JAMIE FIGUEROA is the author of the critically acclaimed novel Brother, Sister, Mother, Explorer. Longlisted for the Center for Fiction's First Novel Prize and shortlisted for the Reading the West Book Award, Figueroa's debut novel "brims with spellbinding prose, magical elements, and wounded, full-hearted characters that nearly jump off the page" (Publishers Weekly). Faculty in the MFA Creative Writing program at the Institute of American Indian Arts, Figueroa's writing has appeared in American Short Fiction, Emergence Magazine, Elle, McSweeney's, Agni, The New York Times, and The Boston Review among others. A VONA alum, she received a Truman Capote Award and was a Bread Loaf Rona Jaffe Scholar. Boricua (Afro-Taíno) by way of Ohio, Figueroa is a longtime resident of northern New Mexico. Her memoir in essays, Mother Island, is due out in the spring of 2024 from Pantheon Books.
Books
Brother, Sister, Mother, Explorer
A Novel
Longlisted for the Center for Fiction Debut Novel prize, this fableistic, "beautifully crafted, poetic" debut novel about a sister trying to hold back her brother from the edge of the abyss is for readers of Jesmyn Ward and Tommy Orange (The New York Times Book Review).In the tourist town of Ciudad de Tres Hermanas, in the aftermath of their mother's passing, two siblings spend a final weekend together in their childhood home. Seeing her brother, Rafa, careening toward a place of no return, Rufina devises a bet: if they can make enough money performing for privileged tourists in the plaza over the course of the weekend to afford a plane ticket out, Rafa must commit to living. If not, Rufina will make her peace with Rafa's own plan for the future, however terrifying it may be.
As the siblings reckon with generational and ancestral trauma, set against the indignities of present-day prejudice, other strange hauntings begin to stalk these pages: their mother's ghost kicks her heels against the walls; Rufina's vanished child creeps into her arms at night; and above all this, watching over the siblings, a genderless, flea-bitten angel remains hell-bent on saving what can be saved.