Literature

The rise in productivity culture over the past ten years has resulted in success being defined by individual efficiency and labor. We’ve turned people into robots, optimized to the very last second. We’re more than our jobs and our value shouldn’t be tied to our contribution to the economy or the hours we’ve spent at
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Will the Real Mary Please Stand Up? Androgynous Mary Self Portrait (in robe with masks attached), Claude Cahun, 1928 I’m seeing it now, my ghost, and telling it to behave as if it were me, which leaves me to wonder what it will do.I walk, it walks; I sit, it sits. The chair is covered
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Jessica Zhan Mei Yu’s smartly interior debut novel But the Girl appears to follow the path of a bildungsroman. Our protagonist, simply named Girl, is on a flight out of Australia for an artist’s residency in the lush Scottish countryside. She is leaving behind her tight-knit Malaysian family and her PhD dissertation on Sylvia Plath,
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As we move out of winter and into spring, the days are becoming longer, but a chill still lingers in the air. In this reading list, monsters are made real, queer love blooms in spite of oppression, and friendships are both nourished and torn apart. Spanning Cameroon to Scotland, these indie authors reinvent the coming
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Before I had children, I was fascinated by fictional depictions of daughters whose mothers had bailed. How were they shaped by this primal loss? How could any mother justify inflicting such damage? I became a mother myself, and suddenly my point of view shifted. I was still mindful of the ways our mothers’ choices form
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Whenever I travel to a new city, my favorite way to get to know the community is to venture into local bookstores. Anything from feminist shops that highlight writers of color to bookstore/cafe hybrids, I never quite know what I’m walking into, and that buzz of excitement never gets old. Last year, we shared some
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“Labyrinth” by Jan Edwards Hemming When I think of Girl #3, I think of the tiny scars I carry: the word whore; my disdain for pugs; accusations of poisoning oatmeal. I don’t do shots anymore. When people ask why, I usually say I’m too old for that, but what I mean is Because the last
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And You Thought the SAT Was Bad Oceania “I know what you must be thinking,” the mother says. “A 3400 to 5800? Impossible. But oh no, we know about you. Ariel wants the perfect score. His brother got the perfect score.” She pulls her chair off the back wall of my office to the middle
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It was a clear, cold night in February when my wife and I took our seats in the sold-out Beacon Theatre to await what would be the most creative one woman show we had seen since Edinburgh Fringe last summer.  Earsplitting screams peeled out into the air as the performer coolly took the stage, meeting
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