Caleb Azumah Nelson

Two young people meet at a pub in South East London. Both are Black British, both won scholarships to private schools where they struggled to belong, both are now artists - he a photographer, she a dancer - trying to make their mark in a city that by turns celebrates and rejects them. Tentatively, tenderly, they fall in love. But two people who seem destined to be together can still be torn apart by fear and violence.

Open Water

deniz

You have always thought if you opened your mouth in open water you would drown, but if you didn't open your mouth you would suffocate. So here you are, drowning.

There's an anger you have. It is cool and blue, unshifting. You wish it was red so it would explode from your very being, explode and be done with but you are too used to cooling this anger, so it remains.

There's no solace in the shade. Let yourself be heard and hear her words. Have faith. Suck at the snake's bite, spit out the venom at your feet. Gaze at the fading scar but do not dwell. Do not hide but do not dwell. There's no solace in the shade.

You're looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You're looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You're looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You're looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last.

Things unsaid don't often remain so. They take shape and form in ways one doesn't expect, manifesting in touches, glances, gazes, sighs. All you have wanted to do was hold each other in the darkness. Now, you have opened the box and left it unguarded in the night. You have both places faith in the other that you will wake up intact. You have acted on a feeling. You are in a memory of the present. You are tumbling through a fever dream, surfacing only to plunge once more.

You're not thinking of what it looks like. You're not thinking. You're feeling. You are in a memory of something yet to happen. You want to sigh with hunger sated.

Which is to say everything comes of something else. Which is to say from your solid ache comes a gentle joy. 

Your mother calls. You decline the call. She would need you intact and you are not so. You need to face this alone, you think.

A song's worth. You make it worth it, swaying with the twists and turns of the carriage, catching the swing of the rhythm, sitting in the pocket of the beat. A small joy, but a joy nonetheless.

Much of your joy is lost in the need to hold it, intact.

How does one shake off desire? To give if a voice is to sow a seed, knowing that somehow, someway, it will grow. It is to admit and submit to something which is on the outer limits of your understanding.

A stunning, shattering debut novel about two Black British artists falling in and out of love - available for pre-order now 'A love song to black art and thought, an exploration of intimacy and vulnerability between two young artists learning to be soft with each other in a world that hardens against black people.' Yaa Gyasi, bestselling author of HOMEGOING Two young people meet at a pub in South East London. Both are Black British, both won scholarships to private schools where they struggled to belong, both are now artists - he a photographer, she a dancer - trying to make their mark in a city that by turns celebrates and rejects them. Tentatively, tenderly, they fall in love. But two people who seem destined to be together can still be torn apart by fear and violence. At once an achingly beautiful love story and a potent insight into race and masculinity, Open Water asks what it means to be a person in a world that sees you only as a Black body, to be vulnerable when you are only respected for strength, to find safety in love, only to lose it. With gorgeous, soulful intensity, Caleb Azumah Nelson has written the most essential debut of recent years. 'An amazing debut novel. You should read this book. Let's hear it for Caleb Azumah Nelson, also known as the future' Benjamin Zephaniah 'A beautiful and powerful novel about the true and sometimes painful depths of love' Candice Carty-Williams, Sunday Times bestselling author of QUEENIE 'Caleb is a star in the making.' Nikesh Shukla, editor of THE GOOD IMMIGRANT 'A stunning piece of art' Bolu Babalola, Sunday Times bestselling author of LOVE IN COLOUR

maría 🪻

You know that to love is both to swim and to drown. You know to love is to be a whole, partial, a joint, a fracture, a heart, a bone. It is to bleed and heal. It is to be in the world, honest. It is to place someone next to your beating heart, in the absolute darkness of your inner, and trust they will hold you close. To love is to trust, to trust is to have faith. How else are you meant to love? 

It's easier for you to hide in your own darkness, than emerge cloaked in your own vulnerability. Not better, but easier. However, the longer you hold it in, the more likely you are to suffocate. 

Rebecca Lum

It is terrifying. And yet, you knew what you were getting into. You know that to love is both to swim and to drown. You know to love is to be a whole, partial, a joint, a fracture, a heart, a bone. It is to bleed and heal. It is to be in the world, honest. It is to place someone next to your beating heart, in the absolute darkness of your inner, and trust they will hold you close. To love is to trust, to trust is to have faith. How else are you meant to love?

The songs are full of nostalgia, which is to say they are full of mourning; one remembers that which came before, often with a fond sadness, a want to return, despite knowing to return to a memory is to morph it, to warp it. Every time you remember something, the memory weakens, as you’ee remembering the last recollection, rather than the memory itself. Nothing can remain intact. Still, it does not stop you wanting, does not stop you longing.

It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck lose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play not because they should, but because they must. It's summer now, and you're looking forward to worrying less. You're looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You're looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You're looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You're looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You're looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You're looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact, You're looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last.

I like to move, she starts. I always have. Used to catch me on the playground out-dancing everyone. It's my space, you know? I'm making space and I'm dancing into the space. I'm like, dancing into the space the drums leave, you know, between the kick and the snare and the hat, where that silence lies, that huge silence, those moments and spaces the drums are asking you to fill. I dance to breathe but often I dance until I'm breathless and sweaty and I can feel all of me, all those parts of me I can't always feel, I don't feel like I'm allowed to. It's my space. I make a little world for myself, and I live.

Julie

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to go. A direct gaze. The gaze requires no words at all; it is an honest meeting,

Maisha Prather

Flashes of darkness, where the light was leaving him. There was no blood. Death is not always physical.

You came here, to the page, to ask for forgiveness. You came here to tell her you are sorry that you wouldn't let her hold you in this open water. You came here to tell her how selfish it was to let yourself drown. 

To be you is to apologize and often that apology comes in the form of suppression, and that sup- pression is indiscriminate. Spit it out. Don't wait for the water to rise. Don't apologize. Forgive yourself.

You are more than the sum of your traumas

There's no solace in the shade. Let yourself be heard and hear her words. Have faith. Suck at the snake's bite, spit out the venom at your feet. Gaze at the fading scar but do not dwell. Do not hide but do not dwell. There's no solace in the shade. Let your- self be heard and hear her words. Have faith. 

You know that to love is both to swim and to drown. You know to love is to be a whole, partial, a joint, a fracture, a heart, a bone. It is to bleed and heal. It is to be in the world, honest. It is to place someone next to your beating heart, in the absolute darkness of your inner, and trust they will hold you close. To love is to trust, to trust is to have faith.

Incredibly vivid and heartfelt writing just felt so intimate, I enjoyed reading this thoroughly. 

Marz 

I admit, I was lost in the first few pages but then I started enjoying it. Every page has this poetic lines that I can't get out of my mind. A well-written book and amazing characters. I'm glad that the author gave us flawed characters. Additionally, it was such an easy read for me. 

3.5* 
The whole book was beautiful. Some metaphors and lyrical line spoke to me in ways I couldn’t imagine. Some didn’t. I don’t think I’m in the right space or have the right amount of patience to digest all the feelings in this book. I believe it might be a future reread

armoni mayes

This compelling novel has helped me out of a reading slump, so I cannot be more grateful.

 Open Water  is a beautiful narrative, almost convincingly sounding like a memoir, about the lives of two people who change each other for the better with their love. It is honestly hard to put into words how this novel was able to beautifully describe the relationship between two people with problems of their own and how they dealt with these problems together. 

It is written in the second person which took a little to get adjusted to so if you are worried about that, trust me you need to push through it. 

This novel also discusses black men’s mental health and issues that the black community faces i.e police brutality. 

My favorite quotes: 

 She has decided to submit to her tears rather than understand them. It’s been a year at this point, but she knows she will always cry for you.

Every time you remember something, the memory weakens , as you’re remembering the last right collection, rather than the memory itself. Nothing can remain intact. Still it does not stop you from wanting, does not stop you from longing.

You tell her she deserves to be loved in the way that you love her, and she starts to cry, quiet as rain.

isabelle

I absolutely loved how lyrical the writing of this book was and how the usage of the second person made the story feel more personal. It is a beautiful tribute to the the black - British experience and a compelling love story. Unfortunately despite the book being relatively short I found it really difficult to get through as the pacing was really slow.

lala

Okay this book was beautiful????!!!!!! The perspective that Nelson use in this book is kinda unique, it's like second-person perspective. This is a romance book that is executed very nicely. Aside from it being a romance book, it also delves into racial issues and how one deals with trauma. It's memorable, the dialogues and narrative are so beautiful I couldn't put the book down when I started to read it. The quote I put on the picture is one that I remember very vividly. I don't know how to describe this book other than it's immensely beautiful.

Anjorin Molayo 

my favorite part of the book is the fact that this book was so beautifully written and so poetic. I think i might have a thing for books like this. I also loved the music references 🥺.

gabby jusoy

envee

"that's what you're being framed as, a container, a vessel, a body, you have been made a body, all those years ago, before your lifetime, before anyone else who is currently in your lifetime, and now you are here, a body, you have been made a body, and sometimes this is hard, because you know you are so much more"

A story about love, intimacy, fear and trauma. I cannot quantify how much I love this book. It was written beautifully like a classic. I resonate with the main character so much and the author had a way of putting his complex emotions into words. This story is about the complexity of life and emotions due to trauma that one has experience. This story made me fall in love; teaching me about myself and about the black male experience. Absolute 10/10

Nabila Azahra

2nd person POV rarely ever worked well for me, this book was no exception despite the supposedly beautiful writing.

Before I delve into the substance of this book, I want to compliment its prose; how each sentence flowed in a rhythm, how each pattern filled me with awe, cracked me open. The author took a risk, delved in foreign waters and emerged masterfully. All of the book flowed like a song, like poetry, because it is poetry; it's music, it's art, it's cracking open one's soul and spilling all it's contents; it's being vulnerable, diving into open water, taking the reader for a swim.

Open Water tells several stories; one of being Black, constantly being afraid, searching for freedom, searching for a home; one of falling in love, with your best friend, with your soulmate, a love that makes you feel seen, known, and makes you feel the terror of it; and one of being vulnerable, broken open, finding yourself in lines of a song, in the flow of a rhythm, in distant shores, longing for the ocean, longing for a revelation, longing for freedom; it's the story of vulnerability, of being bigger than words in a world that condemns you to a life of smallness. 

It's a book that will remain etched in my mind and my soul for a long time, and a recommendation for anyone who loves music, loves poetry, and anyone who is seeking for a swim.

Before I delve into the substance of this book, I want to compliment its prose; how each sentence flowed in a rhythm, how each pattern filled me with awe, cracked me open. The author took a risk, delved in foreign waters and emerged masterfully. All of the book flowed like a song, like poetry, because it is poetry; it's music, it's art, it's cracking open one's soul and spilling all it's contents; it's being vulnerable, diving into open water, taking the reader for a swim.

Open Water tells several stories; one of being Black, constantly being afraid, searching for freedom, searching for a home; one of falling in love, with your best friend, with your soulmate, a love that makes you feel seen, known, and makes you feel the terror of it; and one of being vulnerable, broken open, finding yourself in lines of a song, in the flow of a rhythm, in distant shores, longing for the ocean, longing for a revelation, longing for freedom; it's the story of vulnerability, of being bigger than words in a world that condemns you to a life of smallness. 

It's a book that will remain etched in my mind and my soul for a long time, and a recommendation for anyone who loves music, loves poetry, and anyone who is seeking for a swim.

'A tender and touching love story, beautifully told' Observer 10 Best Debut Novelists of 2021 'A beautiful and powerful novel about the true and sometimes painful depths of love' Candice Carty-Williams, bestselling author of QUEENIE 'An unforgettable debut... it's Sally Rooney meets Michaela Coel meets Teju Cole' New York Times 'A love song to Black art and thought' Yaa Gyasi, bestselling author of HOMEGOING and TRANSCENDENT KINGDOM Two young people meet at a pub in South East London. Both are Black British, both won scholarships to private schools where they struggled to belong, both are now artists - he a photographer, she a dancer - trying to make their mark in a city that by turns celebrates and rejects them. Tentatively, tenderly, they fall in love. But two people who seem destined to be together can still be torn apart by fear and violence. At once an achingly beautiful love story and a potent insight into race and masculinity, Open Water asks what it means to be a person in a world that sees you only as a Black body, to be vulnerable when you are only respected for strength, to find safety in love, only to lose it. With gorgeous, soulful intensity, Caleb Azumah Nelson has written the most essential British debut of recent years. 'An amazing debut novel. You should read this book. Let's hear it for Caleb Azumah Nelson, also known as the future' Benjamin Zephaniah 'A very touching and heartfelt book' Diana Evans, award-winning author of ORDINARY PEOPLE 'A lyrical modern love story, brilliant on music and art, race and London life, I enjoyed it hugely' David Nicholls, author of ONE DAY and SWEET SORROW 'Caleb is a star in the making' Nikesh Shukla, editor of THE GOOD IMMIGRANT and BROWN BABY 'A stunning piece of art' Bolu Babalola, bestselling author of LOVE IN COLOUR 'For those that are missing the tentative depiction of love in Normal People, Caleb Azumah Nelson's Open Water is set to become one of 2021's unmissable books. Utterly transporting, it'll leave you weeping and in awe.' Stylist 'An exhilarating new voice in British fiction' Vogue 'A poetic novel about Black identity and first love in the capital from one of Britain's most exciting young voices' Harper's Bazaar 'An intense, elegant debut' Guardian

i thought this book would pair nicely with congratulations by mac miller or just to keep you satisfied by marvin gaye

donna 

every bit of dialogue and every bit prose so meticulously pieced together.. 🤲

jess

I struggled to enter into this book. I felt that there were maybe 25 pages in which something was actually happening. Otherwise, most of the book is centred around long descriptions of feelings, thoughts or things. I sometimes felt that the book was trying too much to be deep instead of making the story develop. Also not a fan of the style of narration that I found confusing. It is a beautiful and sensible book, maybe too sensible for me though.

Stephanie 

rhea 

confusing narrative style and the overly descriptive prose makes it hard to follow the story, but otherwise an interesting read

This is art. It is a home for literature, music, film, photography, dance. It is the eyes for which the importance of seeing can be emphasized. It is tender; Nelson allows love to brew, be poured, and cool. Repetition and literary callbacks make for a deep and impactful read. Nelson writes of real people, he celebrates life when life is difficult to endure. He eternalizes butterflies, awkward glances, true love, true heartbreak, vulnerability, and forgiveness.

"What you’re trying to say is that it’s easier for you to hide in your own darkness, than emerge cloaked in your own vulnerability. Not better, but easier. However, the longer you hold it in, the more likely you are to suffocate. At some point, you must breathe."



i was too stunned after know this maasterpiece it's a debut novel. i am so mesmerised how the author pouring all of his soul into this book.....at first i was uncomfortable reading this book, because of 2nd pov. I rarely like the book that use 2nd person but this book blow my mind. how the author stringing the story is so poetically. this book is art, how did all the arts (photography, music specializing rap, dance, painting) told in this book make me believe that this book really is a museum of art.

Valeria M

Stan D

Re-reading this again in the summer. And then in the winter. And so on. Until I can begin to grasp exactly what it is that I will never understand. Until I can begin to grasp how good this writing really is.

Astonishing. I couldn’t put this down, just wanted to float in the words. There’s an art to writing fiction that feels like poetry. This story is tender and it also punches you in the gut.

Emma Cragg

Genuine and beautiful. Blue Lights by Jorja Smith in a book, including an imperfect story of falling in love.

Emma Prins

Zarah Hashim

Words cannot describe this book but I’ll try. 

This was absolutely amazing. The lyricism of Nelsons words it’s out of this world. I love the book for its pure honesty. 

The romance between the unnamed characters was so raw and real and was beautiful. 

I’m going to keep calling this book beautiful because it truly is. Please read it!

Open Water

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