Wednesday, May 20, 2015

BAD FEMINIST by Roxane Gay

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Just finished Roxane Gay's Bad Feminist, a book I have been wanting to read for quite some time, but it took me a while to get to because I always choose fiction over non-fiction, so it took time for me to finally make myself read this book. 

I generally enjoyed the book. Gay's writing is clear, and it's a pretty easy read, so I flew through this book, despite the fact that I am a bit of a slow reader. I wanted this book to be revolutionary for me, but it wasn't. I think because I am an 'internet' person and purposefully engage with feminism and issues around feminism, not much was new to me. Many of the essays relied on using television shows, movies and novels as examples or points of critique, which is all well and good, but it ended up being that 80% of what I was reading was recaps. I felt as if I should have just been given a reading list. 

Although, Bad Feminist still excels. With this collection of essays, Gay comprehensively conveys intersectional feminism. Her essays range from talking about the horrendous gender roles of books such as Twilight, to discussing how black bodies in films are too often depicted as being brutalized and therefore need more diverse narratives about the lives of black people. The book works toward a critical understanding of the necessary work and dismantling to be done toward equality in cultural, political and personal spheres. Furthermore, Gay is forward with her emotions, and allows empathy to guide her through the difficult issues and seemingly insurmountable problems presented. In the essay 'How We All Lose,' Gay references another writer Kate Zambreno, who said, 'For my criticism came out of, has always come out of, enormous feeling.' These essays do not run away from the enormous feeling associated with the struggle for equality, representation, and justice. 

Saturday, May 16, 2015

LOOSE WOMAN by Sandra Cisneros

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I've been trying for about two weeks to write about Loose Woman by Sandra Cisneros. Partly because I have a lot of feelings about her work; and partly because her poetry is so upfront about what it is, I'm not sure what else I can say. Loose Woman is only the second book of Cisneros' that I've read, the first being The House on Mango Street, which I first read in the eighth grade and periodically since then. Mango Street is a deeply important book to me for so many reasons. I think Loose Woman is a good book of poetry. It's not my favorite, and not as transcendent as I'd like it to be, as Mango Street is to me ... but it is still just as vital because it highlights women asserting their own perspective and sexuality, and celebrating flaws laced within both. All of which is why I think I have ultimately had a hard time writing anything specific about this book. What I can say for sure is that we need more books like Loose Woman, we need more writers like Cisneros to be widely read and discussed. 

Sunday, May 10, 2015

April Books

So this is a bit late, but I wanted everything to be perfect for this cozy little post about the books I bought in the month of April. I want to share the books I purchase each month 1) for myself, so that I can visualize and think about what it is I get every month, and 2) give you (my potential readers) ideas about books to read, and of course hear from you what books you're investing in. Also, I'd love to hear from you if you've read any of these books!

For these posts, I wanted to add some information that I thought would be useful, and just fun (for me, at least). Firstly, I've decided that I will provide the store in which I bought the book, in order to see my own trends of where I buy books, and for you, my readers, if you'd like to know where to potentially get the same book. Secondly, I've decided to add the citation of the book. I quite like writing citations - it's the former English major in me - so I thought I'd add them. Let me know if you'd like any more information about the books I buy. 

And now, without further adieu, the books I bought in the month of April:

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We Should All Be Feminists || Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Place of Purchase: McNally Jackson Books
Adichie, Chimamanda Ngozi. We Should All Be Feminists. New York: Anchor Books, 2015.











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Pride and Prejudice || Jane Austen
Place of Purchase: Kinokuniya Bookstore
Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. London: Vintage Classics, 2014.











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A Natural History of Dragons: A Memoir by Lady Trent || Marie Brennan
Place of Purchase: McNally Jackson Books
Brennan, Marie. A Natural History of Dragons: A Memoir by Lady Trent. New York: Tor, 2014.









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Between Parentheses: Essays, Articles and Speeches, 1998-2003 || Roberto Bolaño
Place of Purchase: WORD
Bolaño, Roberto. Between Parentheses: Essays, Articles and Speeches, 1998-2003. New York: New Directions, 2014.










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The Secret of Evil || Roberto Bolaño
Place of Purchase: Three Lives & Company
Bolaño, Roberto. The Secret of Evil. New York: New Directions, 2014.











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Helen in Egypt || H.D.
Place of Purchase: McNally Jackson Books
D., H. Helen in Egypt. New York: New Directions, 1974.











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The Story of a New Name || Elena Ferrante
Place of Purchase: McNally Jackson Books
Ferrante, Elena. The Story of a New Name. New York: Europa, 2013.











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Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay || Elena Ferrante
Place of Purchase: McNally Jackson Books
Ferrante, Elena. Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay. New York: Europa, 2014.











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Bad Feminist: Essays || Roxane Gay
Place of Purchase: McNally Jackson Books
Gay, Roxane. Bad Feminist: Essays. New York: Harper Perennial, 2014.












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Autobiography of My Mother || Jamaica Kincaid
Place of Purchase: bookbook
Kincaid, Jamaica. Autobiography of My Mother. New York: Farrar Straus Giroux, 1996.











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Rose || Li-Young Lee
Place of Purchase: Three Lives & Company
Lee, Li-Young. Rose. Rochester: BOA, 1986. 

Monday, May 4, 2015

Hair and Tenderness

I've recently finished reading Rose, the first published book of poems written by Li-Young Lee. Lee is one of my absolute favorite poets, so I was excited to finally read this. Besides Rose, I have read The City in Which I Love You, and Behind My Eyes. I just need to read two more books in order to have read all of his published books (I am a bit of completist when it comes to authors). 

As this is my first real real post about a book, I just want to say I am not at all planning on writing legit in-depth reviews that are like four paragraphs long. I have made that decision for a few of reasons. First: I am not in college, and don't want to be again. Second: I am a sloooooow writer. One paragraph takes me a minimum one hour to write. Third: I am looking to organize my thoughts, but in a casual way that does not make this blog feel like work, but like an actual place for potential discussion and sharing. In any post, I will most likely focus on something specific in the work that caught my eye and just talk about it. All is subject to revision.

All of that said: Rose.

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Often when I read Li-Young Lee's poetry, I think of tenderness. There is a deep tenderness to his writing, to how he handles subjects and objects and events. A poem I keep circling back to in Rose is 'Early in the Morning.' In the poem, Lee is witness to two moments of subtle intimacy between his parents. The first moment takes place in the mornings, when his mother is combing her hair to put into a neat bun. The second is in the evenings when his father undoes the bun and his mother's hair falls. Lee notes his father likes the way his mother's hair falls, which is why she puts her hair in the bun in the first place. The poem builds to that moment of unfurling. These moments are precious, and the careful pace, the literal patience his father has as his mother does her in the morning in order to see it unfurl at night, exude the tenderness I feel whenever I read Lee's poems. It is also a poem I think of as pretty emblematic of Lee's work: he recalls, as a child, the worlds of intimacy and feeling he witnessed, and understanding those worlds is something that both haunts him and comforts him, or else why write about it. This is clearer when contrasted to a couple other poems in the book: 'Dreaming of Hair' and 'Braiding.' It is not a coincidence these poems resonate within the book. Far more than the rose(s) in 'Always a Rose' - the centerpiece of the book - it is hair, and the complicated intimacies imbued in it that stay.