misunderstanding infuriates me. Writing about it helps relieve some of the anger.

Can you share any of your own race-based experiences and/or the differences or similarities you’ve witnessed between Montana and California?

Fleur Philips
Fleur Philips

I have friends who are the children of mixed couples, and I have friends who are in biracial relationships. So, although my personal experience is secondary, I have witnessed the looks and heard the comments, and as I mentioned above, it just infuriates me. In Montana, I grew up on a reservation, so my high school was roughly 70% white and 30% Native American. There was definitely a divide between us, but I don’t feel that division was as obvious as it might be in parts of the rural south between whites and African Americans. I’ve lived in Southern California now for almost 12 years. When I go back to Montana, I definitely see the difference, although at times subtle. For example, the anti-Obama stickers in places up there aren’t as politically correct as the ones you might see down here. In Crumble the intolerance is not necessarily obvious. Nobody is throwing stones in windows or egging cars, but there’s a definite tension. And that’s what it’s like in Montana – quiet, but apparent.

Though Alex wants to be the hero, no one in the story comes out as a savior for anyone else. Was this intentional? How do you approach writing complex characters?

I’m not sure I intended this, but I realized after finishing the novel that nobody could have been a savior. The pure lack of communication between and characters and anybody with authority would have made that impossible and therefore, unrealistic.

The novel is well thought out and plot driven. How much do you outline before diving into writing?

I’m a firm believer in developing an outline before diving into writing. I do this both with the story and the characters (which helps in creating complex characters). Just like the story, the character needs to be mapped out and then fleshed out.

How did you approach writing characters that are different from you, such as David and his family members?

Lots and lots of research.

Find Fleur’s novel on Amazon and at Barnes and Noble online. You can also follow her on Twitter.


Interview: Nia King, “Bodies on the Line”

Thanks to Nia for submitting this great interview to Mixed Reader. Check out her website at artistactivistnia.com,  her zines and her comics at QTPOC Comics! She’s an artist and writer who explores the intersections of race, gender, and sexuality in a compelling and accessible way. Support her work!

Bodies on the Line: An Interview with Nia King by Tali Weinberg


Nia King
Nia King

Nia King is multimedia producer with a passion for social justice. She started out as a zinester writing about mixed-race identity, made a short film about searching for trans-friendly housing in the Bay Area, and has recently transitioned into journalism. Her ongoing projects include a web comic about her interracial relationship, and a podcast about queer and trans art activists of color. Feminist textile artist Tali Weinberg, an MFA student at California College of Art, recently interviewed Nia for part of her thesis on women art activists in the Bay Area. Below is an abridged transcript of the interview.


Do you consider yourself part of a certain activist or artistic lineage?

 As a queer, mixed-race woman of color who’s an ex-punk and an ex-anarchist I feel like there’s lots of different things that I draw from, some of which have nothing to do with my identity. Jaime Hernandez is definitely my biggest influence in terms of my comics. He and his brother do a series of comics called Love and Rockets. His branch of the Love and Rockets franchise is about these two young queer punk rockers growing up outside LA, I think one of them is Chicana and the other is Colombian and Scottish. For me as a young punk growing up in a white scene, seeing queer women of color represented in comics as actual people was a really amazing thing.

 I also really love the visual art. Every panel looks like something you could put up on a wall, which is not something you see with all comics. There’s a really strong graphic style with a lot of solid black and white shapes that are really sort of distinct visually and that’s something I also really draw from.


When something is racist or sexist but also entertaining or creatively inspiring, how do you negotiate that?

 It’s hard. I think being from a marginalized group in our society and having any kind of relationship to pop culture or “the media” in any way requires a split consciousness. For example, if you’re a woman and you listen to the radio, you kind of have to make a conscious decision. “Am I going to listen to Top 40, where most of the messages about women…” They’re not even about women, they’re mostly in the imperative tense, “Get on the floor, ride my elevator, blow my whistle,” all these increasingly inane euphemisms for sex acts … You have to decide, “Am I going to shut off the part of my brain that cares? Am I going to let the angry feminist part of my brain run things, or am I going to let the part of my brain that just wants some music to drive to run things right now?”

 And that’s very much true if you’re a queer person or a person of color as well, you have to choose how you’re going to engage with popular entertainment, if you’re going to engage with popular entertainment. You can choose or try to extract yourself from it, but a.) it’s a very difficult thing to do, and b.) are you still relevant if you’re not engaging with the culture, the mainstream culture, in any meaningful way? I don’t think you have to listen to Flo Rida or whatever to be relevant, but it does sometimes help, if you want to change the culture, to know what’s going on in it.


I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the phrase “putting your body on the line.” I’ve been thinking a lot particularly about Occupy last year, and the very white, male front line of Occupy. At the time I felt like “I really want this to be my movement, and it’s not.” As a woman, what does it mean to put your body on the line, and when is your body on the line? How is art potentially part of that or not part of that?

 I generally try to keep my body as far away from the line as possible. [Laughter] “Putting your body on the line” is such an interesting expression, and also I think an expression of privilege in a lot of ways, because if you are putting it on the line voluntarily, that’s very different than it always naturally being a site of battle. I have a lot of experience with white anarchists looking for fights with the cops because that’s how they measure their radicalism or their viability as activists. That’s not something that, for the most part, women, poor people, people of color, people with disabilities and trans folk can do. I mean some do, and I don’t want to diminish that, but it’s really different to consciously make a decision to engage with the police in the streets if you’re a person who deals with street harassment, with police raids, with stop-and-frisk on a regular basis.

 Being in community with trans folks and being in a relationship with my partner, has made me think really differently about privilege and the privilege that I have. I used to think, “I’m queer, I’m a woman, I’m a person of color, I’m young, I’m sort of disadvantaged in all these ways.” But I’m also light-skinned, middle-class, perhaps sometimes straight-passing, and cisgender. When you’re walking down the street with someone who is trans and every guy you pass has to say something to them, you become really aware of how invisible – and in my mind privileged, because for me invisibility (freedom from unwanted sexual attention) is a privilege – that you are.


How do you define your role as an artist in society?

 A lot of my work focuses on microaggressions, especially in my earlier zines like Angry Black-White Girl. Racism is often portrayed as something that’s very obvious, outright and easy to identify, and a lot of times racism is not like that. Sometimes, it can be really hard to put your finger on, even if you’re the one experiencing it, which can make you feel crazy. I hope my work will add a layer of nuance to conversations about race in our society by showing that it can be subtle as well as overt.

 I do a comic about my relationship with my partner. He’s a white trans man, he’s currently transitioning with hormones. Each of the comics is for the most part just a cute little story, I don’t try to make them light or try to make them heavy, but because he’s trans and because our relationship is an interracial relationship race and gender do come up.

 The way that the political nature of trans identity is integrated into the comic is that I draw my boyfriend the way he looks. He has facial fair and breasts. When people are confronted with that image they have to try and make sense of it for themselves. If you go to the tumblr where the comics are, right under the title it says, “I’m mixed. My partner is trans, these are our stories.”

 I could have chosen to draw myself with darker skin so people would recognize me as a person of color, but I felt weird about that, and also, I wanted to challenge that people think they know what a person of color looks like, or what a man looks like. I think just presenting an image of a person with breasts and saying “this is a man,” is inherently a political act.

 My agenda as an artist is to make people understand that queer people of color’s lives matter, which sounds really basic, but…


But necessary.

 Yeah. I think we like to assume that we all understand that everyone’s life matters, but the policies and that practices that we have, from stop-and-frisk to this law that just passed in Arizona saying that transgender people can’t use the bathroom of the gender they identify with, make life so much harder if you are queer, or trans, or brown. The value of your life and your life expectancy are very much impacted by everything from the kind of representations that exist of people like you on TV to interpersonal violence to microaggressions to policy. It’s all related. And it starts at the level of representation.

 The way that we’re represented in the mainstream media has a huge impact on how people treat us. When people don’t see representations of people like you, they believe that you don’t exist. So then when they see someone like you walking down the street, they feel like you shouldn’t exist. I believe is part of what inspires hate violence. I don’t think that my comics are going to end hate violence, although that would be wonderful, but I think that showing queer and trans people as human is definitely a necessary step in the right direction, which hopefully other people will take, and then as a society we can get somewhere. [Laughter]


Every Mixed Kid Has a Hair Story

'Fro & Kid Make-up
‘Fro & Kid Make-up

Mine starts with a square afro. I was seven years old when my father decided my hair was too much trouble and cut it all off. He was an unsteady barber at best: lopping away chunks of thick curls until my head was an uneven puff. Before this, my hair was long enough to sit on. In kindergarten I kept it in a long braid that collected paste and fuzz and paper clippings from our afternoon art projects. My mother would diligently pick these things out of my hair piece by piece as we sat on the front step of our apartment; my siblings and the neighbor kids running around the small plaza of grass outside our place. I learned quickly that I was tender-headed: the rough sweeps of the comb pulling at my skin like a slow, revengeful scalping.

“If you…would just…keep this…out your hair…it wouldn’t hurt,” my mother said, trying to keep the slow rhythm of the metal comb catching each knot. If I moved too much, she ripped the comb from my head to paddle whatever bare skin of my arms or legs she could reach.

         I also learned yelling didn’t help. Our immediate neighbors consisted of other lower-class, children-should-be-seen-not-heard traditionalists who praised my mother on her patience with us. Most of the other mothers had their own comb-swatting techniques to keep their long-haired, squirming girls in check. As one of those kids who more scared what would happen if I made a scene, I sat through it, lips pursed and tears flowing.

         I figure my father was tired of my whining or my mother’s complaints of how much time it took. Here’s a truth about mixed kid hair: it’s a lot of work. There’s a mix of textures up there, from rough brillo to baby soft, all fighting for space. It’s not the defined curls of the models in TIME magazine’s glossy spread of the New Mixed America. My hair was pretty…when it was wet. Heavy with water, my ringlets hung loosely around my shoulders, the deep brown-black color of coffee grounds. Every time, I was convinced that it would just stay this way if we left it alone. Untouched, my precious curls would uncoil upward and outward, matting together. Like a good roast, without the prompt slathering of oils and marinades, it dried out and frayed. My post-shampoo moment of beauty ended when the jar of product appeared on the bathroom counter.

I was my father’s first white baby. He met my mother after he had already made his first family. From this first family I had five older half-siblings who carried his same light brown skin and high forehead. If he wouldn’t have left, they could have been picture perfect. I still don’t know that story, but I know he came out West with something to prove. I was one of his statements. The high-yellow, “you so pretty with that soft hair and freckles” kid. Eyes the streaky brown of a coconut shell, skin a buttermilk cream, he paraded me around and sent back photos of his half-breed wonder. I got older though. My skin caught the sun like a biscuit browning in the oven, and my hair grew bigger and more tangled.

I guess my novelty wore off.

I have no memory of the actual hair-cutting. I imagine I would’ve cried or run away from the vibrating buzz of his hair clippers. I can’t remember whether it was outside on our square backyard patio, or in the upstairs bathroom that always smelled of that Rogaine dye he used to cover his grays. Maybe he was trying to get my hair to look like that lady on Murray’s pomade jar – a haloed afro that might make me look more like his kid.

       My mother says she was gone when it happened. She said she tried her best to shape up the new ‘do with the sharpest scissors we had: the ones that came with the kitchen knife set.

        I don’t remember the first day back at school with my new hair; whether I was teased or what my friends said. There’s a few pictures left over from this time that show the square ‘fro from different angles. The top was shorter than the sides so that it was going outwards similar to your average circus clown. My hair had the shape of a cigar box. It was the mid ‘90s, so I accessorized my look with floral print leggings and Girl Power t-shirts.

        It was the first time I became aware of my body and the way people would question me. The square ‘fro ripped me from the world of passing into the in-between space of whispered comments. Unsolicited nappy hair care advice. Stares. This is when I became a mixed kid.

Big Dreams

How do you create opportunities for yourself? This question has nagged at me for weeks. Post MFA/grad school life is here and I’ve got to make something happen.

I have bigger hopes & aspirations for this blog and for my future as a writer/editor. I’m working to revamp this site really soon. I’m thinking about Mixed Reader on the regular: changing it up, making it a collaborative space, telling more stories, celebrating more stories. This is where my heart is, so I know it can be better.



As I get caught up with all my mixed reading, here’s some new(ish) links:

Heidi Durrow’s essay on the Huffington Post

The Grio: “Biracial vs. Black” – Thoughts on President Obama’s Mixed heritage

National Journal: Mixed Race & Checking the Race Box for College Applications

New book by Sika Dagbovie-Mullins
New book by Sika Dagbovie-Mullins

Also on Mixed Race + College Apps: Huffington Post

Discussion on The Guardian: “Being Mixed in Britain”


I’ve got my eye on this new book about Mixed Race & Literature

Did you catch “Black in America” on CNN? Check out this snippet over on MixedRaceStudies.org

Emerging Writers: Esme-Michelle Watkins

I had the pleasure of meeting and reading the same night as Esme-Michelle Watkins at the Mixed Roots Film and Literary Festival. Since then, she’s had two beautifully written pieces published that deserve some attention. Check out these links:

“Xochimilco” – The Boston Review

“Woo-Kyung-Valerie” – Word Riot

Also, here’s the video her reading at the festival:

Congrats to her & wishes for continued success!

Rebecca Walker, Black Cool

One of the reasons I love Black Cool: One Thousand Streams of Blackness is that it celebrates the diversity of expression of blackness while at the same advocating that the heart of this culture can not be bought or sold. Or in the words of Michaela Angela Davis, “You cannot have our cool-ass Black style.” Davis goes on to say that there are no solid definitions of blackness, and it lacks the need for the validation from mainstream society. It exists as it’s own enigma, and when you try to change it or alter it, it dies (59). This collection has a lot of mixed love going on, firstly with the eloquent Rebecca Walker as its editor. In her introduction, she calls for the building of a “periodic table of Black Cool, element by element.” While this book is an excellent beginning, the movement reaches beyond the pages with the site Our Black Cool and an increasing Twitter presence.

Some of the other mixed contributors include Mat Johnson, Staceyann Chin, and Rachel M. Harper. Harper’s essay describes the tough black cool of her father, a trait that she found intimidating, untouchable and admirable. Within her community, men like her father “were fighting not only to assert their identities, but to create them, to solidify and define their myths. They were making the stories of who they are – to themselves, each other, and to the outside world.” This is something that bridges the experience of all people of color, and certainly a position mixed people take on every day.

Johnson, (whose new novel, Pym, just came out in paperback), writes about identifying (or being labeled as) a geek in the context of blackness. In a style that is complimentary to his fiction, his essay is a mix of humor, cultural criticism and academic analysis of what blackness is today. He writes: “Blackness is one of the few identities that comes with its own self-enforced expectation of expression. …Blackness can be a rigid identity, with people stepping out of line facing ridicule and admonishment, or worse, condemnation. Those who reject the perceived identity of Blackness can be seen as rejecting the whole of black worth itself” (14-15). Right? What more can you can say?

Read this book. Support this reclamation of Black Cool.

Listen to Rebecca Walker convince you even more:

Share your Black Cool. Here’s my sister and I sporting our early 90’s style and ‘fros.

Toi Derricotte, The Black Notebooks

I chose to read Toi Derricotte’s The Black Notebooks for her take on colorism and passing as a light skinned black woman.  Often in the context of the black community, I feel this is how I am expected to function, rather than to exist as a mixed women. Derricotte’s family has experience with passing, describing an incident between her grandmother and her mother: “My mother told me how, when she was young, her mother used to get great pleasure when she would seat her daughter in the white part of the train and then depart, as if she were her servant” (34-35). There’s a secret pleasure in taking control of a situation that is normally out of one’s control. And this connects to the purpose of Derricotte’s book; to take control of the conversation that is usually out of her hands. Derricotte feels, as I believe many mixed people feel, that “skin color causes certain problems continuously, problems that open the issue of racism over and over like a wound. …[her] skin keeps things, literally from being either black or white” (141).

This is just a short mention of The Black Notebooks, (and I really mean to get to writing some more substantial reviews soon), but I highly recommend reading it. If you’re a writer, you’ll especially appreciate the chapter, “Race in the Creative Writing Classroom,” in which she outlines her experience of approaching race as a creative writing teacher. I see these examples as universally relatable to any writer of color who has participated in an academic writing workshop. Derricotte illustrates that these situations are always more complex than we anticipate.

Did you know Derricotte is one of the co-founders of Cave Canem? Check them out.

Here’s Toi Derricotte’s website & a reading below:

Esi Edugyan, Half Blood Blues (+ Giveaway! *updated*)

As you will probably read in any review/mention of this novel, Edugyan’s strength in Half Blood Blues is the lyricism of the language; incredibly evocative of the jazz world she creates. In Berlin, 1939, The Hot Time Swingers face trouble when their music is forbidden by the Nazi government that is taking over. As the political conditions worsen, the group must flee to Paris, but not before a member of the group, Hiero, a young mixed  musician, is captured. Mysteriously, he isn’t heard from again. The rest escape to Paris to meet Louis Armstrong – a connection they make through a mutual friend, Delilah Brown. Fast forward to 1992, when an old Hot Time Swingers vinyl is recovered, and a documentary about Hiero is produced, the members of jazz ensemble must reconvene and face what really happened that night. Sid, the only member who knows the full story, must break his silence; a history that challenges his  past friendships.

Throughout the novel, Edugyan uses slang terms that create vivid, memorable characters and dialogue that speaks to the complications of mixed appearance in this time period:

[Hiero] was a Mischling, half-breed, but so dark no soul ever like to guess his mama a white Rhinelander. Hell, his skin glistened like pure oil. But he was a German-born, sure. …And add to this the fact that he didn’t have no identity papers right now – well, let’s just say wasn’t no cakewalk for him” (9).

And Sid:

I was an American…Son of two Baltimore quadroons, I come out striaght-haired, green-eyed. A right little Spaniard. In Baltimore this given me a soften ride than some. I’d be lying if I said it ain’t back in Berlin too. …any Kraut approaching us always come straight to me” (9).

Check out Edugyan’s website and the video below for an interview with her about the novel and winning the 2011 Scotiabank Giller Prize.

ALSO! I’M GIVING AWAY A COPY OF THIS BOOK! To enter to win this book, simply leave a comment below. You have until August 6th to enter. Share this post with others! [GIVEAWAY IS NOW OVER – see below in comments for winner. Thanks zack for commenting]