Aisha’s most recent manuscript, Dreaming of Ramadi in Detroit, was selected by Maggie Nelson as the winner of the 1913 Open Prose Book Contest. In this collection of essays, the author plays a series of roles: she is an art enthusiast in Los Angeles during a city-wide manhunt; a daughter on a road trip with her father; a professor playing with puppets in the wilds of Vermont; an interloper on a police ride-along in Detroit. As she watches cell phone video recordings of murder and dreams about the news, she reflects on her formative experiences with aesthetic and spiritual discovery, troubling those territories where blackness has been conflated with death.

Dreaming of Ramadi in Detroit comes out in 2017. For ARCs please contact


In 2013, she published the essay collection The Fluency of Light (University of Iowa Press):


One of the most original, startling memoirs I have seen in the past ten years, Sabatini Sloan’s The Fluency of Light charts an entirely fresh course through the tangled territory of race and class in modern-day America. Each page offers fresh insight, unexpected information, crystal-clear thinking on the current cultural moment—a nation about to turn more brown than white, more mixed than ‘pure.’

—Dinty W. Moore, author of Between Panic and Desire

The Fluency of Light makes a very valuable contribution to the literature of mixed race identity in America… She doesn’t pretend to have any solutions to the entrenched (because entirely visual) nature of racial separation, but the way she keeps going, herself, as a photographer, throughout the story underscores the message that doing art is essential to survival.

—Fanny Howe, author of The Wedding Dress: Meditations on Word and Life

There is a clear-eyed distillation of outrage in this collection, this nonfiction Künstlerroman, a setting forth of terms in an oracular voice, both disembodied and incarnate. To say that these essays are about ethnicity, or culture, or self, or the collision thereof, is to suggest that quilts are about scraps of cloth that might otherwise be discarded, that photographs are about the process of light reflecting off of objects and onto the medium of film.

—PR Griffis, Diagram

Mishearing, misunderstanding, selfishness, illness, and stress; economic segregation, environmental injustice, systematic incarceration; the “something fragile” that composes walls, floor, the ceiling that falls in chunks while the author and her father await her mother’s arrival; the flickerings of gentleness and love. I want to press my eye, my ear, to the pieces that don’t unify or homogenize but do call to each other, to the leak where things can leave or enter.

—Kate Schapira, Pank

Her mother is white; her father is black; her search is for light and illumination. “Between blackness and whiteness” Sloan asserts, “brightness holds clues about what connects one side to the other.” While threads of her racial identity permeate the fabric of Sloan’s first book, her subject is the many selves that constitute the whole self. In Sloan’s case, this grows out of diverse places and out of her boundless passion for books, music, and movies.

—Publisher’s Weekly

As I sit writing as a still new 75 year old, I’m so glad I’ve lived, in spite of how scary our world is at times, to see shreds of promise rise before my eyes, hopeful happenings like Arab Spring, gays marrying, and Occupy.  I love anything that keeps hope alive. That being said, I just read the most inspirational memoir, The Fluency of Light, by Aisha Sabatini Sloan.

—Ernie McCray, San Diego Free Press


One comment

  1. Steven Felicelli

    Thank you for lost-and-founding Tisa Bryant – she’s a revelation – please put me on an email list to alert me when your book comes out

    Steven Felicelli

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