
A novel by Joley Costa
The Sound of Your Skin
As she enters her 20s, Maya Onishi initially views her trust-fund boyfriend Winston as a ticket to independence from a suffocating family environment. It takes a lot of mistakes, and crazy nights out with a DJ named Pim, for Maya to realize what she is actually missing—transparency.
Will Maya be able to reconcile with her mother and learn from her past?
The Sound of Your Skin is a diverse intergenerational tale set in 1992 San Francisco, against the backdrop of the AIDS epidemic, Rodney King riots, the birth of techno, and increasing visibility for queer people of color.
Aims for my novel
I intended this novel to be an exploration of love and secrecy playing out in different types of relationships—familial, platonic, romantic. I also wanted to explore the vibrant, multicultural history of the city I call home.
Though this is a work of fiction, the story was inspired by many of my own experiences. In the same vein as R. G. Collingwood, who writes about the “artist as his own primary audience,” in many ways, the process of writing has helped me unearth and examine some of my own insecurities. However, I still attempted to maintain a layer of distance. It is for this reason that I chose to write in a third-person omniscient point of view, which allowed for a more objective, panoramic exploration of characters’ motivations and relationships. It also allowed me to delve into perspectives that I thought deserved further attention.
There were, of course, many liberties I needed to take in my fictional story. I was not alive in the 90s, nor 40s, nor 60s or 70s; I did not personally experience many of the events I discuss in this novel, including Japanese internment, the disco era, the peak of the AIDS crisis, and the Rodney King riots. I wrote from the perspectives of a diverse set of American characters, without myself being of Japanese, African, Italian, or Mexican ancestry. This necessitated many months of research and interviews with members of these communities. I recognize that there still are probably details I got wrong, and I am open and receptive to criticism on these grounds.
Beyond attempting to write from a place of ‘authenticity’ (which is debatably unattainable), I aimed to capture human emotions that transcended nation, gender, sexual identity, race, or class. Central to my writing process was the concept of ‘liminality’ — the state of being in-between.
Liminality
As elucidated by Arnold van Gennep in 1909 and later expanded upon by Victor Turner in 1969, liminality, in anthropological and sociological contexts, refers to a period of transition where normal limits to thought, self-understanding, and behavior are relaxed, leading to new perspectives or ways of being. These periods often occur during rites of passage, crises, or major social upheavals, where individuals or groups find themselves in a threshold state between the old order and a new one yet to be established (Turner, 1969; van Gennep, 1909). The concept of liminality permeates the very fabric of my narrative, present in setting, plot, and characterization.
My story takes place in San Francisco in the early ‘90s, which can be viewed through the lens of liminality as a city in transition. The height of the AIDS crisis placed marginalized individuals and communities in a threshold state, caught between life as it was known before the crisis and an uncertain future. As traditional pharmaceutical R&D processes fell short, LGBT+ organizations advocated for faster processes to get life-saving treatments to patients, challenging old norms against a backdrop of widespread fear, stigma, and loss (Schulman, 2021). Moreover, beginning in Los Angeles, the Rodney King riots stirred national dialogues around racial injustice and police brutality. The acquittal of the police officers involved in the excessive beating of a Black man legitimized racism as reasonable, rational human behavior (Post, 1993); the ensuing violence highlighted the deep divisions and frustrations within American society, particularly between African American and Asian communities (Nägel & Nivette, 2023). These social upheavals disrupted the status quo, propelling San Francisco into a liminal state where society had to confront and re-evaluate its attitudes towards race, sexuality, health, mortality, and justice.
Beyond just the setting, characters in my story also experience liminality through rites of passages—structured events that signify a change in a person’s societal or personal status (Turner, 1969; van Gennep, 1909). These rites occur in three phases: the pre-liminal phase (separation), the liminal phase (transition), and the post-liminal phase (reintegration). Maya's journey is a personal rite of passage, underscored by her quest for independence, understanding, and ultimately, a more authentic connection with those around her. Towards the beginning of the story, Maya turns twenty, marking a transition into adulthood, particularly in the Japanese tradition. She navigates the threshold between dependence and independence, tradition and modernity, self-discovery and familial bonds. The rave spaces she traverses with Pim and Carlos become liminal zones: music and dance offer a temporary escape from societal conventions, blurring the boundaries between self and other, reality and illusion. The liminal space of Maya’s mother, Shizuko, is one of emotional and psychological transition: Shizuko views Maya's actions through the lens of her own unprocessed trauma. Other main characters—Winston, Pim, Emi, Henry, Carlos—also operate within liminal spaces, each dealing with their own struggles between past traumas and future aspirations, where their identities, desires, and realities are in flux.

What is ‘liminality’?
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French ethnographer Arnold van Gennep wrote Les Rites de Passage in 1909, which discussed initiation rites across an individual’s lifetime. He argued that rites have 3 phases: separation, transition, and reintegration. The transition phase, also called the liminal phase, is a space of non-being: neither here nor there, “betwixt and between.”
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In my pseudo-bildungsroman, I want to reflect life’s liminality by embodying the idea of ‘two steps forward, one step back’ — healing from trauma in romantic and parental relationships is not an easy or straightforward process and often leaves an individual feeling confused and lost. Sometimes it’s difficult to see which way to ‘progress.’ To successfully navigate the challenges of young adulthood, it is crucial to embrace liminality. To embrace being in-between identities or life stages. To revel in uncertainty. To be okay with simply existing.
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Liminality connects to various aspects of the 1960s and 70s hippie counterculture movement in San Francisco, which emerged as a response to the mainstream culture and its values (in a sense, a liminal space). Moreover, San Francisco is a site for the exploration of sexuality, gender, and queerness, blurring the lines between binaries and creating a state of liminality. Additionally, during the 90s, techno was a new transitional genre that blended various sounds and cultures.
Excerpt from Chapter 4
As the group stumbled down 18th Street—Carlos had his arms around Jared and Maya and was recounting some unsavory tales of his sexual escapades—Pim couldn’t help but remember the first time she ever set foot in San Francisco.
It had been in 1969 when her father was called for a pastoral conference held in Saint Mary's Cathedral. He brought his wife and five daughters along for a holiday. Pim was the oldest of her sisters, nearly twelve, while Ruby was the youngest—four years old, hair done in small braids with plastic beads that click-clacked as she ran.
The Summer of Love had torn through the Haight, leaving a trail of tie-dye shirts and murals in its wake. Runaways and hippies, long hair loose around their shoulders, gave Pim’s family dirty stares on street corners. The air was tinged with eminent change. The Stonewall Riots, the Vietnam draft; the Manson Family murders were soon to follow.
San Francisco—with its homosexuals, painted camper vans, and acid punch—scared Pim’s father to death. But Pim had fallen in love. She thought it was a trip: Janis Joplin, Jefferson Airplane, Garcia and Marley and Hendrix and Clapton. The Castro, for Chrissakes; the first time she had seen two women locked in embrace, mouths hungry for meaning. The image stayed with her, long after the family returned to Michigan.
The next time Pim would visit San Francisco would be in 1979, a full ten years later. By then she was twenty-one: tatted, out as lesbian, getting sweaty at New York discothèques every weekend. The year Studio 54 got audited by the IRS, she had decided to hitchhike west: to make new memories, to hear a new sound. On the way, she swung by Chicago, where her sister attended an expensive Catholic school.
Her other family members had cut her off, but Ruby, with her big sad eyes and heavy liner, had seen right through Pim’s transformed exterior. “We’re sisters,” Ruby assured her as they lay on the hood of Pim’s olive-green Subaru that chilly night, “and that’s never going to change.”
Another memory resurfaced of Ruby. Seventeen years old, a tourniquet turning her forearm blue, a trail of dried vomit trickling down the side of her mouth. Her deep-colored skin turned ashy gray.
But of course Pim didn’t remember that. She wasn’t there. She wasn’t even allowed at the funeral.