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Fair warning: this is a critique of Greta Gerwig’s Barbie. Do you want to get swept up in the eye candy of pure-color sets and Chanel costumes, hypnotized by the scrumptious choreographed dances, moved to tears by Barbie’s (Margot Robbie) meaning-making? If so, you may want to come back and read this after you’ve watched the movie.… read more.
If you’ve been feeling as hopeless as I have lately, you need to read Sarahland, Sam Cohen’s super queer, super sparkly debut collection of short stories. I borrowed it on audiobook from Libby because the algorithms put it in a list of similar titles to Violent Bent Backwards Over the Grass (previously my favorite audiobook, readers may recall).… read more.
I was having a bad Saturday, and I couldn’t pinpoint why. A dream about an ex that lingered all day? A hubristic attempt at a knitting project well above my skill level? Yet another atmospheric river drowning my hopes for a Nor-Cal hike?
Whatever the reason, I decided to self-soothe with a TV binge. Creamerie is (currently) one short, six-episode season of speculative fiction, released in 2021.… read more.
At a dinner party populated mostly by poets, someone asked what I’d been reading. I explained that with my new hobby (knitting) occupying my hands and eyes during my free time, I’d turned to audiobooks.
“Mostly fiction and non-fiction?” my poet friend Jacob asked. “Any poetry?”
“Mostly fantasy novels from my childhood,” I confessed.… read more.
Annie Hamilton is not for everyone. I realized this while watching the video she recently released of her live performance, Looking For Papa. The show had a sold-out run at the Jane Hotel in New York last spring, but I can only imagine the atmosphere of really being there. Instead, I air-played the Vimeo upload of Annie’s favorite performance of the run to the TV in my west-coast living room.… read more.