Malvina Reynolds and Bob Dylan at the Newport Folk Festival, 1964.
If there is one memory I can take out of the insanity that was GEND 3001 — Gender, Violence and Trauma in Discourse, it’s this book.
I can probably go on for hours about how Shani Mootoo spins a haunting tale about colonialism, race and class disparity, gender and sexuality, alcoholism, abuse, insanity, love, abandonment, and finding oneself. And the way she translates the senses (mostly sight and smell) to paint a picture of the town on the tropical island where it all takes place.
It all comes together into one of the most important Postcolonial narratives of our time (at least in my estimation), because it vividly tells a story that we as Caribbean people have experienced at varying degrees, as well as the implications of remaining tethered to the past.
I can’t remember where, but someone said that Mootoo weaves a mysterious web that takes days to clear, and somehow she takes the small things in life from an era long gone and breathes life into them, which is so true about this book. If you haven’t read it, you should. You won’t be disappointed.
Anonymous said: Why are you fat?
cause everytime i fuck your dad he makes me a sandwich
1920s/1930s Polish children’s book entitled 'W karainie karzelków' (In the Country of Little People) with nonsense verse by Cz. Kedzierski and only the monogram of AsO to identify the illustrator.