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the-final-sentence · 4 months
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Top Final Sentences of 2023
He knew that on the day of his death he would see her face and he could hope to carry that beauty into the darkness with him, the last pagan on earth, singing softly upon his pallet in an unknown tongue. Cormac McCarthy, from The Passenger
And there are so many silences to be broken. Audre Lorde, from “The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action”
For Guinevere Tallow, it felt like coming home. Ethan M. Aldridge, from Deephaven
And we laughed and held each other and filled our hearts with the faith that we could always do that, always blow away the clouds that threatened our stars. Andrew Neiderman as V.C. Andrews, from Honey
But as anyone who loves reading and writing quickly learns, both activities allow you to commune with the living and the dead, to listen to the thoughts of those who have come before you and argue, cajole, and sing praise for them in response. Kaitlyn Greenidge, from “Books for a Black Girl’s Soul”
The greatest shame would be to reach the end of our lives and have the epitaph read, ‘They worked really hard.’ Roxane Gay, from “Yes, Your Job Is Important. But It’s Not All Important.”
The sky is gory with stars, like the insides of a gutted night. Julia Armfield, from “Salt Slow”
Sometimes, even in towns built on curses, at least once in a blue moon, things turn out okay. Ryan Douglass, from “Knickknack”
Eventually, if we speak the truth to each other, it will become unavoidable to ourselves. Audre Lorde, from “Eye to Eye: Black Women, Hatred, and Anger”
In the distance, the darkness has started to lift like a veil, the first light of dawn spilling over the Beijing skyline, a promise of all the beautiful and terrible and sun-soaked days to come. Ann Liang, from If You Could See the Sun
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oldshrewsburyian · 4 months
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What every guest room needs is a whatnot with the books your guests didn't know they needed to read, right?
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spray10101 · 1 year
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Christmas Book Haul
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I know that I’m a month late but here are all the books I got for Christmas in 2022. I do plan on reading all of the theses eventually. Don’t know when I will though. Hopefully by the end of the year.
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shafershouse · 6 months
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Books Read: 2021
January
The Family Upstairs (Lisa Jewell)
The Goldfinch (Donna Tartt)
February
Daughters of the Lake (Wendy Webb)
The Stillwater Girls (Minka Kent)
The Removed (Brandon Hobson)
March
The Great Pretender (Susannah Cahalan)
The Sun Down Motel (Simone St. James)
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue (V.E. Schwab)
April
Where the Crawdads Sing (Delia Owens)
May
The Sun and Her Flowers (Rupi Kaur)
The Water Dancer (Ta-Nehisi Coates)
June
Libertie (Kaitlyn Greenidge)
The Lost Apothecary (Sarah Penner)
July
Where The Forest Meets The Stars (Glendy Vanderah)
August
September
The Maidens (Alex Michaelides)
October
101 Essays That Will Change The Way You Think (Brianna Wiest)
Normal People (Sally Rooney)
November
Practical Magic (Alice Hoffman)
The Four Winds (Kristin Hannah)
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swannkings · 1 year
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Crucially, their writing “wasn’t just about holding white people accountable,” Rooks points out to me. Artists from marginalized identities have to ask themselves who their audience is; are they creating for the mainstream, an incessant plea to be recognized as fully human? Or are they creating for themselves and their compatriots, refusing translation, to footnote themselves? The members of the Sisterhood produced wildly different works across all genres—literary fiction, memoir, travel writing, food writing, and poetry—but the one thing that united their outlook was this refusal to create for that other gaze. First and foremost, they were experiencing the thrill of creating for one another.
Nowadays, so many of us spend our time trying to shame white institutions into publishing more of us and paying us more. The members of the Sisterhood took a different approach. They imagined an infrastructure that might carry their work onto those who would actually read and understand it. Creating conferences, film festivals, and reading groups to discuss their work was as important as what they did on the page. It was, in fact, imperative in a wider culture that implicitly didn’t believe Black women capable of intellectual labor. It was toil that was rarely explicitly publicly acknowledged. “Black feminists’ practice isn’t always a public-facing work,” explains Autumn Womack, assistant professor of English and African American studies at Princeton University. Womack is also the curator of a new exhibition of Morrison’s papers at the university’s library. The Sisterhood found immense value in doing the work that was unseen, that was not immediately published, disseminated, or consumed by a wider culture intent on misunderstanding it. For me, this feels especially poignant in a literary landscape where the concept of “exposure” hovers like a talisman.
I think the photograph remains so powerful because it represents a fantasy that even its subjects couldn’t maintain for long. The Sisterhood ceased to convene as a writing group by the 1980s, as its members’ artistic lives changed, though pieces of its spirit would enliven American literary culture for decades to come. Now the laughing women in the photograph are icons, their faces printed across tote bags, the prose they worked so hard to create excerpted, sampled, cut up, and cited. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but their sanctification means it’s easy to miss what these women were to one another: a listening ear, a second reader who understood the totality of spirit and personhood and history and empire these women were writing against and about and who had the respect to give those brilliant ideas an honest edit.
- “The Power of the Sisterhood,” Kaitlyn Greenidge. Harper’s Bazaar, March 2023.
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alinaandalion · 2 years
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It is a strange thing, to see something you have imagined over and over again finally acted out in front of you.  It is almost like a kind of death, a loss of something, that the thing is not as you had thought it would be.
Libertie by Kaitlyn Greenidge
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notchainedtotrauma · 2 months
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“There were moments I just stood there in silence,” Solange tells me a few months later. “When people entered the space, they didn’t notice that I was there. [When they did] they had to adjust to the uncomfortableness of me just existing, not entertaining or delivering or slaying.”
from Kaitlyn Greenidge's story about Solange for Harper's BAZAAR
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sparksinthenight · 2 years
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Armani (verified): what radicalized you?
Kaitlyn Greenidge: When we lived in public housing my mom started a community garden to grow food to save money and occupy the kids that lived there and the public housing authority came and pulled out all the plants and poured bleach into the ground to destroy it. Because gardens weren’t allowed.
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lipstickonloveletter · 2 months
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Words: Kaitlyn Greenidge
Photography: Larissa Hofmann
Styling: Carlos Nazario
Hair: Jawara
Make-up: Miguel Ramos
Nails: Dawn Sterling
Set: Matt Jackson
Production: AP Studio
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raredye · 2 months
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A Beautiful Mind
Solange for Harper's Bazaar
STORY BY KAITLYN GREENIDGE; PHOTOGRAPHS BY LARISSA HOFMANN; STYLING BY CARLOS NAZARIO
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the-final-sentence · 9 months
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But as anyone who loves reading and writing quickly learns, both activities allow you to commune with the living and the dead, to listen to the thoughts of those who have come before you and argue, cajole, and sing praise for them in response.
Kaitlyn Greenidge, from "Books for a Black Girl's Soul"
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oldshrewsburyian · 10 months
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I think a lot about books with the kind of good prose that doesn't lend itself to the kind of book quotes that generally circulate on Tumblr. This is Kaitlyn Greenidge's hypnotic, sensual Libertie.
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tafazoli · 1 year
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Today is the 40th day of Mahsa Jina Amini’s murder by the Iranian regime. Iranians in Iran are honoring her with mass demonstrations and strikes.
This is my offering to Jina Mahsa.
This is my offering to the girls of Iran.
This is my offering to all the people killed at the hands is the Islamic regime.
This is my offering to all those arrested by the Iranian regime.
It’s my offering to the women and their supporters in Iran who are risking their lives to overthrow its brutal totalitarian regime.
It is a piece of me that I share with you. Writing this took a lot from me. But doing it was never in question.
This is my hope.
Thank you to @harpersbazaarus for inviting me to write this piece and for the integrity with which their editors, Nojan Aminosharei and Kaitlyn Greenidge worked with me.
This essay is part of a series and I hope you read every piece of writing and interview featured.
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bermudianabroad · 4 months
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2023 Reading Roundup
Everything what I read in 2023
I read a whole bunch.
Heartily Recommend Visceral Bleh Reread *Audiobook*
Fiction
Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens (where is the fucking humidity in your swamp, Delia??)
Days Without End by Sebastian Barry
Lot by Bryan Washington
Mr. Loverman by Bernadine Evaristo
A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas
Trust by Hernan Diaz
The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
The Cellist of Sarajevo by Steven Galloway
The Unquiet Dead by Ausma Zehanat Khan
It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover
By Nightfall by Michael Cunningham
Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantell (but everyone is called Thomas)
Verity by Colleen Hoover (awful but wacky and hilariously awful)
Katalin Street by Magda Szabo
The Marriage Portrait by Maggie O’Farrell
Our Missing Hearts by Celeste Ng
Animorphs #24 The Suspicion by KA Applegate (a trip)
Lost Children Archive by Valeria Luiselli
The Island of Forgetting by Jasmine Sealy
Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng
The Trio by Johanna Hedman
At the Bottom of the River by Jamaica Kincaid
The Whale Rider by Witi Ihimaera
Libertie by Kaitlyn Greenidge
Silence by Shusaku Endo
When Women Were Dragons by Kelly Barnhill
Babel by RF Kuang (was so disappointed by this one)
The Bass Rock by Evie Wyld
Island by Siri Ranva Hjelm Jacobsen
The Gold-Rimmed Spectacles by Giorgio Bassani
Must I Go by Yiyun Li
The 1,000 Year Old Boy by Ross Welford
She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker Chan
Ariadne by Jennifer Saint
The Singer’s Gun by Emily St. John Mandel
Memphis by Tara M Stringfellow
The Whirlpool by Jane Urquhart
Get a Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert
A Country of Eternal Light by Paul Dalgarno
Yellowface by RF Kuang
The Country of Others by Leïla Slimani
The Grass is Singing by Doris Lessing
American Wife by Curtis Sittenfeld
All Passion Spent by Vita Sackville-West
The House of Doors by Tan Twan Eng
Game Misconduct by Ari Baran
Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver
Uprooted by Naomi Novik (sorry Naomi :/ )
The Foot of the Cherry Tree by Ali Parker
The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler
Matrix by Lauren Groff
The Twilight World by Werner Herzog
Wild by Kristen Hannah
*The Fraud by Zadie Smith*
The Mountains Sing by Nguyen Phan Que Mai
The Wind Knows My Name by Isabel Allende
Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt
This Other Eden by Paul Harding
The Kraken Wakes by John Wyndham (weirdly, one of the best depictions of a marriage I’ve read)
The Nickel Boys by Colson Whitehead
Against the Loveless World by Susan Abdulhawa
North Woods by Daniel Mason
Shadows on the Rock by Willa Cather
The Tiger’s Wife by Téa Obreht
Animorphs: The Hork-Bajir Chronicles by KA Applegate
Roman Stories by Jhumpa Lahiri
Animorphs #13 The Change by KA Applegate
Animorphs #14 The Unknown by KA Applegate
Animorphs #20 The Discovery by KA Applegate (snuck in two more under the wire… #20 is when shit REALLY kicks off. From there it gets darker and darker).
Poetry
Black Cat Bone by John Burnside
Women of the Harlen Renaissance (Anthology) by Various
The Analog Sea Review no. 4 by Various
The World’s Wife by Carol Ann Duffy
Non-Fiction
Besieged: Life Under Fire on a Sarajevo Street by Barbara Demick
Atlas of Abandoned Places by Oliver Smith
Novelist as a Vocation by Haruki Murakami
Empire of Pain: The Secret History of the Sackler Dynasty by Patrick Radden Keefe
Wanderers: A History of Women Walking by Kerri Andrews
City of Laughter: Sex and Satire in Eighteenth Century London by Vic Gatrell
The Lazarus Heist: From Hollywood to High Finance by Geoff White (fully available as a podcast)
The Entangling Net: Alaska’s Commercial Fishing Women Tell Their Stories by Leslie Leyland Fields (very niche but fascinating. Transcribed interviews)
Free: Coming of Age at the End of History by Lea Ypi
Hijab Butch Blues: A Memoir by Lamya H.
Freedom by Margaret Atwood (just excerpts from novels repackaged)
*Born a Crime by Trevor Noah* (Noah’s narration is superb)
The Slavic Myths by Noah Charney and Svetlana Slapšak (was expecting stories, but it was mostly academic essays)
Manga, Comics, Graphic Novels
Safe Area Goražde by Joe Sacco
The Way of the House-Husband, vol. 1 by Kousuke Oono
SAGA vol. 1-6 by Fiona Staples and Brian K Vaughan
Top of the Top:
Born a Crime was probably my favourite non ficition, and most of that probably is due to Trevor Noah's narration skills. It was very entertaining and heartfelt.
Less uplifting but just as gripping in a different way was Empire of Pain. Excellent book that went deep into the why and what and hows of Purdue Pharma. Anger inducing.
Lazarus Heist is great and available as a podcast. The book is more or less the podcast word for word.
Fictionwise: I read Trust at the start of the year and it was a bit soon to declare as favourite of the year, but it's stil made the final cut. Just very imaginative and intriguing. Just my kind of MetaFiction. Clever without being cleverclever.
Demon Copperhead I read right off the back of Empire of Pain so maybe that coloured my experience. I've not read any Dickens so loads of references no doubt flew past me, but the language was acrobatic and zingy. I loved it.
Wrapped up the year on a high with North Woods. That was so unexpected and entertaining. Again with the playful language, memorable characters and a unique approach to tying all the various stories together. One that sticks in the mind and makes the writer in me wonder how I can replicate his style (with my own personal twist of course.)
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nedlittle · 1 year
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i read a total of 12 books (145% of my yearly goal) and 3429 pages (159% of my yearly goal). my favourite was harrow the ninth by tamsyn muir and my least favourite was in the house in the dark of the woods by laird hunt.
full breakdown of ratings and reviews under the cut! 🖊📚
double indemnity by james m. cain 3⭐ [noir, crime, classics] [review]
midnight at malabar house (malabar house #1) by vaseem khan 4.25⭐ [historical, mystery] [review]
wylding hall by elizabeth hand 2.75⭐ [dark fantasy, historical] [review]
a murderous procession (mistress of the art of death #4) by ariana franklin 4⭐ [historical, mystery] [review]
death and the maiden (mistress of the art of death #5) by samantha norman and ariana franklin 2.75⭐ [historical, mystery] [review]
the chuckling fingers by mabel seeley 3.5⭐ [classics, mystery] [review]
in the house in the dark of the woods by laird hunt 2⭐ [horror, fantasy] [review]
letters from a young poet by by rainer maria rilke, franz xavier kappus (tr. damion searles) 4.5⭐ [letters, classics] [review]
in the heart of the sea: the tragedy of the whaleship essex by nathaniel philbrick 2.75⭐ [history] [review]
libertie by kaitlyn greenidge 3.75⭐ [historical, literary] [review]
what moves the dead by t. kingfisher 2.5⭐ [horror, queer] [review]
harrow the ninth (the locked tomb #2) by tamsyn muir 5⭐ [science fantasy, gothic, queer] [review]
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I would sit in class and listen to the sons and daughters of doctors and lawyers and policy makers — people who had never needed and would most likely never need welfare — earnestly advocate the dismantling of the welfare state, and I would shake and shake and shake with something I couldn’t name. — Kaitlyn Greenidge: My Mother’s Garden, NYTimes.com
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