March 2018, FC2 Press
Winner of the Catherine Doctorow Innovative Fiction Prize
Forward by Mary Caponegro
Bhopal Dance is an imaginative, erotic rethinking of Bhopal’s disaster—and our own.
On the night of December 2nd, as 1984 drew to its Reaganomic close, an explosion at an American-owned factory in Bhopal, India, released untold amounts of toxic gas on uncounted numbers of people, creating the largest environmental disaster on record. Bhopal remains emblematic of all the many quickly forgotten disasters that followed, and of the permanent state of globalized disaster in which we now dwell. What does it mean when corporations instead of states control not only the means to create environmental disasters, but also the tools to bury them? How does one revolt against these unelected entities? How do our most private desires get shaped by this stateless horror? With its incendiary, lyrical prose, and unforgettable characters, Bhopal Dance explores these questions.
Cordelia, an owlish woman with a ménage of lovers, leads a revolutionary political movement catalyzed by the Bhopal disaster, only to end up imprisoned with only a toilet to talk to. Cordelia is a remarkable bird in her own right: her ‘owlishness’ is a feathery conceit deployed in both the book’s form and content, a way of exploring queer possibilities for altering the terms of one’s imprisonment. For setting corporatized corporeality alight. Ablaze. Pets and punk rock, dentists and dyslexia, Shakespeare and salsa: in Bhopal Dance, they all dance together.
No one anywhere on the planet can arrange language, history, memory, and the bodies of women in more intense and intimate orchestration than Jennifer Natalya Fink does in Bhopal Dance. Between desire and cultural inscription arise bodies that refuse to be bound by the rules and laws set out for them. Let the novel be undone by bodysong and language meat.
—Lidia Yuknavitch, author of The Book of Joan
This new novel continues Jennifer Natalya Fink’s raucous narrative style, a style both ecstatic and cutting. She and about five to nine other Bad White Girls have evolved a literary method of attack on Americans (like themselves, double irony) who can’t quite shuck the dream of something good that will cure their shock at being here. They try revolution and it backfires and lands them in jail, where freedom gurgles in the mouth of a toilet bowl. This book takes the conundrum to an explosive level. The pages burn with sex and toxic car-time, Union Carbide and ruined Bhopal. No reconciliations offered.
—Fanny Howe, author of The Needle's Eye: Passing through Youth
Jennifer Natalya Fink gets deep into the muck of it, with sly humor and fierce intelligence, a conscience, a soul, and a gift for exploding what we think it is to tell a story.
—Michelle Tea, author of Black Wave