Category Archives: identity

James Weldon Johnson’s Ex-Colored Man

I’m not sure where this little book came from / how it ended up on my shelf, but I’m glad it did. This somewhat abridged version of James Weldon Johnson’s Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man (first published in 1912) was made

James Weldon Johnson’s Ex-Colored Man

I’m not sure where this little book came from / how it ended up on my shelf, but I’m glad it did. This somewhat abridged version of James Weldon Johnson’s Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man (first published in 1912) was made

George S. Schuyler’s “Black No More” (1931)

During my preparation for my exam on modernism, I also read a few things about the Harlem Renaissance, and it was in one of those that I came across a mention of Black No More by George S. Schuyler. The two-sentence summary

George S. Schuyler’s “Black No More” (1931)

During my preparation for my exam on modernism, I also read a few things about the Harlem Renaissance, and it was in one of those that I came across a mention of Black No More by George S. Schuyler. The two-sentence summary

“Problems with People” (David Guterson)

Alfred A. Knopf was kind enough to send me a review copy of David Guterson’s Problems with People and I think it’s a collection well worth talking about. First off, I really enjoyed reading it. The stories, while there are recurring

“Problems with People” (David Guterson)

Alfred A. Knopf was kind enough to send me a review copy of David Guterson’s Problems with People and I think it’s a collection well worth talking about. First off, I really enjoyed reading it. The stories, while there are recurring

Growing up in Spanish Harlem: Ernesto Quinonez’ “Bodega Dreams”

The third Latino novel I’m going to talk about is quite different from both of the other two (Dreaming in Cuban, How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents). Unlike the protagonists of the other novels, Chino has spent all his

Growing up in Spanish Harlem: Ernesto Quinonez’ “Bodega Dreams”

The third Latino novel I’m going to talk about is quite different from both of the other two (Dreaming in Cuban, How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents). Unlike the protagonists of the other novels, Chino has spent all his

Julia Alvarez: How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents

This is one of the texts we’ll be reading in the Latino Literature class I’m taking this fall. Since there’s a lot of reading and I’ll have my hands full from next week until Christmas, pretty much literally, I thought

Julia Alvarez: How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents

This is one of the texts we’ll be reading in the Latino Literature class I’m taking this fall. Since there’s a lot of reading and I’ll have my hands full from next week until Christmas, pretty much literally, I thought

the vulgarity of man: geronimo rex (barry hannah)

i don’t like blurbs or big praise actually printed on the book, or in the book as an introduction, but the NYT quote on the front cover is quite appropriate really: “A stunning piece of entertainment … vulgar, ribald, and

the vulgarity of man: geronimo rex (barry hannah)

i don’t like blurbs or big praise actually printed on the book, or in the book as an introduction, but the NYT quote on the front cover is quite appropriate really: “A stunning piece of entertainment … vulgar, ribald, and

reading southwards (faulkner)

i have read a good number of books, stories, poems, plays etc in my time, but there’s always more. this is a wonderful thing! and since my exploration of literature has been somewhat lopsided toward british lit, here’s my chance

reading southwards (faulkner)

i have read a good number of books, stories, poems, plays etc in my time, but there’s always more. this is a wonderful thing! and since my exploration of literature has been somewhat lopsided toward british lit, here’s my chance

puppets without strings: the magic toyshop (angela carter)

It’s a little ironic, really, that I bought this book in autumn 1999 (when I first came to Reading University) just to carry it around with me / have it wait in boxes and on shelves until last saturday, and

puppets without strings: the magic toyshop (angela carter)

It’s a little ironic, really, that I bought this book in autumn 1999 (when I first came to Reading University) just to carry it around with me / have it wait in boxes and on shelves until last saturday, and

adding glass snails to your CV (hejinian, "my life")

i had to think of this book this morning, for some reason, and so i’m going to share… this was actually homework for a class a few years ago, but since i really did enjoy this read, and since the

adding glass snails to your CV (hejinian, "my life")

i had to think of this book this morning, for some reason, and so i’m going to share… this was actually homework for a class a few years ago, but since i really did enjoy this read, and since the

ephemeral reading – meet the thomsons!

wanda gretton: The Thomsons at Home – Everyday Life in England (stuttgart, 1951, ernst klett) Early in the morning the rising sun divides sky and sea and land. Travelling westwards across the North Sea, it reaches the green fields of

ephemeral reading – meet the thomsons!

wanda gretton: The Thomsons at Home – Everyday Life in England (stuttgart, 1951, ernst klett) Early in the morning the rising sun divides sky and sea and land. Travelling westwards across the North Sea, it reaches the green fields of

culture – even yoghurt has it (kloeppel vs. madison)

browsing in one of my habitual bookstores i came across two books strategically placed next to each other: carol kloeppel’s “dear germany” and… john madison’s “nothing for ungood” both are books by americans about living in germany. both are marketed

culture – even yoghurt has it (kloeppel vs. madison)

browsing in one of my habitual bookstores i came across two books strategically placed next to each other: carol kloeppel’s “dear germany” and… john madison’s “nothing for ungood” both are books by americans about living in germany. both are marketed

scented gardens for the blind

  The winds of love blow only in the forests of people; without them there is no more caring. And what is it, precisely, that has vanished? Truth may be a vast ocean within reach of all but how genuine

scented gardens for the blind

  The winds of love blow only in the forests of people; without them there is no more caring. And what is it, precisely, that has vanished? Truth may be a vast ocean within reach of all but how genuine