The Skin and Its Girl: A Novel
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Last update: 11-16-2024
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A young, queer Palestinian American woman pieces together her great-aunt’s secrets in this “enchanting, memorable” (Bustle) debut, confronting questions of sexual identity, exile, and lineage.
“As beautifully detailed as a piece of Palestinian embroidery, this bold, vivid novel will speak to readers across genders, cultures, and identities.”—Diana Abu-Jaber, author of Fencing with the King
A THEM BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR SHORTLISTED FOR THE URSULA K. LE GUIN PRIZE FOR FICTION LONGLISTED FOR THE PEN/HEMINGWAY AWARD
In a Pacific Northwest hospital far from the Rummani family’s ancestral home in Palestine, the heart of a stillborn baby begins to beat and her skin turns vibrantly, permanently cobalt blue. On the same day, the Rummanis’ centuries-old soap factory in Nablus is destroyed in an air strike. The family matriarch and keeper of their lore, Aunt Nuha, believes that the blue girl embodies their sacred history, harkening back to a time when the Rummanis were among the wealthiest soap-makers and their blue soap was a symbol of a legendary love.
Decades later, Betty returns to Aunt Nuha’s gravestone, faced with a difficult decision: Should she stay in the only country she’s ever known, or should she follow her heart and the woman she loves, perpetuating her family’s cycle of exile? Betty finds her answer in partially translated notebooks that reveal her aunt’s complex life and struggle with her own sexuality, which Nuha hid to help the family immigrate to the United States. But, as Betty soon discovers, her aunt hid much more than that.
The Skin and Its Girl is a searing, poetic tale about desire and identity, and a provocative exploration of how we let stories divide, unite, and define us—and wield even the power to restore a broken family. Sarah Cypher is that rare debut novelist who writes with the mastery and flair of a seasoned storyteller.
Top reviews from the United States
Betty's identity began to quicken long before her actual birth, simmering in the long history of her family and the meaning attributed to the color blue. Born cobalt blue herself, Betty embodies the kaliedescopic, conflictual and hope-filled story of her family and, especially her great-aunt.
Betty seems to live in an eternal now where past, present and future criss-cross into a beautiful, meaningful weave of pain, loss, love and hope. Cypher's use of language is stunning. I found myself reading and re-reading paragraphs and pages simply to enjoy the liquid artistry of their form.
I highly recommend Sarah Cypher's The Skin and Its Girl and I eagerly await her next creation.
This is a book of metaphors. It is literary fluid.
The novel revolves around the existence of a girl who should not exist, a girl with blue skin. It is an epistolary novel, written by the girl to her aunt, a woman who has functioned as her mother, guardian, defender. The blue-skinned baby is born into a world, her personal individual world is marked by the disintegrating relationship of a man and woman, her father and mother. Much of the novel revolves around their sheltering of their child and the tensions produced by varying relatives’ opinions about the girl’s interaction with the world.
Being written from a child’s perspective, though in retrospect, the novel’s prose possesses a kind of surreal, dream-like quality. Conversations are sliced into snippets, images are partial and incomplete, events are smudged down to the primal feelings they invoked, much as things might be in memories. But — and this is where a mature, independent reader will find the novel intriguing — this incompleteness allows and challenges the reader to sift through these bits and pieces to find the connections that bind the protagonist to her aunt, to her mother, to the world at large “out there” that she is prevented from seeing.
I will leave it to the reader to see what becomes of this strange blue-skinned girl.
Overall, my review is a mixed one; its creativity is singular, but its delivery is difficult. Much of the story unfolds slowly and without a predetermined destination, yet, this mimics the life it documents — a life that is not meant to exist, has no purpose but to simply be and by being is an affront to others’ sense of being.
???? Far from the Rummani's ancestral home of Palestine, Betty Rummani is born a striking, permanent shade of cobalt blue. That same day, the Rummanis' centuries-old soap factory is destroyed in an air strike in Nablus. The family matriarch and keeper of all Rummani lore, Aunt Nuha, believes that the blue girl embodies their sacred history, when their blue soap was a symbol of legendary love. Decades later, Betty sits at her aunt's gravestone, trying to decide to stay amongst family or to follow her heart and the woman she loves (thereby following in her aunt's footsteps and family's cycle of exile).
???? My heart weeps, breaks, and repairs itself all over again for this book. If there's a Palestinian novel on your TBR you want to prioritize, let it be this one. The Skin and Its Girl is a poetic tale, not only of Betty's life, but of her aunt's struggle with identity, with her broken family's history. There are stories folded within stories here, all told through the eyes of older Betty as she contemplates her childhood and aunt's complex life. The prose is intimate, almost dreamy, with a deep focus on identity, family, and the space where myths meet history.
???? Sarah Cypher, I have to ask. Was your writing style (or rather, Betty's narration) inspired by Arabian Nights ("As you used to say, Auntie, a piece of yarn stretched out in a straight line is a waste of wool. And this one, like so many stories you told me, requires interruptions, divagations, a dash of rhetorical hypotaxis.")? Regardless, well done. What could have been dizzying rather gave us layers of our two main heroines as we needed them. After all, "Nothing happens in a straight line, not life or love or even time."
???? This book explores so many themes that I can't discuss them all in a condensed review: family, identity, patriotism, history, mental illness, love, self-acceptance. Language and the power it holds is a theme as well. From the story's beginning, Betty recognizes her aunt has lied, shielding herself (her true self) in the process. Betty unravels those lies through her aunt's journals, connecting with her aunt and unraveling parts of herself in the process. Nuha has struggled with diaspora, not only from her homeland, but from herself, as the lies she's told have altered her self-perception.
???? There is a scene where Aunt Nuha is at the airport, trying to visit Palestine and retrace the steps of her childhood. She's pulled out of the line by Israeli security, detained for hours, her identity and intentions put into question. This scene resonated so deeply because I've been there. I've been in that line, searched and detained, my identity and nationality put into question. The line "There is no such thing as Palestine" was a stab in the heart, enough that I had to set the book down for a moment. Later, Nuha sees the factory is shambles, the rubble creating a graveyard. It's scenes like this that more people need to read, to understand, to empathize.
???? Recommended for fans of Roses in the Mouth of a Lion and Evil Eye.
✨ The Vibes ✨
???? Literary Fiction
???? Debut
???? Queer/Sapphic
???? Palestinian-American FMC
???? Generational/Family Story
???? Identity
???? Quotes
❝ It is no wonder that the word for story in English is the same one as the word for the floor of a building; we layer thoughts on thoughts until we are a tower of ideas, even if it means the whole unstable structure is shot through with the lies we tell ourselves and others. ❞
❝ Sometimes words weren’t just a vessel; they were a prison. ❞
❝ And for as long as she lived, she would never forget how it felt to hide— and to caress that fine, thrilling line between the fear of being discovered and the ecstasy of discovering. ❞
❝ Hiding one’s true desires, day in and day out, was a type of skin. But in the old country, our heroine wore it out of habit. ❞
❝ It’s one of the ways I’ve come to understand love— forgiving the misunderstandings between two imaginations. ❞
❝ They did the work of speaking a shared language into being. ❞