JULY 2020:
The original owner of my house hand-dug a large, swimmable pool in the backyard, and then the owner after that lined it with roofing rubber, so when my husband bought it about a year before I met him it was just a big weird rubberlined muckhole with some standing water if it rained, but lately I’ve been skimming it and we made a big push to clear all the old gross algae out of it and I keep the area around it sort of swept and arranged and the wildsown landscaping is luscious luscious around it, just streaming pools of lilac and bittersweet and wineberry vine, the most beautiful green perimeter like being in a glen or a cove, but actually it’s just little split-level ranch at the bottom of a cul-de-sac right off State Route 212, with a big roofing-rubber lined hole dug in the ground behind it full of frogs. Anyway.
Point being: I spent the holiday sitting in it in a broken chair and it was like a lake at low-tide, a proper pond, dunkin’ my buns I call it, rereading Nicole J. Georges and I have to say I think it helped restore something in me.
DECEMBER 2013:
I like true things better than fictional things lately, and this is probably my favorite, graphic memoirs by women. There's something about someone telling her story as accurately as she can, caught in the tension between the process of locating a self and locating that self in the world, that is just enormously satisfying to bear witness to. I heard about this book on How Was Your Week, which is fitting, since this tension is precisely why I'm obsessed with Julie Klausner's opening monologues--getting to listen to her trudging like a hero through this incredibly difficult work, this fundamental human project we are all to some degree or another engaged in our whole lives, the activity of being a person, is, again and again, a revelation. It is *so much easier* to wheedle and perform. It is *so difficult and important* to not just fucking stomp around crushing everyone's spirit with how special you think you are.
This book is absolutely a joy. The world is a big lazy jerk and it will just whack you in the face all the time if you don't put your damn glasses on and start keeping an eye out for it. And then it will be real easy for you to spend your whole life trapping people into listening to how the world whacked you in the face, but you know what, everyone's been whacked in the damn face a bunch of times, it's a mess.
It's really easy to take your dark history and hold everyone hostage; it's much harder, and more gracious and generous and skillful and interesting, to tell your story well and truly and painfully and accurately.
Super good. Totally recommend.