You know it’s a small world when you devour a book and you Google the author because you want to profess your undying love for her words and you notice she gave a reading at The Last Bookstore in October and you text Zoë Ruiz and she reminds you that you were, in fact, at that reading and hey, remember that one author who read from her book and you really liked it? Yeah, well, that’s her. That’s Amina Cain.
During the holiday, I read the short-short stories in Amina’s Creature all in one sitting. I dog-eared just about every other page and then I read it again on the flight home. Her writing is unique, hard for me to pin down exactly.
"When I got home, my partner was eating an egg. This is what he does when I’m not around. He also eats fish. I was harsh to him, but without speaking. I expressed myself through the violent putting away of a pan. Later I sat on his lap and dreamed about the future. This was together alone."
At times when I was reading Amina’s work I thought, this is poetry. No, this is prose. No, this is not like anything I’ve ever read before.
"It’s beautiful how long a friendship can last, even when it is awkward to be around each other. Even when there is nothing to say, neither person wants to let go. I think this is because the body still remembers the relationship, and most likely the bodies keep it alive in spite of the mind…The body remembers. The body wants to have its own relationship. The mind will have to say something about it afterwards, or, sometimes the mind doesn’t have to say anything at all."
Lisa’s Book Round-Up by Lisa Mecham