Reading Wednesday
Feb. 12th, 2020 06:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabotabby Finished reading: Peter Watts Is an Angry Sentient Tumour by Peter Watts. Pretty much what I said last week—funny, scathing, and depressing as fuck. But not as depressing as...
Currently reading: In My Own Moccasins: A Memoir of Resilience by Helen Knott. Despite the atrocious title (it feels like an editorial decision; her writing is too good to name it that) this is a compelling memoir of Knott's life as both an Indigenous activist and poet and a survivor coming out from under the weight of intergenerational trauma, sexual violence, and substance abuse. It's a difficult read; she narrowly skirts becoming one of the many Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls that is part of Canada's legacy of shame, and the narrative echoes the trauma, jumping back and forth between fragmented recollections of abuse and violence and sober reflections. It's a harrowing story and one that seems particularly relevant right now, as my government continues to cause more trauma and violence to Indigenous peoples even as I type this.
Currently reading: In My Own Moccasins: A Memoir of Resilience by Helen Knott. Despite the atrocious title (it feels like an editorial decision; her writing is too good to name it that) this is a compelling memoir of Knott's life as both an Indigenous activist and poet and a survivor coming out from under the weight of intergenerational trauma, sexual violence, and substance abuse. It's a difficult read; she narrowly skirts becoming one of the many Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls that is part of Canada's legacy of shame, and the narrative echoes the trauma, jumping back and forth between fragmented recollections of abuse and violence and sober reflections. It's a harrowing story and one that seems particularly relevant right now, as my government continues to cause more trauma and violence to Indigenous peoples even as I type this.
