The Monday Book – How to Say Babylon by Safiya Sinclair

Guest review by Janelle Bailey, avid reader and always learning; sometimes substitute teaching, sometimes grandbabysitting, sometimes selling books

How to Say Babylon by Safiya Sinclair

How to Say Babylon by Safiya Sinclair

Who or what prompted me to add this book to my hold list at the library…I have no clear recollection, but once again the book I needed to read right then came to me in some sparkly wonderful “other”-driven way and beyond the fact that it was “due” back next.

In this case the thing you need to know is that all I have wanted for Valentine’s Day and for a long time was to see the movie One Love, the story of Bob Marley, coming out that day. This book, How to Say Babylon, which I started reading the weekend before and having no idea, prior, what it was about, is Safiya Sinclair’s memoir and all about her childhood and upbringing in Jamaica, her little family very strictly ruled by her Rastafari father. And without having any idea that I needed or wanted it to, it so conveniently provided a wealth of relevant background to the Rastafari culture her father a Bob Marley fan and follower in crazy similar ways.

But again, I did not have any idea that was even what this book was about until I started reading it. Sinclair’s father not only also lived the Rastafarian–a devout and rigid mix of religion and culture, following and built from the idea that Haile Selassie, Ethiopian emperor, coronated in 1930, was divine. Like Bob Marley, as well, Sinclair’s father fully lived the Rastafarian way and also made his living as a musician throughout Jamaica and its resorts, gone from home for long periods of time, and his brilliant wife, Sinclair’s mother, doing her best by the children–and many children–in excellently educational ways.

Safiya Sinclair is an amazing woman, quite clearly. She is a “survivor” of the very same situation likely intended to nurture and raise her by the standards in which her father wholeheartedly believed. Her memoir addresses her discovery, throughout her childhood and into adulthood, of all of the ways in which her father may have believed he was doing “right,” though often wronging her and her siblings in a number of ways. He disrespected them all, regularly, at the very least. And she is amazing because she did not merely survive that; she worked through and detangled more than dreadlocks in finding an adult relationship with her father. I won’t spoil a thing about what all happens in between. It’s a complex, very well-written story.

Sinclair somehow, despite all of this “from home” working against her, was strengthened from the inside to believe in herself and find her way through all of it. She found her voice as a poet, a very young poet, and then was finally able to remove herself from that situation and all of the ways in which it silenced her. And she thrived…right into writing this complex memoir.

And it’s not just that she tells an important story–her own–but that this is also an extremely well written book, engaging in its storytelling and motifs and themes, as well as a success story building through the difficulties of being raised by someone whose truths are not so valuable for all involved.

Sinclair is, here, a voice for many as she conveys so clearly the challenge and complexities that can be present in many a father-daughter relationship., as well as specific to her own. The pedestal upon which daughters place dads…and then the challenge that it can be to communicate authentically…is an age-old one. The stories she tells are specific to her experiences with her father, but the feelings she so clearly conveys may fit many additional readers in a more general sense.

I highly recommend the reading of this book.

Come back next Monday for another book review!

On the Road Again–

Jack gets in just over the line again – –

A good friend was telling me recently how she used to own a Mini and put it in for an oil change. The garage drained the old oil but didn’t put any new oil in! So she didn’t get very far before the engine seized up – –

This reminded me of a couple of incidents in my car owning life –

The first involved an original 1960s Mini, which I had put in to have the brakes serviced. But the mechanic didn’t completely tighten the bleed valve on one of the wheels. My singing pal Barbara and I were heading towards the Forth Road Bridge (a toll bridge) on our way to a gig in Edinburgh, and as we approached the toll booth the brake gave out! So I sailed through, despite desperately pulling on the parking brake and gently turned onto the lane going back to Fife. Back we went and turned again, and finally I managed to stop and pay the toll. I can’t remember how we managed to get home safely – – –

The second memory was when I owned a SAAB 9000, and it was great – way ahead of most contemporary cars and with lots of extras that you would normally have had to pay more for. I had previously owned a succession of SAABs, all the way from a 96 through a couple of 900s and then the 9000. At that time I was presenting a weekly radio show up in Pitlochry – the smallest station in Britain then. On the way back home on one of those days, the car started to slow down and misfire, and then the temperature gauge was going up – – . I pulled over and let it cool then carried on. It finally died, and I phoned Wendy, who came and rescued me. The oil pump had stopped working, so the engine had seized!

The SAAB was a goner, but someone in the village where I was stuck was selling a Skoda, so I bought it on the spot – the worst car I ever owned. That’s how Wendy and I eventually wound up with matching SEAT Ibizas. SEAT is a Spanish company owned by Volkswagen – so when you buy a SEAT you are getting a VW but much more cheaply!

Come back next Wednesday for more from Jack