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nathaliaI read Kiss of the Fur Queen by Tomson Highway. My best friend is writing her BA thesis about Native Canadian literature and residential schools in particular and I’m reading the books she’s writing about so I can read and actually understand what she’s writing about. Fur Queen is a really fast read but the last forty or fifty pages, which are really important, felt rushed to me which was disappointing because up until then, the book was great and the end made sense. It was just how it got there that was a little weird and I don’t mean the mythical elements.
I devoured Colorblind. The Rise of Post-Racial Politics and the Retreat from Racial Equity by Tim Wise. My boss is writing a book about post-racial literature which means I get to research, order and scan amazing book chapters for her and whenever there’s still time before I have to return the books, I’m allowed to take them home if I want to. A lot of times, I don’t actually get around to it but when I was scanning the preface of this one, I knew I needed to read it. I needed to return it that day though, so I ordered it myself and I don’t regret waiting for it to get here through the interlibrary loan system because it was so enlightening. I feel like I need to read more by Wise.
In the Shadow of No Towers by Art Spiegelman was a quick but exhausting read. I adore Spiegelman (who doesn’t?) and I felt like this was even more personal than Maus even though it wasn’t as good as Maus but then, how could it? Still, there is no such thing as bad Spiegelman.
And in my attempt to catch up on classics (because my university sometimes neglects them and so so I because there’s so much recent stuff that I want to read), I listened to Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. Now I feel like I need to read Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys. I liked it better than Wuthering Heights.
And I started the second book for by Contemporary Brazilian Literature class, Leite Derramado (Spilled Milk) by Chico Buarque but I guess I should write about once I finish it next week but I’m liking it so far. Then again, I expected to like it.
I devoured Colorblind. The Rise of Post-Racial Politics and the Retreat from Racial Equity by Tim Wise. My boss is writing a book about post-racial literature which means I get to research, order and scan amazing book chapters for her and whenever there’s still time before I have to return the books, I’m allowed to take them home if I want to. A lot of times, I don’t actually get around to it but when I was scanning the preface of this one, I knew I needed to read it. I needed to return it that day though, so I ordered it myself and I don’t regret waiting for it to get here through the interlibrary loan system because it was so enlightening. I feel like I need to read more by Wise.
In the Shadow of No Towers by Art Spiegelman was a quick but exhausting read. I adore Spiegelman (who doesn’t?) and I felt like this was even more personal than Maus even though it wasn’t as good as Maus but then, how could it? Still, there is no such thing as bad Spiegelman.
And in my attempt to catch up on classics (because my university sometimes neglects them and so so I because there’s so much recent stuff that I want to read), I listened to Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. Now I feel like I need to read Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys. I liked it better than Wuthering Heights.
And I started the second book for by Contemporary Brazilian Literature class, Leite Derramado (Spilled Milk) by Chico Buarque but I guess I should write about once I finish it next week but I’m liking it so far. Then again, I expected to like it.
