Francesca Ekwuyasi’s Butter Honey Pig Bread (2020)

2020-11-08T16:41:26-05:00

Taiye and Kahinde are twin sisters, daughters of Kambirinachi: Butter Honey Pig Bread alternates between their perspectives, each woman narrating their contemporary experiences through the lens of key events in their pasts. The sister’s mother is Yoruba and their father is Igbo, something they often have to explain when

Francesca Ekwuyasi’s Butter Honey Pig Bread (2020)2020-11-08T16:41:26-05:00

Lauren Carter’s Prose and Poetry: A Backwards Glance

2021-04-23T12:22:05-04:00

Here’s the part where I put aside Lauren Carter’s This Has Nothing to Do With You, this passage about Melony Barrett: “I couldn’t have known what would be waiting when I woke up, that I’d spent the night on the rapidly diminishing surface of my childhood, that last patch

Lauren Carter’s Prose and Poetry: A Backwards Glance2021-04-23T12:22:05-04:00

Eva Crocker’s All I Ask (2020)

2020-11-03T17:16:09-05:00

In anticipation of the publication of her debut novel, “Eva Crocker shares a story about her mother, Lisa Moore”. In the broadest sense, her piece reveals the importance of childhood memories and how, even years later, events that occured when we are young, fundamentally influence our responses to events

Eva Crocker’s All I Ask (2020)2020-11-03T17:16:09-05:00

Thomas King’s Indians on Vacation (2020)

2020-10-28T14:19:46-04:00

If Bird doesn’t know Thumps Dreadfulwater, someone should introduce them. Both men are photographers, indigenous (they’d probably say ‘Indian), and diabetic. Both have had longterm relationships—with cats, as well as women, and they would consider dessert their favourite food group. They’re simultaneously interested enough in the world to strike

Thomas King’s Indians on Vacation (2020)2020-10-28T14:19:46-04:00

Autumn 2020: In My Reading Log

2020-09-30T15:08:29-04:00

If you think you don’t like poetry, Simina Banu’s Pop will surprise you. Having just stumbled through a reading of W.B. Yeats’ 1919 The Tower, I approached Pop with that swelling sense of inadequacy that haunted me as a student, that I do not understand poetry. But what a

Autumn 2020: In My Reading Log2020-09-30T15:08:29-04:00
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