Dear Friends & Readers:
Thank you for finding your way to my website. You’ll find here pages linking you to my book publications.
Recently, two translations of my last novel, The Loneliness of Angels, have appeared: a Danish translation in Spring 2019, with the Danish literary press, Rebel With A Cause, and a Spanish translation with the Colombian literary press, LaSirèn, just out this Fall 2020. I am grateful for the editors and translators at both presses for the honor of their time and effort in producing these translations and inviting a wider public to my work.
This spring, my 4th academic monograph, Autochthonomies: Transnationalism, Testimony and Transmission in the African Diaspora, which received a Guggenheim Fellowship in 2014, was published by the University of Illinois University Press. My post-earthquake novel, What Storm, What Thunder, is forthcoming, September 2021 in simultaneous publication with HarperCollins Canada and Tin House Press, USA. The novel is dedicated to my mother, Adeline Lamour Chancy, who passed away January 5, 2019, after a two and a half year battle following post-cancer surgeries in 2016. I have known no finer, no stronger, more inspiring person and I miss her dearly every day.
Finally, my post-earthquake essays, written over 2011-2015, some of which I reposted on my blog here over the years, are to be published in a collection which will include a photo essay from my post-earthquake photography shows, held in 2013 and 2020 in Ohio and California, respectively, with The University of Mississippi Press; this should appear in late fall 2021.
For an excerpt from Douze, please follow the following link below to Il Tolomeo, the comparative literature journal of the University of Venice, Ca’ Foscari, Venice, Italy:
For a short podcast interview on the novel conducted by Nigerian/South African filmmaker, Akin Omotoso, go to:
Thanks for the visit!
Myriam J. A. Chancy
Los Angeles, CA
November 25, 2020
“Where love is, there is transformation. Without love, revolution has no meaning, for then revolution is merely destruction, decay, a greater and greater ever-mounting misery. Where there is love, there is revolution, because love is transformation from moment to moment.” – Krishnamurti, The First & Last Freedoms