Here are some books I’ve lately enjoyed, boiled down to concentrated truisms useful for holiday table talk, you’re welcome.
Octavia Butler: Young black women should rebuild our communities.
Wild Seed: The real fantasy here is that a woman can make herself wonderful/beautiful/powerful/loveable enough to ensure the dude won’t kill her or those she loves.
Fledgling: White supremacy is as timeless as a vampire’s ability to survive it.
Colson Whitehead: White capitalist supremacy has poisoned our land.
Zone One: Our consumption-fueled society undeads us, undeads everyone, transforms our sense of time, suffocates relationships, spreads gore and death, and FILLS NEW YORK WITH ZOOOOOOOMMMMMBIIIIEEEEEEEEES.
The Underground Railroad: Black communities engineer their own survival, and our country’s truest beauty, wrested from this desperation, steams along out of sight; bonus Holocaust reference reminds us of the universality of racial domination.
Claire Messud: Women’s primary relationships are with other women.
When the World Was Steady: Middle-aged sisters can take their mom’s advice, flirt with criminals, abandon their religion, repress their lust for women, fight and reconcile, and do any other damn thing a teenager can do thank you.
The Burning Girl: Class determines the life choices available to you, sure, and women’s lives are forever obscured by our fabrications about them, yes, but no way can a high school junior write like that narrator.