- Published: 04/11/2021
- ISBN: 9781783788262
- Granta Books
- 128 pages
Amnion is a contemporary lyric epic, journeying from the Philippines to Libya, through France, Spain, and the UK. This debut collection of poems questions keenly and urgently the roots of migration and colonialism, charting what it means to grow up in a family divided by geography, history and language.
Managing the consequences of empire, familial discord, personal mythologies and contemporary issues of class and race, these narratives of history, both personal and public, are disseminated through Stephanie’s patient and ever-expanding rhetoric. Lyrically charged, this book-length poem weaves memoir, essay and poetics with the eye of an archivist. Throughout, the lyric ‘I’ is questioned through the very fragments that come to represent it.
Amnion feeds into the history of Homeric, epic verse with ambitious scope, grace and erudition, promising to be one of the most significant texts on contemporary personhood.
The first 20 copies of Amnion ordered through Granta.com will come with a handmade lino print by Stephanie Sy-Quia.
Amnion is unlike almost anything I've read - so alive it seems to squirm to the touch. Couched as biography - with numerous family stories unspooling through time - it resists neat threads, continually unravelling and questioning itself [...] Here a non-white female artist comes of age, taking the European tradition and reshaping it to fit a polyglot, postcolonial experience.
Will Harris, author of RENDANG
A brilliant and beautiful book which wrestles with the scope and ache of lineage, the origin and myth and making of ourselves.
Rachel Long, author of My Darling from the Lions
Sy-Quia's bold Künstlerroman mesmerisingly transports us across continents and through the longing of diasporas, arriving in England, a "deep bone-knowing country/Albion
Sandeep Parmar, Books of the Year, New Statesman
Stephanie Sy-Quia on Granta.com
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