This week, I have some lovely, haunting essays, a book that's so-so, and several perspectives about the Orlando Pulse nightclub shooting.
"Nix," by Marin Sardy via The Rumpus
A gorgeous, cerebral essay about space, the depths of the sea, and life after loss.
"On the Last Day of Our Friendship," by Megan Renart via River Teeth
An aching, brief piece -- the title tells it all.
Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness by Susannah Cahalan
This is the *only* book I finished this week, and I'm having a hard time labeling it as the "best" anything (I'm pretty opinionated about memoirs). I plowed through it, so I'd say it's a quick and engaging read. Cahalan is a reporter, and writes best when she is doing just that. But, it's a fascinating story and illness, so give it a try.
Re: Orlando Pulse
"All the Dead Boys Look Like Me," Christopher Soto (Loma) via Lit Hub
Loma is a "a queer latinx punk poet & prison abolitionist." This gorgeous poem provides an perspective on the Pulse nightclub tragedy. Poetry editor Adam Fitzgerald says, "Loma’s words are a miraculous act of grace and solidarity that permit nearly everything that the media world would forget, ignore, repress."
"The Courage of Being Queer," Alexander Chee via New Republic
Chee's essays illuminates the bravery required in being "out," the LGBTQ community's lack of protection in this country, and it ends with a message of hope.
"#PulseTragedy: Homophobic Blood-Donation Ban Puts Lives at Risk" by Preston Mitchum via The Root
A reminder that systemic homophobia exists.