Set in what may be the future, and centred on six women sharing a space in some sort of crumbling apartment tower, Ruins, Child is remarkable for its irresistible sweep, wit, and prickly splintered truth. With the pulsating sway of its liquid mosaic narrative, Giada Scodellaro's debut novel may recall Virginia Woolf's The Waves, but is entirely its own animal: kaleidoscopic, pointedly disorienting in its looseness, and powered along by snatches of speech from its compelling ensemble cast (often vernacular, often overheard: 'The woman is old, I hear children saying nearby, not in the way we consider all adults to be old, but really old, ancient, she is endless'). It's a book which seems to be drawn from deep wells of Black American reality: her female protagonists push back against authority in the very vivacity of their telling, setting afoot a freeing-up and a mysterious inversion of marginalisation. 'Looseness, that is the thing people fear in a person (in women) and in objects.' Ruins, Child uses the lens of urban infrastructure, social commentary, folklore, choreography, and collective listening to create an ethnography of place and an ode to communal ruins.
'Giada Scodellaro is one of the most astonishing writers of her generation and Ruins, Child is a visionary novel. Scodellaro refracts and redefines the canon of Black culture, the archive of Black experience. The result is a masterpiece that lives and breathes on the page, every sentence shimmering with wit, musicality, brilliance and verve.'
Katie Kitamura
Praise for Some of Them Will Carry Me:
'The female protagonists who appear in Scodellaro's kinetic debut collection of stories find themselves in absurdist and fantastical scenarios that interrogate the nature of subjectivity.'
The New Yorker, 'Best Books of 2022'
'Scodellaro's stories capture a broad spectrum of life's joy, disgust, complexity, and unusual specificity.'
Booklist
'A wild and wonderful collection...auspicious and consistently surprising.'
Publishers Weekly
