Safia Elhillo on Vulnerability and Anger in “Girls That Never Die”
The New Yorker Radio Hour
WNYC Studios and The New Yorker
4.2 • 6.2K Ratings
🗓️ 15 November 2022
⏱️ 16 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | This is The New Yorker Radio Hour, a co-production of WNYC Studios and The New Yorker. |
| 0:10.8 | This is the New Yorker Radio Hour. I'm David Remnick. |
| 0:14.5 | Safia El Hillo came into the spotlight in youth poetry slams in Washington, D.C., where she grew up. |
| 0:20.4 | She's the child of Sudanese immigrants. |
| 0:23.0 | She published her first poetry collection in 2017, |
| 0:26.1 | and she wrote a novel in verse called Home is Not a Country. |
| 0:30.7 | El Hillo's new collection is called Girls That Never Die. |
| 0:34.6 | When I first read Safia's poetry, |
| 0:37.2 | I was really struck by just how raw it is. |
| 0:42.2 | Dana Goodyear is a staff writer at The New Yorker and a poet herself. She's obviously someone who's |
| 0:47.5 | really deeply interested in language and nuance and subtlety, but there's something so candid and embodied about the work |
| 0:59.1 | that really was what grabbed me. |
| 1:03.8 | Most of Safia's work up to this point has really focused on questions of identity, how race, |
| 1:10.5 | culture, religion, country of origin, define who you are. |
| 1:14.8 | And in this book, she's doing all of that, but she's also made it incredibly personal, and that |
| 1:21.0 | feels really different. When we spoke, I asked her to read a poem from the new collection. |
| 1:26.8 | The poem's called, |
| 1:28.1 | On Eid, we slaughter lambs, and I know intimately the color. Here's an excerpt. |
| 1:34.6 | I ride an Uber spilling the last of the day's ginger light. Driver handsome enough to pull |
| 1:41.0 | listening sounds as he chats. Our talk is casual at its center, |
| 1:45.5 | but at the edges I taste an old brittleness, memory of something burnt. He circles his mouth to |
| 1:52.5 | an electronic cigarette, and its vapor braids into the earth and vinegar smell of sweat. |
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