What do you think your job is at LBB? Dominatrix of Ceremonies
What's your sign? Outlet Mall
What's in the trunk of your car? Dog hair, Left Bank Books Pride Booth Sign
Stick or Automatic? Depends on who is driving
Favorite Pair of Shoes (Past or Present): My first high heels--red, size 4--borrowed when I was 12(?) for my Halloween "flapper" costume.
I loved this book! I could read Megan discussing paint drying. Wait, I think I DID read her discussing paint drying! Honestly, I have come late to her work and I am so impressed with her smart, big-hearted, personal, ironic, politically-engaged, messy, funny, surprising, unorthodox but always oddly comforting approach to the art of the essay. When I heard her speak about the book, I was moved to tears. I did, in fact, introduce myself to her afterwards and promptly burst into tears. Her words are just, well, timely and hopeful.
The complexities of the lives of girls and their mothers are explored through a Nigerian lens in this remarkable debut collection. Strains of magical realism enlarge some of the stories to modern folktale. Yet throughout, Lesley Nneka Arimah delivers a sharp observations on the frought relationships between mothers and the young women they must mentor as they all navigate what is still a very patriarchal world.
I don't know what took me so long to get around to reading Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of a Fist. What a gorgeous, urgent, appeal to love and justice, disguised as a passionately rendered story about the fates of 5 people on the day Seattle activists shut down the WTO's opening meeting in 1999. I cannot remember when I have ever read a novel of this length in one sitting, almost breathless from the drumbeat pacing, like a heartbeat for our time. Timeless, timely. Read this if you march for justice. Read this if you don't. It is all here.