i would like to emphasize, given my considerably low rating for this piece as someone with a track record of five stars on most nonfiction i consume, there is so much to gain from reading this book. the statistics, the voices, the intimacy, the poetry, the first hand perspectives of the PIC… genuinely more than i can bare to list out here, the material of this collection will be a mouthful to chew on; so much to consider and a plethora of substantial resources i plan on exploring.
however, my issue lies in the execution of this piece. an entirely subjective criticism, from the typing thumbs of a cis white woman (i’m sorry). i find that the structure used here made it difficult to fully envelope the depth of the existing, targeted structures. moving from complex issue to complex issue in the span of merely 15 pages simply did not feel adequate for myself as a reader. it lacked… dialecticalism… existentialism… sedulous care…
i fully acknowledge that the purpose here was to initiate a conversation for future development, but in my experiences reading humanities nonfiction, this is often accomplished through more exhaustive means- attempting, by all will and force, to leave no accessible stone unturned, to utilize all current means of divulgence, and to take as many steps backwards, as the piece hopes to move forward. examples of these types of academic, conversation-developing pieces that truly leave me itching at my privilege and existence were pieces like: White by Law (Ian Haney López); Evicted (Mathew Desmond); The New Jim Crow (Michelle Alexander); Capital V.1 (Karl Marx); Borderlands/ La Frontera (Gloria Anzaldúa); The Divide (Jason Hickel); etc. These authors made the issue feel tangible, gave substantive avenues for thought provoking conversations or new forms of action/ inaction. The first problem they tackled was thoroughly delineating the issue, then the structure, then the history, then the effects, then the future, etc. moving through a complex issue with considerable patience so that the conversations “beginning” has a sturdy ground to build from. Yet, there were many times i felt the language used in this collection was dysfunctionally narcotizing and somewhat unprepared for its assignment.
all of this absolutely should be forgiven due to the tremendous work that is visible from each essay. in all probability, i ruined my experience through this piece with unrealistic expectations and overzealous anticipation…
idk - it’s definitely a book i will recommend and i wish i had read alongside others to divulge my thoughts and see more perspectives, but here i am, writing into the abyss.