Black in Blues, Imani Perry

As I was reading this book (or rather, listening to the audiobook), I get thinking to myself — I’m so glad that Imani Perry has reached a level of prestige where she gets to write whatever she wants. And then I’d question myself — wait, couldn’t I do that too? I mean, seemingly, yes, butContinueContinue reading “Black in Blues, Imani Perry”

Fire Exit, Morgan Talty

Although the novel grabbed me from its opening sentence, it also sort of snuck up on me, in that I suddenly realized, as I was reading, that I cared an awful lot about the characters and what they were going through — they felt very real. This is especially impressive, because first-person narratives are rarelyContinueContinue reading “Fire Exit, Morgan Talty”

It’s Lonely at the Centre of the Earth, Zoe Thorogood

One of the students in my graphic novels class last semester recommended this to me, and it is awesome. Part portrait of an emerging artist, part road trip adventure story, part depression memoir, with this wonderfully playful punk rock sensibility. Anything can happen. I was moved, I cackled, and I said “woah!” in fairly equalContinueContinue reading “It’s Lonely at the Centre of the Earth, Zoe Thorogood”

Miss May Does Not Exist, Carrie Courogen

I came to this book knowing absolutely nothing about Elaine May, and so I was, I suppose, very open to being persuaded that she is a misunderstood genius. I remember the Far Side comic about Ishtar (I had to ask my dad to explain it to me), and I guess I had uncritically accepted theContinueContinue reading “Miss May Does Not Exist, Carrie Courogen”