Its writers like N. K. Jemisin that remind you that the world didn’t stop writing when a bunch of old white people up and died in the late nineteenth century.
You can sacrificially burn the book after you’ve finished. But I personally am going to file it under ‘resources for outlining how straight men come to their privileged conclusions’.
Sip jasmine green tea in a quiet space while you explore this small but powerful little book.
It’s funny to think this book was printed in the year of the great Emu War of 1932 (no, really).
The Dublin slang alone is enough to keep you reading. Jaysus. Bollix. Banjaxed. Gobshite. Bleeding shitehawk: poetry to the profane ear.
Basicall, half of the epic is Gilgamesh missing his mate Enkidu and going on long adventures to prove his devotion to the bromance (*cough* romance *cough*). To prove his eternal love to Enky he goes looking for the secret to eternal life. No, that’s not a cliche. Because this epic literally did it first.
Hannah Pakula presents a confident appraisal of Soong Mei-ling: China’s ‘last empress’ – a competent political tactician, devout Christian and fairly incredible person.
‘A squirrel, from the lofty depths of his domestic tree, chattered either in anger or merriment … so he chattered at the child, and flung down a nut upon her head.’