Literary Wives: The Stars Are Fire

I've failed this month. I've probably failed at more important things than reading the Literary Wives book pick, Anita Shreve's The Stars Are Fire (2017), but I always feel particularly melancholy when I don't hit my reading goals. My reading for the past two months has been dominated by academic journal articles and books about... Continue Reading →

Advertisements

What I Read in October 2018

Here’s what I read last month in five-word reviews. I did a lot of academic reading in October for an upcoming research trip to South African and Botswana.   Now We Are Six by A. A. Milne: cute poems for Pooh lovers This Mournable Body by Tsitsi Dangarembga: after war woman wanders, falters Rubyfruit Jungle... Continue Reading →

What I Read in September 2018

Here is my September reading in in five-word reviews. It was a good month! The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro: lovely reread; regrets are haunting Living a Feminist Life by Sara Ahmed: casually written brilliant caring theory The Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love by bell hooks: empathetic critique of toxic masculinity... Continue Reading →

Silences

I've been pretty silent on social media lately, and on this blog. I used to speak up about current events, social practices, academic theory, morality, etc. But for the last two years, I haven't spoken up. I'm not sure why. There's a lot of discomfort within me because of this. After reading Rhetoric Retold: Regendering... Continue Reading →

Reading Internationally

When I was working on my Master's degree, I took a world literature class in which we read books by Anita Desai (Indian), Khaled Hosseini (Afghan-born American), and Edna O'Brien (Irish). I've also engaged with more popular and award-winning authors, like Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (Nigerian) and Jhumpa Lahiri (American of Indian origin). Nevertheless, I really... Continue Reading →

What I Read in August 2018

Here is my August reading wrap-up in five-word "reviews." True Grit by Charles Portis: rare case movie was better Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan: excess, snobbery almost ruin love The Last Man by Mary Shelley: lonely rambling epic of philosophy Friends and Relations by Elizabeth Bowen: dense prose describes English families The Quiet Side... Continue Reading →

Crazy Rich Asians Trilogy

I've been enjoying the trilogy by Kevin Kwan that starts with the book Crazy Rich Asians. I wanted to read them before seeing the new movie, and I've had a lot of fun doing so. They aren't great literature. They aren't full of redeeming philosophies. But they are entertaining. Reading them is a guilty pleasure!... Continue Reading →

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑