“It’s All Happening at Once”: Jesmyn Ward’s Post-National Black Fiction

This essay is part of a symposium on Yogita Goyal’s Runaway Genres. All contributions to the symposium can be found here. And how could I conceive that Parchman was past, present, and future all at once? That the history and sentiment that carved the place out of the wilderness would show me that time is a vast ocean, and that everything is happening at once? Jesmyn Ward, Sing, Unburied, Sing[2]   “It’s all happening at once. All of it. We all here at once. Jesmyn Continue reading →