AP – When Tessa Hulls sets out to tell her family’s story, she’s feeding their ghosts in the best way she’s learned how: by pulling them into the light.
Hulls’ graphic memoir Feeding Ghosts covers three generations of women, starting with her grandmother, Sun Yi, who herself was once a bestselling author of a memoir.
As Sun Yi withdraws into a spiral of hospitalisations and mental illness, the story picks up through Sun Yi’s daughter, Rose, until we reach the author herself, Rose’s daughter, as she pieces together their past to make better sense of the reverberating wounds that have threatened to drown each of them in matrilineal succession.
From Sun Yi’s roots in China to Tessa Hulls’ in California, it’s clear the story is going to address generational trauma right out of the gate. But you can rest assured there’s a profound sense of closure waiting at the end.
Despite the extreme weight of the story, the density of the historical context and the way every bit of space is utilised to communicate pictorially or verbally, that information is surprisingly digestible – and even nourishing.
With this high level of approachability, Hulls conveys the kind of historical details that turn staggering and unimaginable numbers into a reality you can feel.
Immensely interesting family history aside, Tessa has lived her own exciting life, including a season working at McMurdo Station in Antarctica. Her explosive joy in the freedom of that vastness beams from the page.
The art is simple – cartoons drawn with black strokes on white paper – but what it conveys is so much more intricate. Panels often bleed into one another as if the gutters that divide them are mere suggestions, allowing for layered illustrations rich in metaphor.
Hulls visually represents trauma as ghosts in her bones, emanating from her, her mother and her grandmother, often intermingling like smoke; veins of their shared history branching out from their bodies as a physical representation of their emotional interconnectivity.
Then there are these beautiful spreads that echo earlier imagery, reverberating without subtlety or fanfare.
As the pieces fall into place and healing and understanding take root, the rib cage once gushing with ghosts now bursts with tree branches reaching toward the sky.
Feeding Ghosts is courageously and heartbreakingly bare, and Hulls’ attempt to present it all in a subjective manner only heightens the memoir’s emotional impact.
Her words narrate the story while the art carries the weight of the emotions. And the author pauses more than once to remind the reader that a memoir is curated, and therefore only a slice of the truth.
At the same time, hers is deeply grounded in historical fact. Pointing out when she takes artistic license only strengthens the story’s trustworthiness. – Donna Edwards
