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From Mat Johnson’s website: “The man in the picture is the author of Drop, Hunting in Harlem, The Great Negro Plot, Incognegro, and Pym. At times he has been known as The Mullah of Mulattos. He is seven feet tall, conks his facial hair with lye, and wears a belt buckle made from the skull of Iceberg Slim.”

Bard professor Johnson did indeed write those books, and a colleague at the international writers organization PEN laid that nickname on him, but as for the rest? He’s a good fiction writer.

Even at a mere 6’ 4”, with no visible lye burns or bone on his belt, Johnson cuts an imposing figure as he lopes into Bard’s student center. He’s a burly man with buzz-cut hair and intense dark eyes, the sort of keep-you-guessing multiethnic looks that built a career for Vin Diesel. Today he’s been slammed by a winter cold he caught from his three children. “I feel like I have a pound and a half of spaghetti inside my head,” he says affably, settling down at a table that seems much too small for his frame. He’s holding a copy of his latest book, The Great Negro Plot, from a carton that just arrived at his house.

Born in 1970, Johnson grew up in “racially stratified” Philadelphia. His mother is African American; his father, Irish American. After his parents’ divorce, he was raised by his social worker mother in a largely black section of the city, Germantown, where he often felt like a standout. “When I was a little kid, I looked really white—I was this little Irish boy in a dashiki.”

Germantown was “not the roughest neighborhood, but not the best.” Johnson stayed indoors a lot, becoming an avid reader. His first love was comic books. “Then I realized that for the same 75 cents I spent on an Incredible Hulk comic, I could buy a whole book of science fiction that would last three or four days.”

In his teens, he transferred to a private school, Abingdon Friends, in a more affluent neighborhood. “It was the first time I was around a lot of white people. I suddenly realized I had an ethnic identity, and started to think about race.” He listened to Public Enemy and devoured The Autobiography of Malcolm X and books by W.E.B. DuBois and Toni Morrison. “African-American literature felt like an intellectual home, this place where I fit and belonged,” he says gratefully.

Like the late playwright August Wilson, Johnson seems to identify almost exclusively with the African roots of his biracial family tree. “African-American is a Creole culture. It embraces the mix,” he asserts.

The Great Negro Plot, an “urban historical,” describes a series of arson fires that sparked a witch hunt in colonial Manhattan. In 1741, the port city, known for its roustabout taverns and uncivil ways, had a large population of enslaved Africans. With memories of an abortive slave rebellion in 1712 still fresh, suspicions flared, giving rise to a kangaroo court of staggering transparency.

The trial’s star witness was Mary Johnson, a 16-year-old indentured servant who was promised her freedom in exchange for testifying. Though her eyewitness accounts wobbled like jelly, expanding to include whoever was dragged into court, and even veering toward the occult (she claimed to see “devil rats” among the cabal of slaves at her master’s tavern), the court took her word until—many months later—she wracked her brains for rich white instigators and started accusing the judges’ own families. This testimony threw her out as an unreliable witness. By then, half the city’s adult male slaves had been implicated: 160 were jailed, 72 banished, 18 hanged, and 13 burned at the stake. If the author can barely hold his indignation in check, who can blame him?

In 2001, Mat Johnson was living in northern New Jersey, and saw the Twin Towers go down. “I remember thinking, ‘I wish I had a history book from 50 years from now that could tell me what the hell’s happening.’ Not just the attack, but the heightened insanity afterward, the anthrax scare, people wanting to bomb and raze entire countries just out of fear.” He decided to explore a similar incident from a historical perspective. “The Great Negro Plot was the first terrorist attack on New York,” he observes, and it was “met with the same hysteria and militant xenophobia.”

Many historians have covered this ground, but as Johnson points out, “We still look at these incidents from a European perspective. I wanted to put the enslaved at the center of the discussion.” During the research phase, he landed a job teaching African-American Studies and Creative Writing at Bard. “Living in the Hudson Valley really helped. You still see the same names: Beekman, Rondout.” Walking around Kingston, with its traditional British and Dutch colonial architecture, mountain and river views, gave Johnson “a sense of what an agrarian Manhattan might look like.”

After three years of reading, he sat down and “wrote it like a novel.” The narrative voice he employs is startling, ranging from an incantatory prologue (“Beware the Africans, Koromantines and Pawpaws of the Akan-Asante, kidnapped from West African shores and brought to the ocean’s other side”). to an informal, streetwise diction that seems to come straight from crime fiction (“Silver has always made good stealing. You can hammer the metal down if you put your muscle to it, or melt it if you got the know-how”).

This hardboiled tone is no accident. Johnson’s latest titles are the graphic novel Hellblazer: Papa Midnite (illustrated by Tony Akins and local artist Dan Green) and the Hurston/Wright Legacy Award winner Hunting in Harlem, nominally a thriller. “There’s a long tradition of social satire in African-American literature, but satire is what closes on Saturday night. So they marketed it as a thriller,” says Johnson.

Thriller or not, Hunting in Harlem is packed with phrases Raymond Chandler would relish: a scrawny author resembles “a skeleton dipped in chocolate”; parole officers are “like office coffee left to burn on the plate for days”; a victim “looks like a jockey’s runt son.” Walter Mosley called the book “righteously terrifying…a cautionary tale for our time.” The setup is simple: Three ex-cons are recruited by Harlem’s Horizon Realty for a second-chance incentive program. By the time they realize that Horizon’s vision of a new Harlem Renaissance involves uplifting the race (and property values) through ethnic self-cleansing, they’re in it up to their necks.

Johnson’s first novel, Drop, follows an African-American adman from West Philly to London and back. The hero’s journey echoes the author’s: During college, he spent an exchange year in Wales and later moved to London on a graduate fellowship, studying the African-American diaspora in Europe and Africa. He also wrote ad copy for MTV; his wife, Meera Bowman, was art director of Essence.

Between gigs, Johnson attempted a novel that he cheerfully labels “abysmal. I realized I wasn’t good enough to write a good book, and too proud to write one bad enough to sell.” He attended Columbia’s MFA program, where he studied his craft with the likes of Michael Cunningham and spent some years living in Harlem.

Johnson venerates the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s and ’30s; his website references that era with the provocative moniker www.niggerati.com. (“The only negative response I’ve gotten has been from white people,” he notes with amusement.) “Niggerati” was coined by either Zora Neale Hurston or Wallace Thurman to describe Harlem’s cultural intelligentsia. Johnson writes, “While tongue-in-cheek, the word managed to take a slur and make it regal, using it to describe a new caste of Talented Tenth meritocrats. It is both self-effacing and self-aggrandizing, an in-group word that only one ethnic group can comfortably speak aloud.”

He launched the site in November and often gets over a hundred hits a day, including a lively blog-and-response section. “I wanted a place for African-American people to talk about African-American literature,” he exults. “I got into writing because I wanted to have a conversation with society. I started the blog so people could talk back.”

Johnson’s next publication, Incognegro, is a graphic novel described by Vertigo (DC Comics’ adult imprint) as “a noir mystery based on true tales of undercover race spying in the Jim Crow South.” He calls writing graphic novel scripts “a good palate-cleanser” and enjoys the challenge of frame-by-frame storytelling. To those who disdain the form, he responds, “That’s like saying you can’t have a good conversation on the telephone. It’s just a medium.”

“Sometimes it’s difficult to code-switch between forms,” he admits. “But if there’s something I’m not quite comfortable with, that’s attractive to me. I want to keep getting better, I don’t want to calcify.”

Johnson’s next novel, Pym, spins off Edgar Allen Poe’s The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym, a problematic fantasy that ends with a literal cliffhanger. H.G. Wells and H.P. Lovecraft both wrote sequels, but Johnson’s take on Pym’s “half-breed” companion is uniquely his own. Noting the college’s tradition of literary experimentation, Johnson grins. “This is my Bard book.”

Though thrilled with his teaching job, he’s dismayed by one fact: “In four years at Bard, I’ve had exactly zero students of African descent in my creative writing classes.” But Mat Johnson finds that the Hudson Valley has its own sort of diversity. “Where else can you go to Best Buy and see a Tibetan monk buying a widescreen TV?”

To read an excerpt from Mat Johnson's The Great Negro Plot, click here:

Author and Bard College professor Mat Johnson. - JENNIFER MAY
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  • Author and Bard College professor Mat Johnson.
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