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Book Reviews / 2022

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In 2022, I gave myself the goal of writing micro-reviews for every book I read. In total, I made it through 80 books. 11% were fiction, 7.5% were YA or middle-grade, 48.7% were children’s books, 10% were nonfiction, 22.5% were poetry. If you remove the children’s books, I only read 41 books, which isn’t bad considering I worked overtime a lot and had two children I was raising. Still, I know it’s paltry compared to most literati and academics. This doesn’t include books I haven’t finished yet or won’t bother to finish and roughly covers my reading from December 2021 to November 2022.

Of the 84 authors, 55.9% identify as cis women, 41.6% identify as cis men, 2.3% identify as non-binary or otherwise gender diverse. Of the 84 authors, 57% identify as white, 11.9% as Black, 9.5% as Latinx, 8.3% as Native, 8.3% as Asian, and 2.3% as Middle Eastern. 16.6% are based outside the US. 17.8% are LGBTQ+. These are largely disappointing stats for me, as I strive to read as many BIPOC and LGBTQ+ authors as possible. In children’s books especially, diverse content I found in local libraries wasn’t necessarily being written by BIPOC communities. It’s wild how much power the literary industry wields against BIPOC authors. Even folks conscious of its bias have to work hard to move against its grain to impact their reading habits.

I want to keep up the tradition of speed reviews, as they serve as a decent record of what I’ve been reading, allowing me to analyze my reading habits and for all of you to judge me. Enough people seem to enjoy a glimpse into my literary diet, so I will continue to posts these on social media.

I am starting a new tradition of posting a year round up with some stats on what I’ve been reading, as well as the first ever Willy Awards, given to my favorite books in each genre. To qualify for The Willy Award, I need to have read the book completed in the given year. The Willy Award will not grant the authors any professional credibility, but hopefully will warm their hearts in seeing that their work is cherished by a bookworm in the middle of nowhere.

This year’s Fiction Prize goes to:

  1. Piranesi by Susanna Clark

  2. Push by Sapphire

  3. Reprieve by James Han Mattson

    Remarks - Competition in this category were steep. Piranesi swept me away with its seamless magical worldbuilding, centered on the soul of a Piranesi, the main character. Push is the come-up story of Precious, a young girl in an extremely abusive home; it made me sob twice and should be required reading for everyone. Reprieve is a deftly smart take on horror, exploring queer characters with complex migration stories and a range of interesting, even if disgusting, assorted folks.

This year’s YA and Middle Grade Prize goes to:

  1. Monday’s Not Coming by Tiffany D. Jackson

    Remarks - Extremely deftly written with a complex braided narrative.

This year’s Children’s Literature Prize goes to:

  1. The Hips on the Drag Queen Go Swish! Swish! Swish! by Lil Miss Hot Mess

  2. Paletero Man by Lucky Diaz

  3. People are Wild by Margaux Meganck

    Remark - Writing a captivating children’s book is harder than it looks. These three books were a blast to share with Nathan. The Hips on the Drag Queens Go Swish! Swish! Swish! was thrilling, joyful and playful in a way that is so needed for queer children. Paletero Man was a joyful stroll through a POC neighborhood, rich with food and kindness. People are Wild is a genuinely insightful take on how animals must look at people, all in a warm children’s book.

This year’s Nonfiction Prize goes to:

  1. When I was Red Clay by Jonathan T. Bailey

Remarks - This is the hardest category because all of the titles except one of them were absolutely excellent. I am giving this to Jonathan for sentimental reasons; as a queer post-Mormon, I deeply relate to the work. All the other authors, with exception of the Aloha Rodeo guys, are absolutely stellar and I couldn’t choose between them.

This year’s Poetry Prize goes to:

  1. A Snake in Her Mouth: Collected Poems by nila northSun

  2. Scorpionic Sun by Mohammed Khair-Eddine, trans Connor Bracken

  3. All The Flowers Kneeling by Paul Tran

Remarks - nila northSun is my new favorite poet for her non-pretentious soulful descriptions of the joys and tribulations of small-town life. She navigates her audience with the wry truthfulness the poetry world needs more of nowadays, especially with its enamoration with identity politics and bombast. Scorpionic Sun is self-described literary guerilla warfare and propulses forward with a sharp doggedness that will flatten you. All the Flowers Kneeling is a masterpiece investigation on what “healing” actually means in the aftermath of sexual and intergenerational violence.

The Willy Book-of-the-Year goes to Piranesi by Susanna Clark.

FICTION

The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison (1970)

I don't need to tell you Toni Morrison is a G. It's banned in Utah. And if you come for Toni, we come for your neck. 5/5

Lawn Boy by Jonathan Evison (2018)

This book stole my heart. It's main character is a working class culturally removed Latino who lives on the rez and just lost his job bc he was tired of degrading, uncompensated extra labor of his job. Evison manages to make the details of landscaping joyous and being unemployed hilarious without blinking at the humiliation and frustration of being in such a predicament. I loved the way Evison poked at the contradictions, shortcomings, and silliness of everyone from the rich to toxic young men to hustlers and more. I also really appreciated its navigation of ability in real terms, nailing the exhaustion and love you carry when a loved one is mentally disabled. Almost forgot to mention: this book is banned in some Utah High schools for being too gay. 4/5

Let The Wild Grasses Grow by Kase Johnstun (2021)  

The story of two Mexican/Native families torn apart by tragedy. It has excellent exploration of racism, ww2, the dust bowl, gender, and love. It turned me into an insufferable emo puddle. I love this book very much. 4/5

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov (1997)

What a tormented and awful work of genius. At times, reading this book was like banging my head against the wall. As many readers, I crawl my way through a book oftentimes by attaching myself emotionally to the narrator, and Nabokov wields that vulnerability to a nauseating and scathing affect. No one wants to feel like they understand or empathize with a pedophile. Written in luscious, seductive language, I found myself strung by a narrative thread of tension and in full hatred with myself for enjoying the literature, the artful craft of it all. This book is an incredibly useful tool for any student of literature to analyze how they read books and why. Anyone who enters Lolita with the intention of learning something or as some form of escapism would soon get a broken nose, so to say.

That said, after putting the book down for days or weeks, my approach to reading changed. I learned how to take pleasure in the brilliance of the narrative, the poetic symbols, tightly crafted plots and intelligent eye of the narrator, all of which were deeply incriminating. What I love about Lolita is how much it asks of us as readers. It is not a book you can read in peace as you strive to empathize with the humanity of the characters, especially those given horrifically little consideration by the narrator.

This is a book I wish I would have read young with a very astute mentor for its lessons on the toxicity, lust, and abuse some call love. But these lessons are hardly the point. In fact, young readers might miss them entirely, confused by Humbert Humbert’s powerful and futile fits of passion.

This book is banned in Utah. 5/5

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke (2020) *

I have not had as pleasurable as a read as Piranesi in a long time. Clarke drops you into an alternate universe where all the main character knows is an endless house filled with statues and a strange rhythm of tides. The pace is calculated and peaceful until its not. The main character's resourcefulness and general good faith make him easy to love and Clarke exploits dramatic irony to create an incredible amount of tension. Beyond all that, the book is simply beautiful, image by emotion by image. I long for more books that manage to create their own little universe removed from the noise of the world and yet are so worldly and full of life. 5/5

Push by Sapphire (1996)
Before reading Push, I entered the book with a knapsack of strong opinions from the debate surrounding this book. Push has been banned across the country for its explicit depictions of sexual violence. I first learned about Push in an African American literature May term, where it was criticized by the protagonists of Percival Everett’s Erasure, a novel centering on the experiences of an upper-class Black man frustrated that the only depictions of Black people the literary world cherishes centers on poverty and trauma, as if all Black people are is their suffering. Precious, the narrator, initially shocked and repelled my system in one of the opening scenes where she disrupts her classroom. I was worried the novel would not adequately engage toxic aspects of her personality, romanticizing her the way overly woke circles romanticize the toxicity of the oppressed. On the contrary, in the diary-like narration, Sapphire masterfully manages to show the complex bulwark of relationships navigates all while staying true to the narrator’s limited world and language. I was especially impressed with how Precious alludes to Louis Farrakhan early on as a leader who helped her see her value in a white world and later introduces a critique of Farrakhan by Precious’s lesbian teacher. Precious’s resilience in the face of her ghastly childhood and her dedication to her education, despite unbelievable barriers, would endear her to everyone except for the most heartless and cruel readers. While I admit I am probably easier to make cry than your average reader, I have never had a book make me sob with audible gasps and Push made me do so twice. Sapphire describes grotesque sexual violence unflinchingly, making the scenes where Precious finally finds her voice and taps the power of reading and writing slice through your heart. When you have been deprived of so much, the moment you are given access to the power of language, as well as other small but invaluable privileges, can be the most heartbreaking because it is then you realize just how much you have been deprived of. This book unquestionably among one of the top five most important books I have ever read in my life. I recommend this book to fans of Educated by Tara Westover and Gentefication by Antonio Lopez, and to anyone interested in LGBTQ+ literature, literature about education, YA literature, coming-of-age stories, Black literature, fiction, and literature about sexual violence.
5/5

Reprieve by James Han Mattson (2021)

Imo, this novel is just as good as A Visit From the Goon Squad! It's handling of race, queerness, and gender is impressive, as it skillfully unpacks the internalized racism of an international student and tensions between different marginalized groups. The narrative is absolutely gripping and has moving commentary about horror, its artistic role in people's lives, and what a healthy relationship to all that looks like. Thank you to @undertheumbrellabookstore horror club for putting this one on my radar. 5/5

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid (2017)

Delightful and competently written novel about a queer woman's journey through love and stardom with some truly touching and relatable moments. I side eye the narrator quite a bit, but the narrative ultimately pays off, even if it feels like you're watching a reality TV or pop news. Reid's navigation of closeted queerness in these pages is compelling and contrasts heavily with the glam and glitter of the red carpet. 3/5

Strange Children by Sadie Hoagland - This book is haunted. A symphony of voices from a fictionalized fundamentalist Mormon community narrate the downfall of its people and the disappearance of their prophet. What Sadie pulls of here in terms of music and dialect is insane. The cadence and flow will lick its way into your ears. More importantly, this book manages to flesh out the oftentimes stereotyped and little understood Mormon fundamentalist communities pocking the West. Does she succeed? Here's where I'm not sure. I’m sure some fundamentalists would be upset to see themselves once again characterized in large part by violence, pedophilia, and blood atonement. There's always the risk readers will come to gawk. As a post-Mormon, however, I feel a tenderness in Sadie's work an aching desire to make sense of the violent history we've inherited. I was swept up at many points and recommend it especially to folks in Mormondom. 4.5/5

MIDDLE GRADE / YA

All American Boys by Jason Reynolds and Brendan Kiely (2015)
Banned for its engagement of police brutality and a handful of swear words, I was somewhat worried All American Boys would be overly didactic and hard to get through. Maybe it would be on the page, but at least via audiobook I was thoroughly engaged, enjoying the interactions between the teenagers and adults. The book follows two perspectives: 1) Rashad Butler, a Black high school ROTC teen who suffers an incident of police brutality and 2) Quinn Collins, a white basketball player and the son of a veteran who died in the Middle East. This positioning of the main characters in relation to the military was a wise move, because it allowed them to wrestle with what it means to be patriotic and gave them military and police ties that forced them to look into the incident of police brutality with nuance. Quinn, for example, was the mentee of the guilty officer and shifts between defending him and holding him accountable. Quinn’s journey in this regard is wonderful to watch, because even though he’s very well intentioned, he makes plenty of hiccups along the way, and learns how to handle them with grace. Rashad, on the other hand, has a former police officer as a father who once paralyzed an innocent unarmed man out of fear. This makes the desire for justice and vengeance complicated as hell for Rashad and forces him and all of us as readers to think more critically about what healthy justice looks like. All American Boys does not critique the military industrial complex, and maybe it should, but the fact it doesn’t makes it easier to use as a pedagogical tool, as its tough enough to have a conversation about police brutality in the classroom without introducing another complicated conversation about power. The dive between both perspectives keeps the narrative moving sharply. According to the middle school teacher I know, it’s also a hit with the kids. I recommend this book for anyone interesting in perspectives in fiction, how to write about race, the Black Lives Matter movement, YA fiction, Black fiction, and books about the military and police.

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Deep End by Dan Russell (2020)

This is Baby Chino's first completed chapter book. I'm so proud of him for muscling through. It's no wonder this series is popular. This kid's life is so awful it's hilarious. 3.5/5

l8r, g8r by Lauren Myracle (2007)  

A very catty and engrossing read about a group of teens who get into ALL the drama during high school. The depictions of romantic life are not romanticized at all and it alludes to sex, rather than describing it. It's in text message format and frankly much more tame then the average pop song and what teens say to each other on a regular basis. This book is banned in Utah. 3/5

The Magic Fish by Trung Le Nguyen (2020)

I bought this graphic novel for young readers in my life and couldn’t resist the urge to read it before wrapping it up for Christmas. After a few pages of throat-clearing, Nguyen’s story hums snugly along as the main character navigates a wholesome, awkward young queerness and shares fairytale reading with his mother. I’m impressed with the scope of plot points addressed in this snappy novel. The main character’s grandmother dies, and he experiences the strange sadness of grieving someone you never met and the family’s turmoil as they grieve across borders. Never does the main character get reduced to one aspect of his identity, and we get charming glimpses of his school life and kind friends, as well as his challenges as a queer child of Vietnamese immigrants. The fairy tales included in the book provide it a charm and intertextual depth that kick this book above your average middle-grade fiction. 4/5

Monday's Not Coming by Tiffany Jackson (2018)

An absolutely harrowing book that masterfully illustrates the effects of PTSD and puts you in the gut of a young black girl. This is a powerful book for discussing the epidemic of missing black girls and the ways youth can see things parents can't. There's so much I love about this book and it's banned in Utah. 4/5

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson (1999)

Written in the voice of teenager Melinda Sorino, Speak immediately places you in deeply familiar halls of a high school that—despite the distances of decades and states—might as well have been my own. You witness stumbling attempts at friendship and community amid a difficult terrain of power, insecurity, and confidence. Speak is legendary as a breakthrough book about a contemporary teenage survivor of sexual violence and for being targeted and banned by conservatives. While Speak does make excellent kindling to spark a conversation about everything from #MeToo to immigration issues to educational policy, readers likely will fall in love with it for reasons beyond the values imbedded in the text. Melinda’s trauma and symptoms are relatable without being pitiable sob story. The reaction of Melinda’s friends to her story models a range of compassionate and heartless responses to an experience of victimhood. While the trauma of sexual violence and her healing journey do define the narrative, the struggle to find your niche in high school is something many of us share. I especially appreciate one of the first friendships Melinda pursues in Speak, because both characters are outsiders who attempt to find connection and truck along despite failing to forge a real bond. The camaraderie of these friendless relationship is something I’ve rarely seen reflected in literature and is captured endearingly, even through their scuffles and eventual dissolution. I loved how the art teacher was portrayed with all his foibles. A supportive teacher for the students, but in no way romanticized and frequently described in unflattering but charming ways. He reminded me of my Art History teacher who I cherished. The scenes most conservatives are mad about I believe are the following two: 1) in one scene, Melinda witnesses a student stand up to a teacher who gives a racist rant against immigrants. Melinda isn’t brave enough to speak up and through the mentorship of this outspoken student learns to eventually speak up about her own experiences in the classroom. Melinda stumbles and learns slowly throughout this process and its tender to watch her growth. 2) There is a scene where Melinda’s rapist tries to violently rape her again, but she fights him and is eventually rescued by classmates who catch the assailant in his act. It is true that the rapist isn’t humanized very much and he’s a pretty flat, blatantly evil villain with rumors about him written on bathroom stalls. That’s hardly a reason to knock the book though since very few writers can write from that perspective effectively and with enough purpose. As for the depiction of violence, it’s something too many of our teens have already experienced. The conversation shouldn’t be whether teens should get to engage with this content, but how. I recommend this book for anyone interested in YA, literature about education, literature about sexual violence, and banned books.

CHILDREN’S LITERATURE

A Blue Kind of Day by Rachel Tomlinson (2022)

This book was disappointing yall. Great message and great illustrations but if want a kid to talk about grief you need a better storyline. Nathan hated the idea of the book and the execution did NOTHING to help. I hate giving such attempts at good low scores but this gets a generous 2, mostly bc the illustrations rocked.

are we there yet by Adam James (2015)

Vivid visuals for otherwise boring storytelling sampling cultures from around the world. Not unpleasant but not good. 2/5

The Bad Seed Presents: The Good, The Bad, and The Spooky by Jory John (2021)

This delightful children’s book follows Bad Seed as he attempts to find a perfect Halloween costume, fails, and then proceeds to try to cancel Halloween and spoil the celebrations for everyone else. Though he’s initially charming, his toxicity is easily recognizable, and Nathan and I immediately shared an understanding glance once his behavior started to act up. The book holds an excellent lesson against perfectionism and just being chill and enjoying the fun, even if you aren’t the star of attention, resolving with Bad Seed reinstating Halloween to a hilariously indifferent crowd of veggies that didn’t listen to his ridiculousness in the first place. Deeply enjoyable.
4/5

Bodies Are Cool by Tyler Feder (2021)

Never too early to teach body positivity. There are a delightfully diverse range of bodies here and this book creates space for kiddos to ask awkward questions about bodies. It's fun to talk with Nathan about what body most catches his eye here and have conversations about how difference and disability don't need to be inherently tragic. 5/5

Call Me Max / Kyle Lukoff / 2019

This is the banned book at the center of the Murray school district scandal in 2019. The book includes the definition of transgender and dares to depict the stress that trans children undergo when they can’t find a bathroom that fits or otherwise have gender imposed on them. I read the book with an eight-year-old and they could reiterate what it meant to be trans to me afterward. This book is at times clearly didactic and includes scenes that are perhaps not crucial to the storyline but provide an illuminating moment on gender. The particle scene that irked me a bit in this regard is when the white protagonist meets a gender non-conforming lack boy in a dress who tells him clothes isn’t what makes gender. The Black character isn’t given anymore airtime which feels weird because Max clearly already undergoes bullying for his behavior and he’s less of a target than a Black boy in a dress for sure. 4/5

I recommend each of these titles for folks interested in children’s literature with substance or with LGBTQ+ themes.

Carl and the Meaning of Life / Deborah Freedman / 2019

I am always surprised what books Nathan and Chino grab. Carl is a worm going through an existential crisis after a bug asks him why he eats and poops dirt. Carl goes about asking all the creatures about his purpose and being dissatisfied by their answers until he realizes he is an important part of the ecosystem and everything would collapse without him. The art was rich and humble as dirt. 5/5

Chaiwala by Priti Birla Maheshwari (2021)  

Chaiwala gave me the opportunity to introduce Nathan to the spices @sparrowperchandplay keeps in a cabinet. Only critique is that the book was too short. 4.5/5

City Cat by Kate Banks (2013)

A street cat tours Europe in a highly alliterative and sonically rich journey. They have a high vocabulary so expect to help your youngster sound out words. 3/5

Desert Girl, Monsoon Boy by Tara Dairman (2020)

Gorgeously illustrated book about how culture shifts across landscape and how environmental pressures can bring unlikely people together. It's at a very easy reading level, so your kid can sit back and enjoy the ride. 4/5

Don't Hug Doug by Carrie Finison (2021)

Don’t Hug Doug was a playful and blunt lesson on boundaries with a diverse cast of kids and crafty storytelling. 5/5
Drawn Together by Minh Le (2018)

This book tells the story of a grandfather and grandson who communicate via drawings bc of a language barrier. Very easy read for earlier readers full of magical and heartfelt images. 5/5

Flora the Flamingo by Molly Idle (2013)

Playful story of a ballerina that bashfully copies a flamingo for her moves and gets caught and welcomed. Soothing and warm. 4/5

Fire! Fuego! Brave Bomberos by Susan Middleton Elya (2012)  

Fire! was a great way to get Nathan to try a lil Spanish or at least get it in his ears. Complete with detailed pictures and heroism, it gave him plenty to feast his eyes upon. 3/5

Fuego, Fuegito by Jorge Argueta (2019)

Fuego Fuegito is trilingual: Spanish, Nawat, and English. Jorge is a Salvi OG and I'm stoked to see his work evolve in this direction.

The Good Egg by Jory John (2019)

While most children books tell naughty kids to behave, this one tells the goody-goodies to chill tf down and let people live. It's a unique and humorous twist. The depictions of the bad eggs are hilarious. 😈😈😈 5/5

Groovy Joe: Ice Cream and Dinosaurs by Eric Litwin (2016)

Groovy Joe: Ice Cream and Dinosaurs has great lessons about sharing. Easy sell for the kids. 4/5 

Grumpy Bird by Jeremy Tankard (2007)
Early this year, I reviewed A Blue Kind of Day, a well-meaning book that attempted to discuss difficult emotions with children yet utterly failed to be engaging in my opinion. Lucky me, Grumpy Bird by Jeremy Tankard does everything A Blue Kind of Day failed to do. Grumpy bird’s concerned animal friends notice him as he goes on a walk, and un-intrusively and compassionately try to cheer him up. I appreciate how Grumpy bird does not take this well at first, which is realistic and relatable. His friends don’t respond with toxic positivity, and the improvement of Grumpy bird’s mood happens slowly and rather unintentionally, without any untrue epiphanies. Tankard does an excellent job normalizing the reality of a bad mood and providing us with worthwhile strategies for feeling better.
5/5

The Hips on the Drag Queen Go Swish! Swish! Swish! by Lil Miss Hot Mess (2020)

Nathan’s favorite children’s book is an interactive blast with tickling art. 5/5
I Walk with Vanessa by Kerascoët (2018)

Sweet message with detailed images you and your little will linger on to catch playful narratives details. It even role models how to deal with bullies. 3.5/5

I'm Dirty by Kate and Jim McMullen (2006)

I'm a sucker for such playful and easy-to-convince- kids-to-read books. This one doesn't disappoint. You learn about tractors. Watch them enjoy their filth. What else do you need? 4/5

It's a Tiger by David LaRochelle (2012)
An energetic children’s book that will have you on the edge of your seat as the main character, your young one, and you run away from tigers. The rich and detailed illustrations by Jeremy Tankard draw the reader into charming landscapes that inevitably will hide yet another tiger. Despite the short snappy lines, you might be out-of-breath by the time you reach the end of this book, as its best read performatively, yelling at every exclamation point. Buckle up the kiddos. I recommend this book to anyone interested in children’s literature and environmental literature. 5/5

Julian is a Mermaid / Jessica Love / 2018

One of Utah’s banned books, I expected a spicier narrative from Julian is a Mermaid. Spoiler Alert, here is the entire plot: a young Black takes down a shower curtain and pretends to be a mermaid. His mother catches him and thinks it’s kinda weird, but later takes him to where there are other mermaids who vaguely resemble drag queens. That’s it. Most of it is expressed visually. There is no explicit gender play besides some mild gender non-conforming but completely normal behavior for a young boy. I loved the rich and tender visuals sure to bring out your inner femme. Nathan was surprised by how shortness of the book but enjoyed the visuals. He wants to be a mermaid, too. 5/5

Let’s be Friends by Rene Colato Lainez (2021)

This is an extremely simple book for early reading levels, outlining several activities two youngsters do to get to know one another. Simple yet charming illustrations. Bilingual. It gets the job done with little need for magic or virtuoso. 2/5

Lies and Other Tall Tales by Zora Neal Hurston (2005)

A children's book full of dozens and playful illustrations. Nathan didn'

Life on Mars by Jon Agee (2017)  

Life on Mars was short, sweet, and utilizes dramatic irony in a slick way to give us a clever laugh. I wish it was longer! Nathan didn’t want to read then was bummed when it was over. Hilarious and so so much fun. 5/5

Little Leena Learns About Ramadan by Zainab Fadlallah (2021)

Sometimes these multicultural kids books get too woke and educational for their own good. This book about Ramadan manages to be educational without a cringy moment. Full of delightful images and an adorable main character Leena whose curiosity drives the narrative, this book helped me talk to Nathan about Muslim cultures in a natural and fun way. 4/5

Mary Wears What She Wants by Keith Negley (2019)

Amazing true story of the woman who pioneered wearing pants. Great for unlearning the act of gendering clothing. Amazing storytelling and fun drawings. 5/5

Nighttime Symphony by Timbaland (2019)

Not a bad children's book and a generally competent ode to music, this book lacked some of the lyrical miracle and wordplay I was hoping for. Didn't really stand out. 3/5

Niño Wrestles the World by Yuyi Morales (2013)

Highly recommend this dorky children's book! It even features a ghostly llorona.

Oh No! Or How My Science Project Destroyed the World by Mac Barnett (2010)

Delightful image-heavy, text-light children's book with a young genius's shenanigans. 5/5

Paletero Man by Lucky Diaz (2021)

Paletero Man was my FAVORITE!!! It introduced children to a diverse spectrum of people and their food in the neighborhood. It depicts a largely poc neighborhood as a neighborhood that looks out for one another. And it taught a great lesson about good karma returning to you when you have bad luck. 5/5 

People are Wild by Marguax Meganck (2022)
People are Wild is a perfect children’s book that will be an easy sell to your young one. Written in the voice of animal parents, Margaux warns young creatures to look out for humans, pointing out our loudness, messiness, and other foibles. This perspective has the dual power of giving our young ones a kind nurturing narrator and bending their minds to imagine what they would think of humans if they were animals. Complete with short slick lines without sacrificing a message, Meganck has proven herself a sharp writer. Her adorable pictures drawn in color pencil and painted with watercolor give the book a snuggly warmth. Her author presentations teach students the importance of hard work and persistence, as well as asks them to develop empathy for animals, all with a live drawing demonstration as a cherry on top. I recommend this book for anyone interested in environmental literature, animals studies, or children’s literature.
5/5

Pow Wow Day by Traci Sorrell (2022)

A spiritual children's book about the beauty of pow wows. The child protagonist has to sit out bc of illness and learns how to appreciate and feel included in the rituals even as she's left out. 5/5

Pug, the Fibber by Aaron Blabey (2018)

This doggy is naughty and keeps blaming his brother for his mistakes. His mischief ends up cracking his head, so he sorta learns his lesson. Delightfully told. 3/5

Punk Farm by Jarrett J. Krosoczka (2005)
Wish it was a tad grittier and more anti establishment but it was plenty of fun.

Room for Everyone by Naaz Khan (2021)  

Room for Everyone tells the classic tale of global south communities squeezing unimaginable amounts of people and items into vehicles. It's told with humor, swag, and incredible sound.

Singing in the Rain by Tim Hopgood (2017)

Unbeatable images pair melodic and dreamy lyrics. Excellent image-text balance. 5/5

What a Party! by Ana Maria Machado (2013)

This book feels gloriously non-North American and has a fun catalog of different national cuisines. 4/5 for slight translationese.

Zoo Zen by Kristen Fischer (2017)

Zoo Zen was a blast. Great for getting kids to try some fun physical movement. I'm a sucker for cute animals too. 5/5

Zora’s Zucchini by Katherine Pryor (2015)

This is the last book in the world I expected Nathan to grab from the library because the boys are notoriously reluctant to eat veggies. He took genuine interest in the gardening process and even learned a cute message about sharing. 4/5

NONFICTION

Against the Sacrifice Zone by Alisa Slaughter (2022)

I, again, found this zine at the National Humanities Conference in LA, November 2022. It’s a ruminating little essay on borderlands, environmental collapse, Covid-19, climate change, and monarch butterflies. The parallels the author draws between the dry spots in her mind, the brain fog, after surviving Covid-19 and the dry spots in a ravaged, dehydrated environment is but one example of the elegant poetry captured in a few short paragraphs. Perfect for a conversation on environmental activism and interrelated struggles. 5/5

Aloha Rodeo by David Wolman and Julian Smith (2019)

I finally read this book in its entirety after realizing it would make a good children’s book if remixed correctly. The authorial voice is at once socially astute, picking up on the logical contradictions of his subjects and noting moments of humor and criticism, while at the same time being annoyingly white and colonial. The prose uses the word “braves” for Native Americans at points and forgets to put quotations around terms like “civilizing” when discussing the colonization of Hawaii. The book reads as if it was written by your averagely racist white person who received decent feedback from someone who pointed that out, and then went and made a good faith but stumbling effort to edit the manuscript.

The information therein is written in muscular prose and was well-researched. I loved learning about paniolos, Hawaiian cowboys, who learned their art from vaqueros. The Latino/Hawaiian solidarity was something I didn’t expect. What I appreciate most about this book is its eye towards intercultural clashes, as the West was settled. As much as I have my reservations about animal welfare and steer roping, Aloha Rodeo contextualizes them with clear, nonjudgmental eyes that made me appreciate the artistry. 2.5/5

Gender Queer by Maia Kobabe (2019)

This book reminded me a painful lot about Selina Foster. I wonder how much pain it would've saved them. It's a funny, down to earth and gutsy graphic novel about discovering you asexuality and gender queerness. And it's banned in Utah. 5/5

High-Risk Homosexual by Edgar Gomez (2022)
Hailing from Nicaragua and Puerto Rico, Gomez shares rough-and-tumble coming-of-age and coming out stories that will squish the goo and glitter out of your heart. High-Risk Homosexual is young, brown, and broke and these aspects in particular will grant Gomez a fawning audience of young queers, eager to see their experiences reflected. At Under the Umbrella Bookstore in Salt Lake City, a fellow Latina from Florida shared with Gomez how she, too, had to come out to her mother more than once. While my mother only threatened to send me to El Salvador when she realized my first partner was LGBTQ+, Gomez was sent to Nicaragua as a teenage boy to be “made a man” by his macho tios and have his virginity taken by a local teenage girl. Lucidly written and deeply readable, High-Risk Homosexual doesn’t waste time with literary flexing, instead expanding and contracting scenes and reflection with concision and precision. Written by someone without significant queer role models around him, Gomez’s memoir outlines how he learned the hard way to build healthy relationships and love himself, bouncing between self-acceptance and hiding, love and disappointment. Like many of us, Gomez at first sometimes tried to distinguish himself apart from other queers who were too gay, too flamboyant, too feminine, too sexually promiscuous in ways that weren’t productive. In reading this memoir, I suspect and hope that young readers will find not only cautionary tales on what liquors and men to avoid, but also strategies for how to build authentic support and community for themselves. This memoir does the work that many good memoirs do—showing us what privations and shames we share, making the burden easier for all of us to bear. I have pitched this review around young readers because Gomez himself positions the book that way, ending with a reflection on the “It gets better” narrative traditionally fed to queer children clawing for hope in a terrifyingly hateful world. Here, I wanted Gomez to expand further because his stories, while certainly useful for young queers, are also invaluable to the world at large. This industry is quick to box the audiences for BIPOC and LGBTQ+ authors, and I want Gomez to be cherished by readers beyond a publicist’s imagination. Beyond that, there’s very little for me to critique here. Memoirs are usually best written by authors aged with wisdom, and what Gomez has pulled off here while barely cracking thirty is more than impressive—it’s masterful. I recommend High-Risk Homosexual to fans of Danez Smith, Justin Torres, and Ocean Vuong, folks interested in LGBTQ+ literature, YA, Memoir, Latinx literature, Florida, the Pulse Massacre, Central American literature, and Caribbean literature. 4/5

Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi (2003)

Nafisi's memoir is a crucial read for anyone wrestling with how to keep their humanity intact in the face of an oppressive regime. Nafisi painstakingly narrates the way Austen, Nabokov, Fitzgerald, and other Western classics allowed her and her students to dream the forbidden in times when their options were quickly narrowing. She made me fall in love with the traditional literary canon in a way I have largely chosen not to for years. It is nauseating and infuriating to realize how many theocratic Iranian arguments against books are being parroted by folks like Utah Parents United and all the book banners out there. Reader, if today's political landscape numbs you, if you feel yourself hardening and losing pieces of yourself, open a book, maybe this one. We cannot find our ways out of this hellscape without our whole selves, our feelings, alive. 5/5

Unwell Women by Elinor Cleghorn (2021)

An infuriating and heartfelt journey through how men have ignored, exacerbated, and caused indescribable amounts of humiliation and suffering for women as a whole. If it were up to me, this book is where we would begin in educating men about feminism. Because it shows how life and death feminism is for women. Because women's bodies have been stigmatized and mystified in ways that deserve concrete breakdowns of the consequences of sexism beyond liberal conversations of privilege and identity. Because my autocorrect keeps changing sexism to seismic. Because sexism IS seismic. Because two of my previous partners had vaginismus and the medical system was useless in addressing their concerns. Because they're about to overturn Roe vs Wade. Because while these conversations will butt into religious and cultural arenas, it will show the awful consequences of not believing women when they're in pain and not allowing them autonomy over their bodies. 4.5/5

Under the Banner of Heaven by Jon Krakauer (2003)

Holy shit. What an important read when it comes to frankly discussing cultures of violence in Mormon religions at large. People inside the culture of Mormonism will probably recognize the terms Blood Atonement and Mountain Meadows Massacre. The depth in contextualizing this violence within larger Mormon cultures and events was mindblowing. This book contextualizes the Elizabeth Smart case and the Lafferty murders within traditions of violence. It sincerely grapples with how you keep a mystic religion from snapping under the weight of democratic revelation. It made me sincerely grapple with the argument of whether or not the Lafferty men were sane enough to stand trial. I can see this book pissing many Mormons off, as it focuses heavily on the dark underbelly of Mormonism. The history and legacy of polygamy can't be avoided however. My biggest critique is AGAIN a refusal of historians to see Mormons of color as authentic Mormons, especially including an erasure of Native Mormon stories, like Washakie, the Bear River Massacre, etc. There's nuance to unpack here and I'm tired of historians acting like the ways people of color practiced Mormonism as not worthy of note. 4/5

When I was Red Clay by Jonathan T Bailey (2022)

My favorite book about the Utah queer experience. I read this ravenously and with my heart nuzzling my face. 6/5

POETRY

All the Flowers Kneeling by Paul Tran (2022)

Incredibly burning debut by a powerhouse poet. The entire collection grapples with the meaning of "healing" after sexual violence. It really digs deep into the ways we sometimes get in the way of our own healing. 4.5/5

Border Vista by Anni Liu (2022)

One of my favorite poets with a collection about being precariously documented, overcoming different forms of relational violence, and navigating Chinese and American culture. Even at its heaviness, Liu has this way of making you feel like you're floating.

Cenizas by Cynthia Guardado (2022)
Cynthia Guardado’s growth between her debut collection of poetry Endeavor and Cenizas is dramatic and rewarding—a remarkable feat for someone whose talent and craft were never in question. Cenizas is a tight-knit collection, largely centering on the challenge of grieving loved ones, especially across fronteras, where the possibility of closure is swiftly denied by racist immigration law. Written in Guardado’s signature lucid and plaintive voice, Cynthia’s poems confront violence with a disarmingly straightforward style. Sit with it, her poems ask you, a necessary act for all of us as we shoulder the losses of this world, whether that’s Guardado’s own dying relationship with her abuelo or the history of genocide hidden in La Puerta del Diablo. Along the way, we trace a map of the way the Salvadoran Civil War and migration has shaped the life of Guardado and her family. Guardado includes a couple of ekphrastic poems that capture scenes from the war, which she connects to the experiences of her and her family. There is also a series of poems contemplating her name and meditating on the in-betweenness, the liminality, so frequently discussed in Latinx literatures. Guardado’s work occupies this zone more authentically than many or perhaps she expresses this sensation more effectively than most. Perhaps it’s the way she includes whole stanzas and poems in Spanish, alternating between languages unapologetically centering the bilingual reader. Perhaps it’s the grief and the way Guardado seems constantly displaced throughout this collection. The “Call Me Refugee” series accomplish all of the above with the added punch of its title, which points to the fact that Salvadorans have historically been denied refugee status in the United States despite the fact our people are clearly refugees of a US-funded Cold War. Cenizas holds its own against Javier Zamora’s Unaccompanied, and both poetry collections illuminate the complexities of Salvadoran experiences alongside one another. While I have yet to read Alexandra Regalado’s Relinqueda, I suspect these two collections would speak to one another immensely, as Regalado’s collection also close as Regalado’s collection also closely examines grief. I recommend Guardado’s collection to anyone interested in sequencing in poetry collections, elegies and poems about grieving, Latinx literature, Central American literature, and war literature. 3/5

Conflict Resolutions for Holy Beings by Joy Harjo (2015)

The most significant thing about Joy Harjo’s work in my brief dives into it is her authoritative wisdom, which allows her to break so many rules. What would be didactic goo from one writer is rendered a pearl of wisdom in her hands. Halfway through reading this book, I realized to my great delight that many of the poems therein double as song lyrics, which you can find on Spotify, read in a hearty jazzy-and-yet-somehow-folksy spoken word style. Simultaneously plainspoken and mythic, Joy’s collection is one I want to thrust into the hands of young poets hellbent on killing themselves with their lust, passion, and ambitions. 4.5/5  

Dearest Water by Nancy Takacs (2022)

The last section of the book includes two sublime longer poems and would be a 5/5 as its own little chapbook. The collection made me want to read Alberto Rios.

Felon by Reginald Dwayne Betts (2019)

These poems give readers a glimpse into the ways the prison system will follow you via labels, nightmares, psychological trauma, and more, even decades after you leave your cell. Generous yet snappy read. There's a reason folks consider Betts a GOAT. This book is only one of them. 3/5

 if not, winter: Fragments of Sappho by Anne Carson (2002)

One of the lost legends of lesbian poetry, Anne Carson provides notes and translations for what we have left. Which isn't a lot and isn't very satisfying, while at the same time feeling very urgent and meaningful. This is a great place to start for understanding the what remains and is full of lyrical glimpses of imagery, sound and diction. 3/5

Islanders by Teow Lim Goh (2016)

Drawing from a rich archive of voices, Goh taught me some of the details involved in early twentieth century Chinese migration to the US. Most interestingly, she directs the reader to a book where you could read the poems Chinese migrants left in the walls of their detention centers as they awaited either entry into the US or deportation. This book taught me about common situations migrants from China faced. While Goh manages to include a sizeable array of voices, she failed to move beyond their outline and didn't really give any of the characters depth or personhood beyond their migratory circumstances. 1.8/5

Live Oak, With Moss by Walt Whitman (2019)

A gift from Nush. This book made me fall in love with Walt Whitman for real. The artistic accompaniments are perfect. The scholarly treatment of Whitman's queerness is generous and will save you decades of wondering. 5/5

Love at Gunpoint by nila northSun (2007)

northSun is my favorite poet and I'm terrified that she seems largely forgotten by the literary world. I encountered her by happenstance this year when researching Shoshone literature for a work project and have been mesmerized by her plainspoken poems. Forget the bombast, arrogance, and ambition of the literary establishment. Here's a poet whose voice is nimble and pointed. I laugh and cry to her poems. She changes the way I breathe. In this collection, she tackles surviving domestic violence, but also has poems about dancing in granny panties. I'm gonna go buy another book of hers and you should too. 5/5

The New Song of Silence by Anastasia Afanasieva (2022)

I found this zine in the National Humanities Conference in LA, November 2022. It’s the poem of a reputed Ukrainian poet who mainly wrote in Russian. Halfway through the poem, she abandons her mother tongue, Russian, and swears to never write in it anymore, electing Ukrainian instead. This powerful move is at the heart of a poem documenting the toll of warfare on her city. It’s breathtakingly powerful in its translation. 4/5  

Rain Scald by Tacey Atsitty (2018)

This collection is a feat. There's an authority and steady-eyed strength to the voice throughout. These poems might be a touch opaque here and there, but I'm confident these are my shortcomings as a reader. Use the notes on the back as you read. Do plenty of rereading. Several of these poems musically enchanted yet mystified me and later cracked open fiercely on rereading. Notably, this book appears to carry a marriage of Dine and Mormon ideologies and beliefs. In the notes, there's discussion of the "opportunity" Native children had to live with white Mormon families, as well as a reference to masturbation with the stodgy term "self-abuse." 4/5

The Salted Woman by Pauline Peters (2021)

Gifted to me by Nan Seymour, Pauline Peters’ short collection is appropriately lush, mythic, and sensual in its odes to nature and darkness. An African Canadian, Peters’ mystic interpretation of blackness and darkness in nature also serves as a sort of ontological thesis on the depths and genius of Blackness. Nature not only gives Peters access to her deeper wiser selves, but also connections to her ancestors, so this connection happens naturally, seamlessly. It is as obvious as it may be surprising for some. Here are some lines in particular that have stayed with me: “Night paints us with her blue-black ink / hides glaring errors lest we think / we are the sum of our mistakes. / No. We are all beautiful in the dark.” It’s almost as if in spiritual communion with night and nature, Peters imagines non-Black folks can approach a Blackness. This from “O Holy Night,” a poem that contrasts the whiteness of day with the luscious, peace of night.

Nature is at times romanticized in this collection, anthropomorphized as well. This is familiar territory for myth-making and making sense of nature. Peters wields it with the gush and gusto of a witchy grandmother. I trust her with her magic, even if another literary critic might sniff at the collection’s humility.  

Peters also invokes wakes in similar ways to Dr. Rebecca Hall in Wake: The Hidden History of Women-Led Slave Revolts, especially in “Guardians.” I imagine Peters’ poetry would make an excellent accompaniment to Sadiya Hartman’s prose in a discussion about Black spirituality, nature, history, and time. I strongly encourage this book for anyone interested in environmental literature, especially Black perspectives therein, Canadian literature, poetry, and spiritual literature.

Here’s a gorgeous line to end the review: “They say the gods never give you more than you can carry – I say the gods need help too.” 4.5/5  

Scorpionic Sun by Mohammed Khair-Eddine, trans Connor Bracken (2019)

A Moroccan writer of French poetry with leftist politics and an image heavy machine gun style. What else do you need to know? This poetry is disorienting, passionate, and lives in the gut and throat. You'll need to look up words, sometimes up to 4 to 8 times in a single poem. The poems are long, sometimes 16 pages and dive between prose and enjambments. I read some aloud for Nush and it brought out an exhausting but electric performance from me. Reading aloud helped me sink into the emotion and rhythm. Reading in my head sometimes felt like getting swallowed and spat out by a tide: fun as hell, even if a little painful, and the details got gobbled by the sea. The poem for Cesaire was gorgeous and fiery. This is overwritten in the best way and proud you don't need to understand everything 100% in your head to feel it burning in your heart. 4.5/5

Sink by Desiree Dellagiacomo

These poems spill and warp over pages like water. Skeptics of slam will be relieved by the solid skills on the page. Covering themes of suicide, growing up in a broke and at times violent family, the healing this book offers is priceless. Highlights include 13 ways of looking at a rapist and the viral My Thighs. 3.5/5

Small Bones, Little Eyes by nila northSun and Jim Sagel (1981)
I purchased this book as a salve to a bout of depression and frustration, as I’ve found that nila’s voice centers me in my love for literature and this world more than most anyone. At first, I was shy to read Jim Sagel in the same book, since I’m unfamiliar with his work and really just wanted to hang out with nila, but I was pleasantly surprised to find what a powerful pairing they are together. Here’s one thing I haven’t yet said about nila’s work that I think is part of what draws me to it: while other authors may dispel stereotypes or try to provide them with greater depth, nila engages stereotypes with love that doesn’t tiptoe. It’s a shame our drunks can’t even just be broken drunks and instead must carry the additional shame of being a stereotype, a burden on their own. There’s a love nila carries, allowing people to be what they are without doing a racial tap dance. There’s a love in nila I feel extended to me, to all of us. Some about Jim so he doesn’t feel shortchanged: he has incredible poetry about naming in this collection, gorgeous portraits of different rural and rez characters that just vibrate off the page. “chocolate atole” might be the best poem I’ve read this year. 5/5

SNAKE IN HER MOUTH by nila northSun (1997)

These poems feel hot and dry inside your mouth as the Nevada desert. Each written in a characteristically thin stanza or a few, the simplicity and directness of the diction is sharp as a cacti pine. One of my new favorite poets, especially among Native writers. She's Chippewa Shoshone. 6/5

Winged Insects by Joel Long (1999)

Joel Long is a legend in Utah, spoken of in adoring tones, and up until I started reading this collection, I had little understood why as I had only watched him read briefly once and from a prose manuscript. It was good, but hardly, worth the twinkle in the eyes of his admirers. Winged Insects more than justifies the adoration. The collection ranges from sensual poems about nature, elegies for lost loved ones, erotic poetry to fatherhood poems. Each fit together, narrated in a thoughtful voice, full of wonder and love for his surroundings. Soulful, lyric, and rigorously written, it’s no wonder Long is considered the friendly neighborhood poet genius throughout Utah. I’m looking forward to picking up more of his work. For fans of Ross Gay, Nan Seymour, and Jamaal May. 4.5/5

 

 

April Round-up ft adrienne marie brown, Dayna Patterson

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WE WILL NOT CANCEL US / adrienne marie brown / 2020

What a challenging, compassionate book! I’m glad our social justice movements are amplifying voices as brave and nuanced as brown’s. I read this book in one sitting, and it took maybe two or so hours, carried through by her lucid and urgent writing, her asking the questions we need to consider to continue to grow the abolition movement.

I’ve grown a distaste for some of the prison abolitionist communities I’ve known, only because some seem to know much more about what they’re against than what they’re for. Sometimes they too gleefully launch obvious critiques against our current system while not actively seeking to build up alternatives to carceral justice. There are abolitionists who don’t give people in their own communities the resources and time to work through conflict or harm. Abolition demands that we build systems that truly care for and protect people, which means we need to get used to giving our time and mucking through the yuck of our comrades decision-making, traumas, and so forth to gain enough clarity to understand what needs to be healed, because that’s the only way to prevent violence instead of simply exiling it to another community.

I give this book a 5/5. I recommend it for anyone interested in social justice, social work, Black studies, feminism, and queer lit.

If Mother Braids a Waterfall / Dayna Patterson / 2020

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Perhaps feeling limited by all the stereotypes and connotations of bitterness and fury that ride along with ex-Mormon, Patterson coins a new terminology and in doing so carves out a new space for herself in what she calls the post-Mormon. Becoming post-Mormon is a process of grieving, where Patterson writes letters to her ancestors in attempts to honor or decipher their legacies, where poignant moments in Mormon history are unfolded from their origami shapes, and where Patterson finds not only sorrow but relief. My favorite poems are “Still Mormon,” “Our Lord Jesus in Drag,” “When I Beach,” “Thirty-Three Reasons Why: A Partial List,” and “I Could Never Be a Jehovah’s Witness.”

I recommend this book for anyone interested in Mormon studies, the West, religion, and genealogy through verse. 3/5

The Desert Hides Nothing / Ellen Meloy and Stephen Strom / 2020

This book is precious for the way it helps others appreciate and understand the beauty of the Southwest in all its hot, sandy, and dry beauty. Quick vignettes of Meloy’s startlingly poetic prose seduce readers into the landscape with odes on flowers, remoteness, liquid silence, ancient sea beds and more. As someone who somewhat grew up hating our desert, Meloy’s words invite me in, tell me what to look for, help me see the richness where my eyes once only saw thirst and sunburn. Strom’s photographs invite deeper meditation and contemplation, at once realist and abstract. Anyone living in the Mountain West knows it’s immensely difficult to capture the beauty of this place on camera. Strom’s photographs have a detail and breadth that lulls your eyes to meander over its pixels. I’m grateful for this book and will be using it to help my friends understand the beauty in this stark, dehydrated place.

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I recommend this book for anyone interested in landscape photography, the West, environmental literature, and poetry. 5/5

Index of Haunted Houses / Adam O. Davis / 2020

Fans of John Sibley Williams rejoice! Here comes another moody lyricist with an eye capable of seeing in the darkness. These poems read bullet-fast if you let them, passing by like ghosts, leaving you shifted—troubled and intrigued at the same time. There’s an interesting wrestle with the hauntings of racism in “Pacific Americana,” where the poet moans “Forgive us, History. We orphan everything we touch.” Those curious of whether or not they’d vibe with the poetics and imagery of this book, here’s a litmus test: Can you appreciate the haunted stillness of this image from “Ghost Story, 2020”:

The Earth a blue penny in a black pool.

My biggest beef with this collection is that when I interviewed Adam O. Davis for the Utah Book Festival in 2020, he seemed to imply that he didn’t really believe in ghosts. As someone who regularly communes with the religious, psychics, poets, spiritualists, and mystics, it seems clumsy to write a whole book using ghost as a lyric metaphor for your grief if you have not been haunted. The ghost seems boiled down to something abstract, rather than something visceral here.

I recommend this book to anyone interested in lyric poetry, contemporary American poetry, or someone who just needs something moody to play in the back of their skull.

Ask Baba Yaga: The Audiobook Collection / Taisia Kitaiskaia / 2020

Ask Baba Yaga: The Audiobook Collection / Taisia Kitaiskaia / 2020

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A fascinating cross between poetry, magic, and self-help, Ask Baba Yaga transforms one medium’s advice column into a rich book of prose poetry, tackling the complex contours of contemporary society with both classic questions like “how do I get over this breakup?” and some funny-ass curve balls like, “how do I stop falling in love with everyone I meet?” I especially appreciate the dives into deeply relatable 21st century questions like “How Do I Deal with Climate Change?” and “How Do I Live in Peace as a Trans Woman?”

I especially recommend this book for lovers of tarot and magic, but on the real, we all need this kind of medicine on occasion. If I were you, I’d buy an illustrated hard copy and read some advice out of it every morning. The advice is frequently heavily poetic and metaphor, taking cues from the cliches and phrases in the inquirer’s question and fleshing them out with fantasy and grit. There are plenty of cryptic bits like sticks of cinnamon to chew and suck. Baba Yaga’s wisdom has cold, glittering eyes, but sometimes snow angels are closest we’ll ever get to heaven. I give this book a 5/5.

Special thanks goes to RJ Walker and Elle Alder for introducing me to this book in their podcast Mancy. To check out Mancy, go here: https://www.mancypodcast.com/

August to March Round-Up: 27 Books!

Hello world,

August 2020 to October 2020, my only real goal every day was getting through my workday. My therapist specifically had me working on not caring how productive I was each day, so I can base my self-love and self-worth on something other than my productivity. I appreciate my therapist for the revolutionary challenge and change she sparked in me and my sense of self. It really helped connect me to a truer, more peaceful version of myself. Anyway, personal growth aside, I managed to keep reading a lot, but fell very behind on the book reviews. In late March 2020, I made the goal of writing a book review for every book I read throughout a year. In a desperate attempt to keep by my personal goal, here’s a round-up of 27 books I read that I didn’t get around to writing a complete blog post for.

Unforgetting: A Memoir of Family, Migration, Gangs, and Revolution in the Americas / Roberto Lovato / 2020

One of the most comprehensive books on the contemporary Salvadoran migrant experience ever written. I hope it becomes a classic in Central American and Latinx studies. It’s all here: 1932, the civil war, migration, understanding gang violence, and one man’s reflections and making sense of it all. It’s a book I wish I would have read when I was 13. Lovato is one of our fiercest and sharpest voices. With the swagger of a once-gang member, once-born again Christian, and once revolutionary, Lovato writes in searing, lucid prose. I recommend this book for anyone interested in Latinx and Latin American histories, international politics, memoir, war literature, or gang literature. 5/5

The Book of Delights / Ross Gay / 2019

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Written during the Trump era, Ross writes blunt, poetic observations of his daily life, in an attempt to flesh out the delight. In doing so, Ross opens our senses to the wonder and deliciousness, sometimes quotidian, sometimes spectacular, always somehow ubiquitous. Listening to this book is one of the most healing things I’ve done and practiced in the past month. This is not a book without its share of sorrow and loss, but a practice in staying present in the moment and finding the stars in the darkness. I recommend this book to everyone, but especially think it provides a valuable contribution to Black studies, as it focuses on Black joy rather than Black suffering. 5/5

Tao Te Ching: A Book about the Way and the Power of the Way / Lao Tzu, rendered by Ursula Le Guin / 2019

I first discovered the Tao Te Ching through a poetic rendition of it in my local library in 8th grade. It was about the same time I discovered The Gospel of Thomas and The Laughing Jesus: Religious Lies and Gnostic Wisdom, two books that rattled my sense of self and the world. At the time, it provided me with a larger sense of meaning and spirituality when my then-Mormon worldview began to fray at the edges.

When I saw that literary powerhouse Ursula Le Guin had a rendition, I got my hands on it immediately. I worked my way through this book in the mornings and re-discovered some of the hardest earned lessons of my life, elucidated in pocket-sized stanzas in a language clear as water. They served as important reminders in a world constantly trying to distract us and convince us of other urgencies and priorities. Le Guin’s rendition is by far my favorite. It includes helpful—not distracting or pedantic—footnotes that help you wrestle with the meaning of the text. The notes includes critiques, etymologies, competing translations, Le Guin’s own wrestlings with the difficult language and sometimes obscure meaning.

Many of the translations of the Tao te Ching lose its humor, its fluidity and its clarity, reveling instead in obscurity and literalism. Le Guin makes Lao Tzu feel human. I recommend this book to everyone, especially martial artists, philosophers, the religious, and anyone going through traumatic experiences. 5/5

Letters to a Young Brown Girl / Barbara Jane Reyes / 2020

I was first introduced to Barbara Jane Reyes through Soleil David during my MFA program. I am incredibly indebted to her as Reyes is—or at least should be—one of the most important voices in poetry land, especially when it comes to women of color. Written mostly in prose poetry, Letters to a Young Brown Girl reads with the clarity and down-to-earth-ness of Yesika Salgado and the blade of Natalie Diaz in my opinion, a great marriage of staple content and razor sharp form. Anyone looking for music recommendations will be grateful to see a series of poems inspired by songs important to Reyes coming of age. If you are trying to raise a young woman que no se deja, with as much metaphor as passion in her eyes, you want to pass along this book. If you are trying to raise a human who honors the grit and wisdom of the women in their lives, pass along this book. While aimed at a younger audience, it is not without maturity and wisdom. I recommend this book to anyone interested in Filipinx literature, Asian studies, YA literature, and contemporary poetry. 3/5

Summerlost / Allie Condie / 2016

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I should begin this quick review by admitting, I was very resistant to liking this book. It’s about Cedar City, a place where I worked overtime almost every week, basically had zero friends, was suffocated by whiteness and conservativism, and where I was incredibly lonely. Condie’s attempts to portray the place in a wistful, poetic, and even beautiful light were not welcomed by me!

Condie’s middle-grade novel covers the story of a young biracial (white and Asian) girl who has recently lost her father and younger brother to a car accident. Written in short, micro-fiction sized chapters, the book moves along quickly while somehow still capturing the smell-the-roses pace and atmosphere of life in rural Utah. Grief, especially at such a young age, is difficult to capture. Yet here, with tenderness, Condie renders the healing of a young girl, who finds ways to treasure and remember those she has lost, while developing new relationships and memories to push her forward. I'm also heartened—and I should say it, impressed!—to see the inclusion of a biracial Asian American character without letting racial issues subsume the rest of the book. The protagonist is a fully developed character and not merely a microcosm of larger race issues.

I recommend this book for everyone, especially 1) children dealing with grief and death, 2) white people trying to learn how to write POC characters, 3) people who need an easy read that will nurture and warm them and won’t demand your work brain to be on without sacrificing craft. This is a book you can cozy up to after a difficult day. 5/5

Appropriation: A Provocation / Paisley Rekdal / 2021

Writing about cultural appropriation usually makes me wanna pull my hair out. Even when I agree with the authors of the think pieces and hot takes, it’s a hard thing to talk about without sounding like you are too woke, foaming at the mouth, the champions of so-called “cancel culture.” Here, Paisley steps into these troubled waters with the grace of a dolphin who knows choreographed swimming routines. She manages to talk about these thorny issues with a clear-eyed precision, compassion, and without become belaboring. The fear of offending someone and clumsily crossing a line haunts many contemporary writers, so it is especially apt and touching to see this collection of essays written to an imaginary student, wrestling with insecurities and difficult subject material, who is asking for advice. This book should be required in every creative writing curriculum, and it should have been required decades ago. It would have saved many a young writer from the grief of muddling through these complicated issues on their own. It would have saved quite a few from getting their work trampled for sloppy renditions of cultures they didn’t know enough about.

I recommend this book to every creator, writer, and artist. It should be a staple of ethnic studies. It should win a grammy too. 5/5

Hood Criaturas / féi hernandez / 2020

féi deserves a spot in poetry right next to Danez Smith and Christopher Soto. Nonbinary, undocumented, and 100% magical, their debut collection of poems has an explosive use of form from the guttural anger of the prose poems “dontcomeformyhood” and “Brunch” to the slick quatrains of “When They Leave, a Pantoum.” While the collection deals with the very real traumas of PTSD and migration, it also celebrates and fights for its joy in poems like “first real nations of nations”. féi has so much soul and punch. I am grateful to get to peer into their light. I recommend this book to anyone interested in undocu literature, LGBTQ+ literature, Latinx literature, “political” poetry and contemporary poetry. 4/5

American Grief in Four Stages / Sadie Hoagland / 2019

14 stories in 155 pages, each with their own seductive sadness. I found myself sinking deeper into my seat, lowering into the sofa breathing this one in deep. These are inglorioIus struggles: a military veteran half-heartedly attempting to kindle a romantic relationship, a teenager trying to make sense of the suicide of his bright and popular little brother. The only reason I’m not giving this five out of five is because a few stories didn’t jump as high as the others, including “Fucking Aztecs” which repeats unfortunate stereotypes about natives. I especially dug stories like "Dementia, 1692”, which takes us back to witch hunts in Puritan America with a glass melting rhythm and sorrow. I recommend this collection to anyone interested in short fiction. 3.5/5

The Beethoven Sequence / Gerald Elias / 2020

I didn’t finish this political thriller. I stopped on this passage and realized all my suspicions that The Beethoven Sequence was, in fact, a bad book, and not simply a book that I wasn’t really interested were true. I especially hated that this book used the really politically fraught story of a man falsely accused of sexual violence as a mere plot device. Here is the passage that made me finally give up on reading, admittedly a couple of hundred pages too late:

“I’ve got this Mr. Clean fantasy,” she says, kissing the top of his head. “I have this thing about bald men. Have I ever mentioned that?”

“Even bald sex offenders?”

“They’re the best kind.”

His hand is inside her bathrobe, and he stands up to make it easier for her to find his zipper. He hasn’t been with a woman since the nightmare started eleven years before. Before his wife left him. Before he spent nine lonely years in prison. He can’t wait any longer. He presses his mouth against hers and she presses back. He pins her on her back on the kitchen table. She tears at his jeans and underpants and grasps his penis, pulling it insider her. He unties her robe and squeezes her breasts, hard. Eyes closed and her head back, she supports herself on her elbows, wrapping her legs around Whitmore’s waist. Her right hand falls into Whitmore’s dinner plate. As he presses into her, she grabs a handful of potato salad and coleslaw and smears it over his face and stuffs it into his mouth. Covering his lips with hers, the two of them tongue the food back and forth from one mouth to the other.

“You like chicken?” she whispers as she licks his face.

“What kind of question is that?” he pants. “Yeah. I suppose.”

“Good. Me, too.”

Feeling behind her for the remains of a chicken drumstick, she clutches it and slowly slides it into and then out of his mouth, as far as it will go, both of them licking at it, sucking on it. She wraps an arm around his neck as he rides her, his body spasming out of control. His wraps his arms around her back, pulling her toward him. He wants it to go on forever, but it has been such a long time. He shudders as he empties himself into her. He sinks onto her chest, panting, laughing, and crying at the same time.

“House confinement has its rewards,” he says, when his breath returns.”

I don’t recommend this book. 0/5

Women Who Run With Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype / Clarissa Pinkola Estés / 1989 & Under Saturn’s Shadow: The Wounding and Healing of Men / James Sollis / 1994

I read Women Who Run With Wolves because it was recommended to me my many women of color in my life and even my therapist. I read Under Saturn’s Shadow, similarly, because men of color close to me found this title powerful. Both these books strengths are also their greatest weaknesses. Namely, they both essentialize and flatten men and women a tad bit too much to fit into the archetypes they are interested in. As someone whose gender identity and expression doesn’t fit neatly into femininity or masculinity, I struggled a lot to see myself in either book, although I felt pieces of both deep inside me. Women Who Run With Wolves is especially for women who have had to repress themselves under the pressure of racism and patriarchy. Under Saturn’s Shadow is especially for men with a lack of father figures in their lives. Both have deep poetic moments that will sweep you off your feet—it just might not be the norm. If you aren’t into Freudian and Jungian psychology, these probably aren’t for you. I give both 2.5/5.

Avatar: The Last Airbender - The Promise / Gene Luen Yang / 2012

I stepped into the Avatar comic series tentatively. I read them for free online, even watched a couple dubbed on YouTube. At the time, I was dreadfully depressed and needed something to just get me to the next day. So I binged, escaping into the world of Avatar. I was impressed by how good the comics are! It’s hard to keep the integrity of such a beloved and masteful series, but Gene Luen Yang pulls it off! Here tensions between Avatar Aang and Fire Lord Zuko emerge as Zuko begins to negotiate with the Earth Kingdom over colonized lands. The plot creates a powerful snapshot of some of the complex cultural mixing that happen during colonization and lived up to my hopes and dreams for the series. I recommend this to all youth and anyone interested in children’s literature. 5/5

Avatar: The Last Airbender - The Search / Gene Luen Yang / 2013

One of the greatest mysteries in the Avatar series is what happens to Zuko’s mom. This comic rewards fans’ patience and curiosity and doesn’t fail to deliver a powerful, coherent story, covering this important mystery in Avatar lore, doing a great job of capturing the struggles of women in oppressive marriages. I recommend this to all youth and anyone interested in children’s literature. 5/5

Avatar: The Last Airbender - The Rift / Gene Luen Yang / 2014

This comic is especially good for talking with children about the complications of modernization and the importance of environmental stewardship. Avatar Aang fails to create balance in this issue, prioritizing friendships over peace between humans and spirits. This is a fraught decision, and Yang handles it well. 4/5

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Smoke and Shadow / Gene Luen Yang / 2015

This comic rewards us with the return of our favorite villain Azula, and she is somehow even more mad, reckless, and bone-chilling. She goes to ghastly extremes to disrupt Zuko’s reign in this one. Zuko learns hard lessons about the dark side of power and the importance of freedom. 5/5

Avatar: The Last Airbender: North and South / Gene Luen Yang / 2016

This series is especially good for talking about intracultural colonization and conflict. Katara and Sokka have to navigate not only coming from a defeated culture whose knowledge has largely been destroyed by war, but also trying to figure out power dynamics with sister tribes with more power. It is a little heavy on the politicking in my opinion, but a decent contribution the Avatar world 3/5

The Legend of Korra: Turf Wars / Michael Dante DiMartino / 2017

Again, I was impressed by how they sustained the integrity and the feel of the TV series. So, I enjoyed and was annoyed by all the same aspects of the comics as I was of the TV series. That said, I deeply enjoyed the way the series navigated the Korra and Asami’s lesbian relationship, creating believable conflict in a supportive family. The new villain is a logical outcome of the spirit world intermingling with the human world. 3/5

The Legend of Korra: Ruins of Empire / Michael Dante DiMartino / 2019

Here, DiMartino tries to create a redemption arc for Kuvira and deals with election stealing. It may have been the less-than-graceful attempts to reconcile Kuvira’s crimes and create a transformed character. It may have been the fact I was reading this alongside endless news about the US election. But this one had me as dissatisfied with it as I was with the Kuvira arc. 2/5

Them: Why We Hate Each Other—and How to Heal / Ben Sasse / 2018

As I live in a red state, I follow conservative Reddit, am a registered Republican, and now read conservative books to try to understand how to best do cultural and social justice work in this state. Sasse is an interesting figure in the Republican party, voting to impeach Trump but otherwise your run-of-the-mill small-town Republican with a love of pickup trucks, fear of porn, and belief in small governments. I profoundly disagree with Sasse’s romanticization of US history. In one passage, for example, he strains, arguing that the US is exceptional for abolishing slavery, ignoring the fact that plenty of Latin American and European countries abolished slavery before us. Abolishing slavery is a low standard for “exceptional” behavior and even in the scheme of the rest of the world, we were mediocre at best. If you can get past the warped and idealized renditions of US history and tearful patriotism on occasion, you might feel the empathy Sasse has for people navigating the digital revolution and the love he has for community building. Sasse might get a little preachy about building an authentic meaningful work and family life and about avoiding the toxicities of social media, but the majority of Sasse’s observations are hard to disagree with. I recommend this book to anyone trying to understand contemporary US conservatism and contemporary American politics. 2/5

The Only Good Indians / Stephen Graham Jones / 2020

I fell in love with Stephen Graham Jones when I first read Mapping the Interior last February. Jones is literary without pretension, popular for his horror and fantasy that draws heavily on Native lore, social issues, and intergenerational trauma. In the first story, racism is just as threatening of a force as the fantasy monster, as he is chased by both bigoted white men and an elk-monster. In general, his characters are Native men at various levels of stuckness, trying and failing to gain a better grip on their social and economic circumstances. It’s absolutely chilling to see some of them descend into madness, narrated in a brilliantly eerie voice and turn. His characters speak like real people of color, swearing, throwing shade on white folk, and navigating fraught cultural heritages. I recommend this book to anyone interested in horror, fantasy, Native literature, and fiction. 4/5

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Calvin and Hobbes: Volume 1 / Bill Watterson / 1987

My partner bought me this book for Christmas because I never really read Calvin and Hobbes much and the comic strip was an important part of her childhood and is a fundamental part of her humor. While these comics didn’t often make me laugh out loud, they are incredibly charming. I particularly enjoyed watching how the comics played with gender, sometimes even subverting some masculine expectations for a tickle. C&H is wholesome, pure playfulness is a world that seems to very interesting versions of that. 4/5

Homegoing / Yaa Gyasi / 2016

Following a well-worn path in Black literature, this novel covers the story of a family in a Ghanaian village, eventually torn apart by the slave trade. It alternates the perspectives of the family left behind in Ghana, as well as the part of the family that will become African American and carries us all the way to the present. I especially appreciated the African portions of the novel, as they traced less familiar terrain (to me), including 1) the story of family that did business in the slave trade and the conflict it created between relatives 2) the story of a queer son in Ghana, navigating African leadership and social pressures of the slave era, and 3) the story of a woman condemned for witchcraft and the death of her child. Deeply lyric and wounding, Gyasi’s writing is carefully carved, chiseled sharp and penetrating. I recommend this book to anyone interested in multiple perspectives in fiction, stories about intergenerational trauma, and Black literature. 4/5

My Woman Card is Anti-Native and Other Two Spirit Truths / Petrona Xemi Tapepechul / 2016

A transgender woman, language worker, actor, poet, playwright, model, and the Artistic Director of Angel Rose Artist Collective, Petrona Xemi Tapepechul is a beauty and joy we don’t deserve. She works with ANIS to preserve the Nawat language in Central America. This collection centers on identity development, especially in fraught politicized contexts. You can critique it for its bluntness, use of form, and the centering of its stanzas, but if you’re reading it for polished literary craft, you’re here for the wrong reasons. This is an enunciation of self, creating space in a world trying to kill you, and doing it with finesse. Xemi is a force. 3/5

Terroir: Love out of Place / Natasha Sajé / 2020

I should start this off by saying I am absolutely the worst person to review this book. Natasha Sajé has been my mentor, former professor, letter of recommend writer, and has—like any teacher—shaped me for better and worse. As a young slam poet, I troubled her office hours with my dreams of becoming a great writer, and she carefully, albeit brutally honestly, provided me with feedback, excellent opportunities, and a place to work out my relationship with writing. I got my feelings hurt a couple of times, some of which I blame on my own arrogance and naivete, and other times due to my own frustrations that Natasha was not the hip-hop-fluent, Spanish-speaking, Central American mentor I really wanted. Our relationship has evolved from one of student-teacher, to colleague-colleague in some ways. I would not be anywhere near where I am today without Natasha, and I’m indebted and grateful for her mentorship. Needless to say, however, our relationship is rich and complex.

As much as I got a small window into her academic presence and felt like I knew her, I knew extremely little about her life and what shaped her. My first year of grad school I read a short essay by Natasha online and was stunned to learn that Natasha was once married to a Black man and that he died tragically and that I likely first met her when she was in the throes of her mourning.

Terroir is an uncomfortable book for many reasons. It deals with the grief of losing her husband and her journey of growth as a white person on racial issues. There are some sticky moments, as when describing her father’s racism, Sajé writes out the N-word, among other slurs her father used. She describes people of color using the clichés of chocolate and food. And while I’m sure that there are a number of moments in the book that will make some people of color cringe, its value comes in Sajé’s willingness to be vulnerable and acknowledging her past mistakes. This is hard work, but as far as white people processing race issues goes, it’s a worthwhile effort.

My favorite parts of the book were the bits that described her queer coming-of-age and her lesbian marriage. Natasha did a great job capturing the beauty of her relationships, whether its with her late husband, current partner, or childhood caregiver. I recommend this book for anyone interested in reading up about relationships, memoirs, and white perspectives on racial issues. 2/5

Always Running: La Vida Loca: Gang Days in LA / Luis Rodriguez / 1993

A predecessor to Unforgetting above, Always Running tells the gritty tale of Luis Rodriguez’s turbulent coming-of-age, including the sex, drugs, gang life, and racism he experienced as a kid. It serves as a powerful map of his way out violent behavior, including the social and school programs that provided important outlets and space for Latinx youth to process issues important to their lives. Always Running includes a fiery argument in favor of ethnic studies courses in high school and the importance for youth of color to see themselves represented. Rodriguez highlights the young women who led his high school activism and the young girlfriends that were good influences on his life.

This book broke into my soul. It covers race riots, murders, drug addiction, the too often unacknowledged scars communities of color suffer generation after generation. It is a required read in LA county I heard, and it should be a required read everywhere in North America. 5/5

The Shadow of Kyoshi / F. C. Yee / 2020

Kyoshi’s conflict with Kuruk, her efforts to create effective change rather than petty vigilante justice, and her conflict with Yun create a tense path for her to follow. While I’m usually not a fan of the politic heavy aspects of certain Avatar storylines, Yee manages to make them interesting by portraying them through Kyoshi’s unique perspective as an orphan turned Avatar and her general clumsiness as Avatar. We get to share her frustration and confusion at the elaborate social rituals of the Fire nation for example. This book was the entertaining, adventurous, emotional read I was hoping for. I recommend it to anyone interested in Fantasy, Asian literature, LGBTQ+ relationships in literature, martial arts, and YA lit.

Disparates / Patrick Madden / 2020

in Disparates, Provo Writer Patrick Madden is purposefully frivolous, tacking in his essays tangential musings whose charm is found in their quirkiness, their dorkiness. This can be really tickling and clever if you are into the vibe, but in general they are the dad jokes of an erudite English professor. I recommend this to anyone interested in seeing the range of forms used in contemporary non-fiction essays. 2/5

Memorias from the Beltway / Mauricio Novoa / 2020

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This is a hard-hitting poetry collection with lines that will dagger and snipe like a battle rapper. An heir to the styles of John Murillo and Quique Aviles, Mauricio Novoa reps DC Salvis well. With references to Romero and Roque, poems that are raps with an easygoing fluency in rhyme, this book is everything I love about poetry. Here, Novoa writes about his upbringing in the Beltway, rapping about basketball, police violence, poverty, yes, but also touching poems about his father’s tenderness on Novoa’s first day of school or “Muthafuckin’ Trees,” which is a city boy’s ode to nature. I’m especially grateful for this gift and look forward to tracing Novoa’s sure to be exciting literary career. I recommend this book to anyone interested in Salvi lit, Central American lit, Hip-hop, contemporary poetry, rhyme, and men of color. 5/5

Virga & Bone / Craig Childs / 2019

Virga & Bone / Craig Childs / 2019

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I first encountered the work of Craig Childs at Star Hall in Moab, Utah. The room was packed with locals hanging on his every word, especially as he described the rapturous beauty of flying through a virga. My partner was so impressed by his passion that she bought a copy of his book. While she was getting it signed, she mentioned she was a PhD student in Literature and a bashful Childs told her he wrote the book very, very hastily and to please not judge him too harshly. After reading Virga & Bone, all I have to say is if this isn’t Childs in top form, then Child’s other books must be bomb-ass. A true romanticist, his writing swells and sighs over our landscape. A snappy read, the language glides beneath your eyes like a magic carpet. Childs speaks with the voice of someone eroded, but not hardened by desert. He speaks with a blunt wisdom about its dangers and risks, but also with undeniable and infectious love. At the event, Childs talked about how his real aim in writing is not to make people read, but to make people go out to reverently, ecstatically experience the wonders of the Southwest on their own. His books are only supposed to hold you down while you wait for your next excursion, as most of us can’t live a nomadic life backpacking across our sparse, sparkling deserts.

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Another aspect of the book I appreciate is Child’s understanding of the history of the land. He weaves in bits of Navajo language and culture without stereotyping or exoticizing. Neither does it feel like he is speaking over or for Navajos or other indigenous groups. Reflecting on his relationship to the land, he argues, “If there was ever an illegal alien, I felt like one. I was walking over histories as if the earth was the only history, an error of arrogance and blindness I didn’t know I had… I’d been speaking it thinking myself a prince, an explorer. Now I was exploring the trenches of a canyon looking for the way out.” While I cringed at the word “illegal alien,” I appreciate his gesture of acknowledging how his whiteness shaped his relationship with the land and how part of the work of knowing this land is knowing its history beyond European colonialism. Later on, Childs speaks of the Southwest as an “exchange route”, a “Silk Road of North America.” In describing the history of the landscape, he names the atrocities, the “children in cages,” “murdered women,” and “concentration camps.” Childs uses the Southwest’s history as a counterargument against harsh and strict immigration policy. “Ask any shell trader a thousand years ago and they’d tell you that blocking the flow in a place like this will be a problem,” Childs reminds us. For someone who manages to stay otherwise politically neutral, I deeply appreciate these clear-eyed gestures.

If you love the outdoors, you’ll love Childs work.

I recommend this book for anyone interested in Utah, non-fiction, environmentalism, and deserts.

The Bear River Massacre: A Shoshone History / Darren Parry / 2019

Did you know that the largest massacre of Native Americans in the United States happened in Idaho? If you, like me, answered no to that question, you should pick up The Bear River Massacre: A Shoshone History by Darren Parry. This book is a palpable act of love and an attempt to heal a Utah still suffering from the aftermath of this massacre.

Parry begins with a chapter about his grandmother Mae Timbimboo Parry, a Shoshone historian who instilled in young Darren the importance of their cultural heritage and implanted in him the stories he shares in this book. Those wanting a critical scholarly historiography of the events should turn elsewhere. Parry’s style is much more akin to a testimony meeting than an academic essay. A six-generation Shoshone-Latter-Day-Saint, his particular perspective is both a boon and a burden to the narrative. It provides an intimacy with the material and a moral authority very few can deliver. At times, however, Parry’s own gentleness and Christlike turning of the other cheek is suffocating to someone as young and angry as me. My suspicion is that this gentleness is perfect for coaxing the fragility of non-natives and conservatives, as they grapple with the blatant injustice experienced by the Shoshone. Published by Common Consent Press, a non-profit publisher dedicated to producing affordable, high-quality books that help define and shape the Latter-day Saint experience, I hope the book finds an audience of non-native latter-day-saints ready to wrestle with the legacy of white supremacy and settler colonialism of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints. The book is extraordinarily kind to the non-native (or culturally assimilated native) reader, providing a whole chapter on what amounts to Shoshone anthropology. As a bonus at the end, Parry even includes his grandmother’s notes on traditional Shoshone food sources and uses, complete with handwritten descriptions and drawings of plants! The book strives to not just provide readers with a historical account of the Bear River Massacre, but an overview of the plight and condition of the Northwestern Shoshone. I would compare it most to The Souls of Black Folk by W.E.B. Du Bois in that regard. Teachers, please, this book is begging to be used as an educational text!

A hunter-gatherer civilization, the Northwestern Shoshone were largely peaceful in their interactions with the encroaching latter-day-saint settlers. Scuffles between other Shoshones/native peoples and the white settlers, however, blew back on the Northwestern Shoshone, including a November 25, 1863 attack that left two Natives and two white men dead, which served as a pretense for the massacre because racist white people can’t tell people of color apart. Even the gun-shy, Darren Parry notes, “Again, the Indian men involved were not from the Northwestern Band, but to the white authorities and settlers, Indians were Indians, and there was not much inclination to distinguish between the local Natives and those from other bands” (42). This attack, among others, led Patrick Edward Connor to eventually massacre at least 400 of the men, women, and children of the Northwestern Shoshone. Connor was a Northern commander in the Civil War sent to Utah to “protect overland routes from attacks by the Indians and quell a possible Mormon uprising” (35). Parry gives the impression that Connor was restless, eager to put his skills to use subduing Southern rebels, rather than “babysitting” the latter-day-saints. Whatever the case, because of Connor, Parry and his people were raised with stories of the massacre, of family members escaping by ingenious methods, of babies suffocated to prevent giving away their location, of many other heartrending tales Parry graciously provides.

Following the devastation of the massacre, Chief Sagwitch chooses to attempt to assimilate his people into the latter-day-saint way of life. Parry closely follows the perspective of Chief Sagwitch, the Shoshone chief responsible for converting most of his community to the LDS faith and bridging the cultural divide between latter-day-saints and Northwestern Band of the Shoshone Nation. So the story goes, Sagwitch received the revelation that:

“There was a time when our Father who lived above the clouds loved our fathers who lived long ago. His face shone bright upon them and their skins were white like the white man. Then they were wise and wrote books and the Father above the clouds talked with them. But after a while our people would not hear him and they quarreled and stole and fought until the Great Father got mad and turned his back on them. By doing this, He caused a shade to come over them and their skins turned black. And now we cannot see as the white man sees, because the Great Fathers face is towards him and His back is towards us. But after a while, the Great Father will quit being mad and He will turn his face towards us. Then our skins will become white.” (58-59)

Parry offers this story with surprisingly little commentary to unpack the internalized racism, anti-blackness, and white supremacy in this revelation, other than pointing out that this story fits cleanly with others from the Book of Mormon. I’m not sure what to do with this positionality yet. It is clear from Parry’s accounting that there were other voices in the Northwestern Shoshone community that felt like the Book of Mormon was only for white men (58), but their perspectives are marginalized in the text. Surely, there must be another path to the Northwestern Shoshone to remain faithful to their chosen latter-day-saint faith and still reckon with the racist attitudes of their forefathers. Thanks to Sagwitch’s leadership, however, most of the Northwestern Shoshone converted to mormonism, even if the syncretized their practices, as is common with many natives who converted to some form of Christianity.

What followed were several collaborations by native and white latter-day-saints to build a native settlement, working hard to convert a hunter-gatherer culture to an agricultural one. There are many obvious challenges to this, one of which seems to be the mismanagement by white leaders of their settlements. Parry notes that “often the Indians were only paid through food and supplies,” which usually is referred to as slavery (74). For many reasons, these settlements largely failed, harboring resentment in native communities. Despite that, natives still donated over 1000 hours to the building of the Logan temple, a fact Parry belabors in the book, and eventually built a successful community in Washakie.

In Washakie, however, the Northwestern Shoshone faced another monumental setback as after a while white latter-day-saints received orders to burn down the houses of their native neighbors while they were gone visiting family or running other errands. In the appendices, Parry includes the testimonies of many natives who lost their property, including sacred belongings in the fire. These acts of arson form another psychic wound on the Shoshone imagination that informs their current positions and outlooks.

As Parry narrates how these histories impact the present, he balances holding the church accountable with being optimistic about the ways assimilation has impacted his people. On one hand, he states, “things cannot be made right, although we should continue to [try]” (89). Lines like these show his understanding of how acute and permanent some of the damage has been. On the the other hand, he states, “Through assimilation, we have been blessed.” This quote follows another anti-black quote about God making native skins dark because of their sin (90).

My own indigenous Salvadoran ancestors likely took the route of cultural assimilation as well, after La Matanza of 1932, where over 30,000 indigenous peasants were massacred. After the killings, indigenous peoples frequently abandoned their traditional ways of dressing and their language. The pain of these massacres is still palpable in the Salvadoran cultural imagination and is one of the many factors leading to the Salvadoran Civil War. I mention this because I want to be clear in stating that I am not judging Sagwitch or his community for making the decisions they needed to in order to survive. The duty of the surviving generation, however, is to heal and reckon with the full weight of the past. The Bear River Massacre is a great first step in that direction that will hopefully open the door to more radical and diverse perspectives within the Native community.

On page 53, Parry includes (and critiques) the text of a plaque that still stands in Franklin County monument site that reads, “Attacks by the Indians on the peaceful inhabitants of this vicinity led to the final battle here on January 29, 1863….” Such a disgusting revision of history still lives in many Utah schools and communities. May Perry’s book bring us a step closer to listening to the voices of those murdered that January day.

I recommend this book for anyone interested in Native American history, American history, and creative non-fiction.

In Pain: A Bioethicist's Personal Struggle with Opioids / Travis Rieder / 2019

In Pain: A Bioethicist’s Personal Struggle with Opioids by Travis Rieder is an infuriating read. In a slick, blunt style, Rieder, an ethicist and professor, describes the fallout of a motorcycle accident that led to his dependence on opioids for a brief but harrowing couple of months. In crystalline detail, Rieder breaks down the way the US healthcare system failed him—from treating him with suspicion when he desperately needed pain relief to failing to create an adequate plan to wean him off opioids once they were prescribed. At one point, Rieder narrates how the doctors literally told him to simply get back on the drugs when the withdrawal symptoms were too much for him to bear. This is a problematic solution, as it would only forestall the inevitable pain of withdrawal and deepen his brain’s dependence on opioids.

The book is made all the more infuriating when you realize how wildly privileged Rieder is: he is a cisgender, heterosexual white man working as a professor in a prestigious university. Many of his colleagues even work in the healthcare system! He had a strong family support, including a bad ass wife who really held him down throughout his slow and painful recovery. If the most white of white people isn’t safe from opioid dependence, if the most white of white people doesn’t receive adequate care from the health care system. what hope do trans people, do people of color, do poor people have? Rieder’s harrowing account makes it painfully obvious why so many authors fall victim to opioid dependence and addiction.

Rieder, ultimately, does a decent job navigating his privilege as he shares his story. Early on, he notes that people of color, especially Black people, are frequently under-prescribed pain medicine because doctor’s assume that they don’t feel as much pain as white people. Later on, Rieder narrates a moment where his colleagues point out his immense privilege to him. In the moment, his university colleagues ask him why he didn’t share his challenges with them earlier, later pointing out the immense strength of stigma surrounding opioid dependence. None of these reflections does much to soften the blow, however, and I found myself gritting my teeth in frustration as I learned the disappointing shortcomings of our healthcare system specifically when it comes to opioids.

In Pain is a bit of a oddball when it comes to reading. I would compare it most to Michael Pollan’s How to Change Your Mind. Rieder shifts between emotional memoir style writing, easily the most compelling parts of the book, to a medical history of the use of opioids, outlining its major challengers and proponents. True to the ethicist in him, it includes philosophical breakdowns of the difficulty of measuring pain and the difference between dependence and addiction. Early on, it becomes clear that Rieder is one smart cookie, well equipped to tease out the issues at stake and how his experience illuminates aspects of the opioid crisis. Taking a even-handed approach, Rieder argues against the outright expulsion of opioids from medicine, instead advocating for more careful use and better pain education for medical professionals.

On a personal note, I deeply appreciated Rieder’s narration of his trauma. Those who have undergone immense trauma will hear echoes of their own stories in Rieder’s, no matter how different. Trauma is time-consuming. It’s incredible how on fire one’s world can be, while the rest of the world moves on carelessly. It’s heartbreaking and heartwarming to read about how much one’s family (or friends) will sacrifice to keep the victim sane and afloat. Survivors will recognize Rieder as one of their own.

I recommend this read for anyone interested in our healthcare system, medical humanities, the war on drugs, memoir, and philosophy.

A Black Women's History of the United States / Daina Ramey Berry and Kali Nicole Gross / 2020

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A Black Woman’s History of the United States .was everything I could have hoped for and somehow more. I dreamed of a book that would give me the history erased in so many classrooms. What I received is a book that managed to be insightful every step of the way, even when recounting oft-repeated stories of the middle passage and the civil rights movement. I was grateful and surprised to find that the book prominently features lesbian and trans Black women, as far back as the times of slavery. What follows is my messy attempt to share some of the coolest women I learned about and some of my musings regarding choices in the text. Learning about these figures is an ongoing process and this blog post in itself is an attempt to further cement this history into my brain.

1) Here are two fascinating pieces of nuance about the civil war: a) many Black women also hated Union soldiers because they would steal food and at times violate Black woman. While the racism of the north is obvious, the violence it would cause Black women when they were being “liberated” by Union soldiers is not talked about. b) Rebel soldiers sometimes used Blackface to trick Union soldiers. I find this shocking and disgusting on so many levels, and didn’t know about that piece of history before.

2) Black women were part and parcel of civil war efforts. They made up 36% of the nurses during the war. They also literally would use the movement of clothes on clotheslines as a secret code to giveaway the position of rebel military leaders and armies.

3) The scholars narrate the extraordinary stories of Millie and Christine McKoy, conjoined twins and performers, who were repeatedly violated by medical professionals, kidnapped, and regarded as “freaks of nature.” I first learned of the McKoy sisters from Tyehimba Jess’s Pulitzer Prize winning collection Olio where he magnificently captures their stories in a series of interlocking contrapuntals. Jess’s retelling of their story manages to turn tragedy to triumph, so I appreciated the scholars for their sobering account of the difficulties the women faced.

4) Black women’s hair was literally policed by the Tignon laws in 1784. Black women incredibly responded by creatively expressing themselves through beautiful headscarves.

5) Sara Jane Woodson Early was the first Black person to serve on the faculty of a university. She later moved down South to dedicate her life to educating Black girls.

Sculpture by Mary Edmonia Lewis

Sculpture by Mary Edmonia Lewis

6) Mary Edmonia Lewis was a Black and Chippewa lesbian, abolitionist, and sculptor of note who moved to Italy to escape the American racial politics. She had international acclaim as a sculptor during slavery times!

7) The radical history of Lucy Parsons was included, an American labor organizer, radical socialist, and anarcho-communist! Too often the story of Black intellectuals begins with WEB Du Bois and Booker T Washington, when there were in fact many, many figures, including those taking radical leftist positions.

8) Gladys Bently is an American blues singer, lesbian, who cross-dressed and sometimes was back up by a chorus of drag queens. This was during the Harlem Renaissance!

9) Rosa Parks used to work as a detective as a young woman and was especially important in building cases against white rapists of Black women. Read more here: https://www.history.com/news/before-the-bus-rosa-parks-was-a-sexual-assault-investigator

10) Alice Sampson Presto was a Black suffragist, who again is barely ever talked about.

11) The trickiest part of this history for me is the way it navigated indigeneity. Earlier on, the authors make a key distinction between slaveholders (Blacks) and enslavers (non-Blacks): “The term slaveholders is deliberately used to represent African-Americans who held other African Americans in bondage. The term enslavers refers to someone who forces people into the system of slavery. The term slaveholder refers to someone who holds another person in slavery without the full power of a system to support the practice.” This seems fair enough, except that Native Americans get pinged as enslavers, as if they had “the full power of a system to support the practice [of slavery.].” I am willing to believe the authors are correct in setting Native Americans on the same level as white people, but as someone unfamiliar with the complicated histories of Native Americans and Black folks when it came to slavery, I just wish they would have bothered to make their argument. Elsewhere, another quiet alarm went off in my head when they began narrating the history of Black women who joined European expeditions to the Americas. The scholars referred to them as “explorers” rather than “conquistadores,” even though the missions were clearly colonial in their aims. This is complicated territory no doubt. I just wish the authors would have tumbled in the weeds a bit more here.

12) Pauli Murray was a bad-ass genderqueer lawyer, women’s rights activist, and poet, whose perhaps best known for talking about Jane Crow, or the way Jim Crow laws affected women.

13) Ann Petry, author of The Street, became the first African-American female novelist to sell more than a million copies of her book.

14) Shirley Anita Chisholm became the first Black woman elected to the US Congress and she became the first Black candidate for a major party’s nomination for the President of the United States.

15) Frances Beal wrote Double Jeopardy: To be Black and Female, a foundational text I’m frustrated I only now am learning about it.

This blog post is little more than a treasure trove of trails for me to further study and learn about. I’m grateful these scholars undertook this major book that made this learning possible for me.

I recommend this book to anyone interested in Black history, women’s history, or the history of the US.

Children of the Land / Marcelo Hernandez Castillo / 2020

When I picked up Children of the Land, I knew to expect a book both poignant and painful, riddled with the traumas of the undocumented experience. I knew Marcelo Hernandez Castillo’s mother, for example, had experienced domestic violence at the hands of his father. I knew that same father would be deported and eventually kidnapped by the cartels. I expected a critical analysis of the undocumented condition. Hernandez Castillo is a prominent activist and undocumented figure, advocating for undocumented students on college campuses and nationwide with his UndocuPoets campaign. My first year of grad school, I organized to have him visit Indiana University. His work inspired my own work supporting undocumented communities in Bloomington, Indiana and led to some meaningful changes in the Indiana University system. In his poetry, Hernandez Castillo excels at lyric confessionalism dense with enigmatic imagery. This is the mountain of expectation I brought to Hernandez Castillo’s work.

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His memoir surprised and crushed me in other ways, however. Gone is Hernandez Castillo’s suffocatingly tender lyric surrealism. In its stead, we have a raw and bare-boned testimonio style voice, patiently yet bitterly detailing the ways the undocumented condition of his family shaped their histories in ways that are unavoidably tragic, even if overcome. His memoir becomes a testament to all that human beings can survive, sort of. This is not a feel-good story of immigrants overcoming against all odds. Hernandez Castillo excruciatingly details the ways the immigration system with its panopticon of laws and its irrational processes fucks up your self-image, fucks up your family, fucks up your relationships. Hernandez Castillo’s willingness to make his own neuroses and shortcomings bare were uncomfortable to read. Take for example Hernandez Castillo’s survivors’s’ guilt. It becomes so burdensome that halfway through the book he describes feeling guilty taking showers because migrants crossing the border do not have water. There are moments like this throughout the book, where we witness just how deep the trauma of our immigration system can dig its nails into the human psyche.

Especially compared to his poetry, the memoir is extremely accessible. He even took the time to translate basic Spanish, like mijo, into English. For these reasons, I hope this book becomes a must-read for those unfamiliar with the struggles of the undocumented community. As someone with undocumented people in my family, as someone who studied and worked beside undocumented students, I was not surprised by anything in the memoir. This disappointed me at first. But in time, I came to accept the book’s need to narrate its story. Stories like Marcelo’s are essential to scribe out in excruciating detail if this country will ever come to terms with all the wrongs of its immigration system.

While Yosimar Reyes uplifts the undocumented community by promoting UndocuJoy, Marcelo Hernandez Castillo does the necessary work of documenting the pain. While art is frequently given the role of healing oppressed communities, Hernandez Castillo narrates a story where healing does not seem possible, especially not in a neat or clean way. What is the role of art in the face of irreversible trauma then? Perhaps to show what a worthwhile life can look like when common notions of healing are impossible.

I recommend this book to anyone interested in memoir, the undocumented condition, queer and Latinx literature.

God Save the Queens: The Essential History of Women in Hip-hop / Kathy Iandoli / 2019

Raised on a steady diet of bars and breakbeats, I take pride on my knowledge of hip-hop. As a rapper and teacher of the poetics of rap, I take myself to be more than a casual listener. I picked up God Save the Queens: The Essential History of Women in Hip-hop hopeful to have my understanding of hip-hop history challenged and my playlist blessed by a batch of new-to-me female emcees. On both counts, the book didn’t disappoint.

Acclaimed hip-hop journalist Kathy Iandoli shows how women were central to the story of hip-hop from the start: It was Kool Herc’s sister, Cindy Campbell, who came up with the idea to throw hip-hop’s first party to raise funds for her back-to-school wardrobe. Women also lay claim to the first hook in hip-hop on “Funk You Up” by The Sequence, an accomplishment usually attributed to Kurtis Blow on “The Breaks.” In the early chapters, I most appreciate Iandoli for introducing me to Sparky D, Monie Love, JJ Fad, Oaktown’s 357, Queen Pen, and Us Girls; I appreciate her for re-introducing me to Roxanne Shanté, who I’ve subsequently fallen in love with, MC Lyte, Queen Latifah, Yo-Yo, Ladybug Mecca, and Salt N Peppa. Here, I especially appreciate how Iandoli outlines the way Roxanne Shanté transformed battle rap at the age of 14. By my estimation, Iandoli’s greatest blunder in these early chapters describing the birth of hip-hop and female rappers of the 80s is her failure to include anything about female gang culture in New York at the time. Hip-hop was in many ways a response to gang culture of New York, a story frequently dominated by boys and men, although there were also female cliques with their own histories.

As the book started to dip into hip-hop history more familiar to me, into the eras of Rah Digga, Lil Kim, and Foxy Brown, and Da Brat, I was disappointed by Iandoli’s over-emphasis on numbers, how many hit songs the women managed to produce. While commercial success is a laudable accomplishment and an important landmark in hip-hop history, I appreciated the moments where the book dove into the personal stories of emcees, as it had with Roxanne Shanté. Otherwise, the brief sprinkling of biographical detail makes the personal feel more tabloid-ish than analytical, historical, and political. In the 90s and early 2000s, Iandoli focuses her attention on Gangsta Boo of Three 6 Mafia, Missy Elliot and of course the incomparable Ms. Hill. As someone raised in the “Stay Fly” era of Three 6 Mafia, I appreciate Iandoli for reintroducing me to their dark and melodic earlier music.

Iandoli successfully breaks down how the hip-hop industry limited women, placing them in either a sex kitten or Nubian goddess binary early on, before pressuring all their female acts into the sex kitten category by the emergence of Lil Kim. Throughout these conversations, it was strange not to hear an invocation of Audre Lorde’s “The Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power.” Perhaps this is a place where Iandoli’s perspective as a white woman falls short a little.

Once the book entered eras of hip-hop I was more familiar with, the number of insights I experienced went down significantly. Although I still encountered a plethora of new-to-me names, including Amanda Blank, Audra, the Rapper, Bahamadia, Charli Baltimore, Amil, Kid Sister, Lady Luck, Nyemiah Supreme, Invincible, and Sister Souljah. I was most excited by Sister Souljah, who became a member of Public Enemy and whose fiery rhetoric is raw and ragingly woke.

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This book’s greatest sin is its exclusion of Noname. Other female emcees inexplicably left out of the conversation include Doja Cat. Nitty Scott, Princess Nokia, CHIKA, cupcakKe, Ill Camille, Blimes, Mystic, Yungen Blakrob, Gifted Gab, Gavlyn, and Reverie. This happens because Iandoli wrote a mainstream-centric book, which is a shame considering the plethora of female emcees doing truly groundbreaking work right now. No one needs to read more about Nicki Minaj and Cardi B when there’s so many other female emcees doing genre extended work.

There are two more significant criticisms I have of the book: 1) It’s emcee-centric, trailing the stories of female emcees almost exclusively. Hip-hop is more than just rapping. An Essential History of Women in Hip-hop should talk to us about our female deejays, producers, b-girls, graf-writers, fashionistas, and poets. 2) It is US and English-centric. Hip-hop is a global phenomenon. It is shame that the book could not make room for our legendary Latin American raperas, such as Ivy Queen (who has rapped on stages for complete days while pregnant!), La Materialista, Rebeca Lane, y innumerable otras, whether they speak Spanish, French, Zapotec, or whatever else.

Ivy Queen performing pregnant in 2013.

Ivy Queen performing pregnant in 2013.

I recommend this book for anyone interested in feminism, women’s history, and hip-hop.

The Women's War / Robert Evans / March 2020

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Radio journalist Robert Evans is one of my problematic faves. His claim to fame is his equal parts horrifying and hilarious history podcast Behind the Bastards, where he and a comedian delve through the tangled and twisted backstories of the worst people in history. His podcast includes deep dives into Saddam Hussein’s erotic novels and the astrologer who managed the Reagan presidency, for example. Evans’s journalistic style is penetrative and cynical in the same way Charles Bowden is penetrative and cynical, only what Evans lacks in poetry he makes up for in bitter humor. The show’s forays into the worst that mankind has to offer is deeply educational, teaching me more about history and humanity than my high school history classes ever did. On a personal level, I appreciate a solid analysis on difficult parts of history because it’s darkly comforting to see my life in perspective. My problems can seem so big until they are placed on a larger landscape.

That said, sometimes Robert isn’t the best narrator for a given story. His episode on “The Complete Insane History of American Border Militias” is case in point. I listened to the episodes begrudgingly sifting the useful information on border militias while gagging on the hacked, hackneyed ironic liberal jokes that left an icky feeling in my stomach. The comedians on the show have no easy task—they literally have to spin jokes out of genocides and the like. But the smarter guests either find a way to forge genuinely hilarious perspectives of the dark material or somberly/soberly realize they should stop kidding around.

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Evans’s latest podcast The Women’s War steps on similarly difficult territory. At best, it is a fraught and probing introduction to Rojava, the feminist anarchist stateless region in northeast Syria, known to most Americans as simply the Kurds. At worst, it is a piece of war tourism that spreads misconceptions about one of the most complicated regions of the world. For The Women’s War, Evans joined a british journalist on a trip to Rojava to learn whether Rojava is truly the anarchist feminist revolutionary stronghold it is portrayed as in some leftist media.

Those who expect strict objectivity and professionalism from their journalists will likely be disappointed by Evans’s antics throughout the show. Fans of Evans’s will get more of his wry down-to-earth observations and self-deprecating style. He openly discusses getting drunk and being hungover during parts of his trip, for example, and even commemorates the trip with a tattoo on the podcast. One of the most disappointing moment, however, came when Evans’s talked about feeling most frustrated by borders when he got caught up at a border stop for a few extra hours. It’s an obvious point of privilege if your greatest frustration with a border is the few hours it has taken from your day, rather than family separation or the lost life of your loved one.

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Faux paus and disclaimers aside, the podcast is profoundly moving, as it successfully simplifies the complicated backstory behind Rojava for listeners who aren’t political theorists or global studies scholars. Evans’s narrates a complicated gender landscape, full of women wearing niqabs, women packing heat, sometimes at the same time. Underpinning the experiment in Rojava is the belief that the first form of totalitarianism is man’s subjugation of women, which began in the formation of the first city states. Evans’s fixer, Habat, is an inspiring woman, whose liveliness, tenacity, and sharp eye are evident in the various clips they include of her perspectives and observations. I particularly appreciated an analysis of the Venus of Willendorf as an anatomically correct figure of a pregnant woman used by ancient medical professionals. Male scholars had reduced the artifact to a mere erotica.

Most inspiring is the region’s attempts at restorative justice. The maximum penalty for anyone in Rojava is 20 years in prison. It’s moving to see people attempt to create a system that truly believes in socially reforming people most of us would rather exile or cast aside as criminals or terrorists. Here, Evans’s critical eye is especially appreciated, as he questions and considers this ideological stance thoroughly, even ending his podcast with a predictably frustrating conversation with Isis brides imprisoned in Rojava. It is incredible that the only people in the world who seem willing to experiment/execute some of the most complex and hopeful forms of justice are literally under siege by Turkey, Isis, among other groups, and drastically under-resourced compared to many nations across the globe.

Lastly, I appreciated Evans’s situating his podcast in a longer history of anti-imperialism. He shapes the emotional landscape of the project by alluding to two revolutionary songs in particular:

Bella Ciao:

Go Home British Soldiers:

For those unaccustomed to the grisly details of war and subjugation, listening to this podcast will be difficult. I recommend it for anyone interested in global studies, anarchism, feminism, and the Middle East. For those who would prefer to learn about Rojava without a white american man filtering the information, Pratik Raghu, a doctoral candidate in Global Studies at UCSB recommended the graphic novel Kobane Calling: Greetings from Northern Syria by Zerocalcare, A Small Key Can Open a Large Door, and Burn Down the American Plantation by the Revolutionary Abolitionist Movement (AK Press).

Inheritance: A Memoir of Genealogy, Paternity and Love by Dani Shapiro

I had the blessing of participating in a book group made up of medical professionals for work and consequently binge-listened to Dani Shapiro narrate her memoir Inheritance on Audible. Shapiro earnestly narrates the rupture she experienced after a genetic test made her realize the father that raised her is not her biological father. Hailing from a very traditional Ashkenazi Jewish family, the discovery carries an atypical amount of cultural consequence. The memoir narrates Shapiro’s journey tracking down her biological father, an aged, accomplished doctor who was promised anonymity when he donated semen as a medical student. Shapiro also spends the bulk of the memoir unpacking the spiritual and psychological “trauma” (Shapiro’s word) she experienced as a result of the test results.

If that last sentence sounds like an overstatement of the psychological fallout of discovering you have a different biological parent at age fifty-four, most of the medical professionals agree with you. It’s hard not to side-eye when Shapiro talks about her “trauma” as a matter of “survival” several times throughout the text. Shapiro doesn’t help herself by being rather harsh and misunderstanding of her biological father’s initial reluctance to invite her into his life. Many in the group, me included, felt as if Shapiro was rather myopic, failing to see things from other perspectives, be it her mother’s, social father’s, or biological father’s. It’s not that discovering a family secret that morphs the matter of your identity wouldn’t be painful, difficult, and disruptive. It’s just that Shapiro taxes her readers patience by belaboring the issue and failing to approach the new information with curiosity rather than aversion.

It’s not even as if Shapiro didn’t have good people supporting her throughout her journey. Her mother’s surviving friend wisely told her, regardless of biology, “your father is still your father.” A rabbi tells her she could choose to view the test results as a form of cultural exile and unbelonging or as finding an additional home. Shapiro glides over these attempted interventions into her identity crisis, instead choosing to continue to ruminate over her innate sense of being different and not belonging.

While there are great moments of humor in the written version of the text, Shapiro’s earnest delivery sucked the joy out of those moments in the audio book. At one point, Shapiro describes how her childhood photo was used in a Christmas ad, which many found hilarious (including members of her family) because she comes from a very traditional Jewish family, for example. It wasn’t until the book group that realized how funny that moment was, because of Shapiro’s delivery really dampened the effect.

A frustrating narrator isn’t necessarily a bad thing for a book or group discussions, however. It can give a group something to pick apart.

The power of this text lies largely in the conversations it opens in regards to medical ethics and family history. The facilitator of our group mentioned that when she teaches this book to undergrads they erupt with stories of familial scandal. This book can help open discussion about non-traditional parentage, which is much more common than we think yet often secret and unspoken. The book also is a great conversation starter about medical ethics, including the recent artificial insemination fraud scandals that have received national coverage. It is disappointing that Shapiro chose to narrate her personal journey without including a more journalistic and researched history of artificial insemination and other related practices. This book is more about Shapiro then it is about medical ethics to a fault.

I recommend this book for anyone interested in memoir and medical ethics.

The Poet and The Murderer: A True Story of Literary Crime and the Art of Forgery

The Poet and the Murderer: A True Story of Literary Crime and the Art of Forgery / Simon Worrall / 2002

Sometime in fall of 2019, I became fascinated with the story of Mark Hofmann, a Mormon forger and murderer whose work blurred the line between truth and fiction, between history and fantasy. The story of Mark Hofmann should be a key part of any Mormon or historian’s education. Briefly, the story goes like this: a young bibliophile and rare books dealer forges dozens of historical documents, fooling both historians and the leadership of the LDS church. In his forgeries, he provided “evidence” that Joseph Smith dabbled in folk magic (which is ultimately true) and necromancy (which is true if you consider baptisms for the dead necromancy, but not true any other way). His strategy was to sell these embarrassing “historical” documents to the church for large sums of money (tens of thousands of dollars) so they may suppress them, then leak their contents to the press to embarrass the church. Hofmann ultimately forged the handwriting of 129 different historical characters, including Martin Harris, Emily Dickinson, Mark Twain, and others!

Hofmann, however, bit off more than he could chew. He churned out so many rare, impossible documents he was bound to get caught eventually. His problem is that he kept going for more and more ambitious forgeries. As the scrutinizing eyes of his debt collectors and manuscript dealers began to close in on him, he went on a bombing spree that resulted in the deaths of two people. He eventually confessed to his forgeries, although scholars and the public alike are suspicious. Can we trust a pathological liar to tell us about all his forgeries? What if he’s lying about how much he forged to brag and bolster his legend? Hofmann sold both legitimate and illegitimate documents, so just because Hofmann touched an artifact doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a counterfeit. My heart breaks for all the poor historians whose work got mangled by his crimes.

For those interested in learning more about Hofmann and his crimes, The Poet and the Murderer by Simon Worrall might be a good place to start.

Be warned, Worrall is not an excellent writer. Sometimes, he mangles his sentences. Other times, he revels in inappropriate allusions and similes, both of which are connected to other blind spots in his work. Check out this bizarre comparison, for example: “Among some African tribes boys are separated from their mothers at the age of fourteen and sent into the bush, where they learn to become warriors. Similarly, young Mormon men are taken from their families and sent out into the world to become warriors for God”. Not only are these two rites of passage extremely dissimilar, Worrall’s depiction of a generic African tribal society reduces a culturally specific practice to a stereotype.

Worrall’s treatment of Mormon history is thorough, but dismally biased. This particular comparison Worrall utilized will show you what I mean: “These local community organizations are the eyes and ears of the Church, funneling reports of disobedience and dissent up through the system in much the same way that local party officials in Communist China keep tabs on local neighborhoods.” This claim is made too flippantly and does little to reveal the true nature of church organization. Instead, it relies on the reader’s xenophobia and fear of communism to villainize the church. At another point, Worrall writes, “Mormons also learns from a young age to recognize each other by means of a series of signs and symbols known only to them.” This line made me laugh out loud. As someone raised Mormon, I was surprised to hear so.

Unfortunately, like many books in the true crime genre, Worrall also ultimately romanticizes Hofmann, and once again, Worrall’s similes provide a few clear examples. When describing Hofmann’s forays into hypnosis, Worrall writes, “like a Zen master, Hofmann would eventually gain almost total control of his mind and emotions. It was these extraordinary psychic powers that enabled him to control and manipulate others.” Comparing a sociopath to a Zen master is simply inappropriate. Moves like this happen throughout the text.

Where the book succeeds and what makes it worthwhile is its contextualizing of Hofmann’s work within a tradition of Mormon forgery. Once I learned of Hofmann’s story, I was struck with its parallels to Joseph Smith’s life. Early church leaders, including Joseph Smith, forged money or worked closely with Mormon forgers like David McKenzie and Peter Haws. Worrall succeeds in showing how Hofmann is a particularly Mormon villain who in some ways is just like Joseph Smith—that is, a brilliant, charismatic con man who knew how to make people believe what he was saying. Ultimately, I found The Poet and the Murderer satisfying because it did a great job highlighting this tradition and Hofmann’s parallels with Joseph.

Worrall also provides snappy narration about aspects of Emily Dickinson’s life, the story of the poor librarian who fundraised 24k to unwittingly purchase Hofmann’s forgery of a Dickinson poem, and the larger history of forgery in general. The text is sprawling and a reader will definitely feel bumps in the road between chapters, as Worrall awkwardly dances between Hofmann’s story and Dickinson’s. That said, it was an enjoyable enough read.

I recommend this book for anyone interested in forgery or Mormon history.

How to Change Your Mind: What the New Science of Psychedelics Teaches Us About Consciousness, Dying, Addiction, Depression, and Transcendence by Michael Pollan

‘I started graduate school when I was twenty-two. According to some of my professors and peers, this meant I was yet incapable of depth and genius, at least in comparison to my peers older than twenty-five: the age when humans begin to think with their prefrontal cortex (the rational part of their brain) more than their amygdala (the emotional part of their brain). Never mind the fact I felt less insecure and published more than some of my older peers, the fact of my biological development meant more to them than the muscle of my work. Not surprisingly, my twenty-fifth year came without any out-of-the-ordinary growth or major epiphanies, despite the developmental milestone.

While I do not want to dismiss the importance of the prefrontal cortex’s maturation and its significance in changing human behavior, one of the more fascinating insights of Michael Pollan’s “How to Change Your Mind: What the New Science of Psychedelics Teach Us About Consciousness, Dying, Addiction, Depression, and Transcendence” was it argued that the rigidity of the mature, older brain could, in fact, stifle genius and creativity necessary for innovation. Our minds, according to modern neuroscience, functions a bit like artificial intelligence, taking in information from our senses, then making educated guesses to fill in the blanks or shape the material in the window of our mind. Our senses are not transparent windows to an outer world, it seems; everything we experience is an interpretation of our minds. As we age, our interpretations may become less and less flexible, making us unable to see problems or experiences from new angles. Psychedelics, Pollan argues, can disrupt the rote patterns of an experienced mind, opening people to new insights into problems and perspectives on the world.

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“How to Change Your Mind” is a fascinating piece of non-fiction. Part historical overview of psychedelics, part memoir, part lay-person literature review of contemporary psychedelic research, Pollan manages to provide a captivating and coolly narrated introduction to almost anything a neophyte would want to know about psychedelics. Eschewing the evangelistic and impassioned, or even feverish, tone popular in familiar iterations of psychedelic writing, Pollan’s narration is dominated by a sober, rational tone and a clear line of argument. This tone is definitely necessary in order to make Pollan’s writing credible and more persuasive for anyone suspicious of psychedelic exuberance. At times, however, it does seem to make Pollan’s interior life as somewhat devoid of the spiritual. As someone familiar with the emotional explosions of spiritual revelation and poetry, he can seem a bit stiff at times.

In particular, I wish Pollan would have shaken off the observational tone in places where race was central to his narration. Take Pollan’s narration of white people’s discovery of the “magic” mushrooms of the natives of the Sierra Mazteca. Maria Sabina, an indigenous Maztecan, provided the mushrooms to two Americans for the first time, so the story goes, and inadvertently ended up triggering a cultural revolution, as these two went on to spread the word, eventually leading to the famous feature in Life Magazine “Seeking the Magic Mushroom”. The magazine feature led thousands of tourists to swarm the once remote indigenous village, drawing the unwanted attention of law enforcement. The mushrooms became scarce. Sabina was ostracized from her community. The violation of an indigenous community’s environment and way of life is an crucial, unavoidable part of the history of psychedelics. And while Pollan competently narrates the history, there were times I just wish he would bare his teeth a little more and strike at some of the toxicities part and parcel of Western culture.

Perhaps the only major shortcoming of the work is Pollan’s treatment on race. I left the book being able to tell someone much more about American and European research on psychedelics, rather than the millenia-spanning history of indigenous practices. For a book concerned with the therapeutic uses of psychedelics, “How to Change Your Mind” glossed over the curandera uses of the velada and other indigenous practices, which probably merit chapter of their own. I imagine some of this information must be difficult to access, but if Pollan can go through the trouble of finding the underground community of psychonauts and therapists illegally using psychedelics, of pummeling his way through contemporary neuroscience, and of imbibing psychedelics himself, surely he could go through the trouble of familiarizing himself with the indigenous communities who preserved this practice despite extreme repression from Christian authorities.

Another sticky and tricky unexplored racial tension in the work is some researchers and enthusiasts tendency to use psychedelics as a way of “eating the other,” in the bell hooks’ sense of the phrase. Why do these psychedelic trips seem to encourage the orientalism of some of the researchers and enthusiasts? In moments like these, an observational side-eye is warranted, if not a more direct criticism.

Pollan does an amazing and thorough job of reporting the advancements made via psychedelics, although not all the advancements are as new as the title of the book implies. As Pollan himself acknowledges, much of the new research is retracing the ground researchers trekked in the 50s and 60s before psychedelic research became taboo. While the book didn’t necessarily change my mind about psychedelics—I was already inclined to believe they could be useful in psychotherapy—it did provide me with a robust set of arguments to advocate for their use in treatments for depression, addiction, and the existential dread of dying common in terminally ill patients. It has also guided me into an understanding about the safest way to use these drugs. Prior to reading the book, I assumed my C-PTSD would make any trip especially unpleasant for me, if not dangerous. Although its not legal yet, a trip guided by a shaman or psychotherapist could actually prove to be a transcendental experience, even for the severely traumatized.

My reading of “How to Change Your Mind” is informed by my own research into C-PTSD and Internal Family Systems Therapy, as well as by my EMDR and Brainspotting therapy sessions. Internal Family Systems Therapy “is an approach to psychotherapy that identifies and addresses multiple sub-personalities or families within each person’s mental system.” According to my therapist, this form of therapy is inherently spiritual. EMDR and Brainspotting, on the other hand, both use free association to heal unconscious, somatic wounds. Suffice to say, I have had plenty of material to evolve my understanding of the self, the limits of human perception, and how to heal my mind. One of the most energizing aspects of scientific research into psychedelics is that many users experience something inherently spiritual, forcing science to wrestle in unfamiliar territory. Pollan does an especially great job asking the right questions when it comes to expanding the bounds of science.

One of my favorite aspects of “How to Change Your Mind” is the expansive ways it asks you to consider perception. I have spent a lot more time engaging in the humbling experience of pondering other forms of consciousness, such as that of plants and animals, in an attempt to better understand my own limits and strengths. The book allows you to vicariously experience psychedelic trips, in a sense, and even that experience is rife with power.

“How to Change Your Mind” is a thoroughly enjoyable read, intelligent without being opaque or jargon-laden, personal without being indulgent. I recommend this book to anyone studying neuroscience, religion, Buddhism, the war on drugs, philosophy of the mind and self, psychology, mental illness, and mental wellness.

Go Ahead In The Rain: Notes To A Tribe Called Quest by Hanif Abdurraqib

Go Ahead in the Rain / Hanif Abdurraqib / University of Texas Press / 2019

When We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service dropped in November 11, 2016, all I could hear was my own wounds. At the time, the people around me hadn’t even found the courage to name Donald Trump, instead referring to him as 45 or awkwardly stumbling around his name in conversation. I had lost a relationship to a romantic interest and mentor in what was easily the worst heartbreak of my life. I was building a community for undocumented students in a hostile conservative environment. In my headphones, I had Emilio Rojas (especially I hate Donald Trump), Residente, Jamila Woods, and J. Cole. As an ardent hip-hop head literally co-teaching a Poetics of Rap class with Adrian Matejka, I knew I was supposed to listen to and love the new Tribe album. I simply couldn’t find it in me to digest it.

In need of a soulful and relaxing read, I turned to Go Ahead in the Rain: Notes to A Tribe Called Quest by Hanif Abdurraqib a couple of weeks ago. I wanted an audiobook fluid and clear enough to listen to while I played video games, but still meaningful and important enough that I wouldn’t be better served by listening to music. I have been a long-time fan of Abdurraqib’s work. In 2013, I had the blessing of competing against him at the National Poetry Slam in Boston, before the Button Poetry deal, before the best-selling essay collections. There is a small place in my heart where a poet like Hanif will always exist in the crowded dimly lit slam venues, where he, she, or they will grace the stage and then disappear, forever out of your reach, only emblazoned on your memory. I come from communities historically excluded from publishing houses and official literary spaces. So, perhaps you can understand my joy as I began to see Abdurraqib’s star ascend. I eagerly purchased his first poetry collection and wrote this novice book review of his work. Now I turn to Abdurraqib’s work whenever I need a long and passionate eye, a stout and sturdy shoulder to turn to.

For newcomers to Abdurraqib’s essays, Go Ahead In The Rain steers far from the objective journalistic and academic style you might expect from a history book. This isn’t to say the book isn’t well-researched. Rather, Abdurraqib’s work is known—and loved—for his deeply personal forays into the contexts surrounding his subjects, including the material of his own life. Go Ahead In The Rain, for example, also narrates a portion of Abdurraqib’s middle school years and the definition of “cool” he had to navigate. A move like this would likely come across as navel-gazing or self-indulgent done by other writers. In Abdurraqib’s essays, such forays always imbue his subject with new and often surprising meaning. Understanding the definition of “cool” operative in Abdurraqib’s middle school in Columbus, Ohio proves enlightening to understanding the cultural niche the Native Tongues carved out for themselves.

Whether you’re watching The Get Down or Hip-Hop Evolution, or whether you’re reading The Rap Yearbook or Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop, you will inevitably notice the repetition of some of hip-hop’s most dramatic moments. Whether we are talking about hip-hop’s birth in the condemned streets of the Bronx or the beef between Biggie and Pac, there are stories hip-hop heads know and hold dearly. One of the sticks Tribe fans will measure this book by is how well Abdurraqib narrates these stories. For me, I love it when an artist can tell me a story I’ve heard a thousand times and still manage to teach me something new or keep me invested in the emotional narrative when I already know the ending of the story. I was excited by the narrative fluidity Abdurraqib brought to these stories, weaving personal narrative and hip-hop/political trivia into Tribe’s story without boring me or making me feel as if I am simply too old to appreciate what this story has to offer.

I especially dug Abdurraqib’s tender approach when narrating the tensions between Tip and Phife, his honest and critical appraisal of The Love Movement and its lukewarm reception, and his refusal to omit his own admittedly immature anger at Tip when Tribe broke up. No one could narrate the disappointments of Phife’s solo career with as gentle and loving of a hand as Abdurraqib. It was Abdurraqib who I turned to when Phife died, and he wrote this gorgeous elegy for him. One of the most heartbreaking and moving segments of the book is when Abdurraqib writes a letter to Cheryl Boyce-Taylor, Phife Dawg’s surviving mother who also happens to be a remarkable poet in her own right. The letter gives the reader a chance to glimpse at an intimacy and engagement with grief and death that only those whose shouldered its burden would know.

I wrote this book review re-listening to We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service, and entering more fully into its experience, grateful Abdurraqib gave me the push to explore not just Tribe, but a handful of classic hip-hop acts I have yet to get around to. For me, that is the true success of this book. I only interrupted listening sessions of the audiobook to return to the music, both familiar and new-to-me, Abdurraqib was engaging.  

I recommend this book to anyone interested in Hip-hop, Music, Black Studies, Biography, and creative non-fiction.