If you didn't guess from my picture, I'm a full fledged member of Beyoncé Anonymous. This is an organization for people who are not just fans, but who are addicted to Queen Bey in unhealthy, alert your next of kin kind of way. So, yeah, you might say this book could have been two hundred pages of "Bleb, bleb, bleb, go f*** yourself" and I still would have liked it. So, feel free to grade me on a Bey Curve if you don't trust my opinion. On the other hand, I have been known to tell he occasional four year old that his kindergarten art project was "No Picasso", so I am able to put emotions aside.
But look, in all sincerity, I think this is phenomenal book that takes the seemingly ordinary and transforms into something enlightening and educational. And in today's brainless society where the concept of eating Tide Pods and the word "challenge" are put in the same sentence, any book that detours our minds, however subversively, into the realm of the intellectual is a welcome reprieve. A gateway drug to enlightenment, if you will. Entitled Queen Bey: A Celebration of the Power and Creativity of Beyoncé Knowles-Carter, this book touches on prescient themes such as civil rights, feminism, sexuality, art, and that burning question: Why'd Solange slap the hell of Jay-Z in that elevator? (OK, we all know it was "Becky with the good hair" but still).
In this you learn that Beyoncé (bows head in reverence) is not just a pretty face with a good voice and perfect legs that make you want to punch your personal trainer and say "Why can't I have those!" She, like all of us, is a layered, complex, and sometimes contradictory person trying to uplift and educate through her music. And if one takes the time to examine the subtle nooks and crannies of her work, you might be surprised at what you might find. And, heaven forbid, you might find yourself engaging in Gaston's and Lafoe's most dangerous pasttime: Thinking.
Yes, some of the essays might seem like intellectuals trying force things (That roach that crawled across the stage during Beyonce's performance of No, No, No on her Ladies First tour was symbolic of the existential tension between yin and yang as we get catapulted in a thankless world to an inevitable and pointless death), but the good thing about this book is that the essays are each their own work. And you don't have to agree with everything. And, don't get it twisted, though this work is indeed a celebration of the reigning Queen and King of Pop (Yes, she is both -- don't at me), it does seriously address the internal contradictions in her work. She is supposed to be uplifting toward women, creating empowering songs like "I'm a Survivor" and "Single Ladies" but she turns around and makes songs telling her female detractors to "Bow Down Bitches". She seems to succumb to the "male gaze", dancing like two cent stripper in works like Partition. These paradoxes may not be addressed to your liking, but they are explored.
But the most important part of this book is that it delivers exactly what the title says. It is a celebration of Beyoncé -- her hard work, her intellect, her contributions to the craft, the way she has touched fans uniquely and individually across all demographics. When you are reading some of these essay, the beauty of her majestic nature just pops off the page and inspires you to embrace your inner self, conquer the world, track down "Becky with the good hair" slap her like she stole something. Old songs, you'd forgotten a long time ago, are given an added dimension -- they take on a new life and are revitalized. So, if you're a fan, read this book and then hit Bey up on your IPOD, and see her work come alive in a whole new way.