Eva’s Man (1976) by Gayl Jones is the only book I’ve read that I would fully figure as transgressive fiction written by a black woman (though of course, I am always looking for new suggestions). The story follows Eva, who is cruelly and mercilessly abused by her lover, Davis, who keeps her locked in her room until her psyche morphs under the strain of isolation and punishment. As Hilton Als writing for The New Yorker put it, “ Eva experiences with Davis a sort of extension of everything she’s ever experienced with men: capture, hurt, extreme violence.”
Of course, the knowledge that is horridly beat out of transgression (sexualization, fetishization, commerce of the body, exploitation, etc.) has figured prominently in black feminist thought for decades, but Jones seems to be one of the few black female authors to have fully harnessed the transgressive energies of brutality, provocation, and misandry to where they explode into appalling horror, injustice, and chaos on the page in an unbridled, fully confrontational attitude (a writing attitude, I venture to offer, that she shares with most (good) horror writers).
Toni Morrison, Jones’s biggest supporter and publisher during her initial years as a writer, notes that, most of all, the novel showcases the struggles black women face with finding a genuine voice to express the legitimacy of their abuse and horrific experiences. In particular, she touches on how (primarily white) audiences often express “disillusion” at the fact that most black female narratives of this kind centralize suffering, but Morrison incisively informs us of how, above all, suffering is important to address simply because it is human and universal.
It is fascinating to me that this is perfectly, 1000% in line with what transgressive thinkers like Bataille and Foucault expressed about the power of transgression: That it brings the chaos of existence into the centrality of a human wound, and in regarding the wondrous origin and promise of these violations, we acknowledge that the sovereign human body is dignified and important enough to have its wounds examined at a philosophical level.