**spoiler alert** I did not rate this book. If I had rated this book, I felt it would have indicated that I felt anything other than 100% pure crisp,**spoiler alert** I did not rate this book. If I had rated this book, I felt it would have indicated that I felt anything other than 100% pure crisp, searing hatred of this text.
I thought I would get a few chuckles out of this book, and I guess I did. But by the end, all I could feel was my soul collapsing. Christian Grey is unspeakably evil, and no, his history of abuse and trauma does not excuse it. He tracks Ana's phone, polices who she maintains relationships with, tells her when and what to eat (driving her to disordered eating habits in order to maintain SOME semblance of control over SOMETHING in her life), crosses her sexual boundaries and proceeds when she expressly says "no", and uses "BDSM" as a means to physically abuse her (which he delights in) without consequence. There's more, but the sun would rise and set several times before I was done airing my grievances. Fuck Christian Grey.
And Ana herself is an abhorrent heroine. She's written blandly so as to be a self insert, but there's no way I can relate to a character who is consistently threatened by other women and is generally unable to foster fulfilling relationships with them. Also, how is it possible for her to simultaneously be mousy, unassuming and imagine herself as physically undesirable (at least enough for Christian) when every male character is dying to get into her pants? How unbelievable is that? And she's supposedly sooooo smart and sooooo lovable and there are ZERO instances of her being smart OR lovable in this whole story. There are plenty of instances, however, of her being ignorant, nasty, judgmental, snobbish, infantile and having a shitty attitude, ET ALIUD. I could ride this train up and down the coastline. Fuck Ana Steele.
The only people who could possibly enjoy this book are: - true misanthropes - people who do not understand the cycle of abuse - people who do not understand the intricacies of D/s relationships - people who hate women
In other words: no one that I want to have a presence in my life.
I am sorry that I ever read a single word of this garbage and I am only heartened by the growing number of critics challenging this as a depiction of a successful, sustainable relationship. Fuck Fifty Shades....more
You know that Dave Chappelle joke where he's talking about how Sesame Street introduced us to institutionalized classism via Oscar the Grouch? And howYou know that Dave Chappelle joke where he's talking about how Sesame Street introduced us to institutionalized classism via Oscar the Grouch? And how he has every right to be an asshole because he lives in a garbage can, but everybody around him is just like, 'Oscar, you need to get it together'? That's what this book is like. A guy who lives in a metaphorical trash can from the first to last pages and a bunch of people around him being like, "You need to get it together." It's funny, though, and very clever. There's some real beauty in there, too. Even in the most awful places, especially so.
This was my first introduction to Bukowski, and I knew he had a cult following. But I can only imagine the type of assholes that would gravitate to this sort of writing and that's what made me dock it a star. I know it's ridiculous to call something published before I was born unnecessarily cynical and contrived, but this book is probably the reason why I read so much terrible student fiction in college, to the point where I can't even enjoy the originator. Thanks a lot, Bukowski. I hope you're fucking satisfied....more
The most unfortunate thing about this book is that the chick who wrote it is amazing at first lines. The first lines of her stories are ALL killer. AnThe most unfortunate thing about this book is that the chick who wrote it is amazing at first lines. The first lines of her stories are ALL killer. And as a writer, I know how hard it is to get that perfect first sentence.
The rest of the stories drag on for what seems like years. You're reading and thinking to yourself, "I thought this was a collection of SHORT STORIES and you realize that, yeah, you've only read eight pages... but it felt like twenty and you haven't really gone anywhere. I'm probably being too harsh because she definitely has her moments, but I would be a liar if I said I didn't put it down and not finish it in a fit of rage.
And you know who can't get a book deal? Yours truly! So upsetting. Hey, I bought her book; guess the joke's on me....more
This is pretty funny overall; it's a collection of diary entries written by a poor college student in Philly. The author now writes for Scrubs, so herThis is pretty funny overall; it's a collection of diary entries written by a poor college student in Philly. The author now writes for Scrubs, so her days of brokeness are probably over.
The bad: She won't shut up about going to Penn and how Ivy League she is. Some of us who managed to somehow not be Ivy League grads are pretty darn smart and capable. I know this because I was accepted to Columbia but declined to go to my non-Ivy alma mater, and I don't think I could've gotten a more brilliant, funnier, more adept group of friends.
She also has terrible money management skills; like she talks about going to the club and buying drinks. Maybe I'm just a cheap bastard (something I've been accused of on more than one occasion) but I just can't imagine spending money I don't have on drinks at the club. Of course, I also don't drink, but even if I did... one drink is like eight bucks! Do you know what eight bucks can buy you? A couple of times I found myself completely dumbfounded by her decisions. But hey, it makes for good reading....more
Here's the thing about bell hooks. I love her. I don't agree with her all the time and I really don't have the... I guess emotional fortitude to be asHere's the thing about bell hooks. I love her. I don't agree with her all the time and I really don't have the... I guess emotional fortitude to be as angry as she is. I mean, I admire it; I just know that I don't have that in me.
This book is a collection of essays where Ms. hooks talks about how being angry at systems of oppression and how our need to internalize and stifle that anger is yet another system of oppression. Unfortunately for angry people, being angry isn't necessarily healthy, either. So the book is always seemingly trapped in that space.
bell hooks is pretty awesome. Read it if you want to get mad. ...more
David Roediger has a mullet but I still like him a lot. All of his books are really straightforward about what point he's trying to get across, and thDavid Roediger has a mullet but I still like him a lot. All of his books are really straightforward about what point he's trying to get across, and there's no pussyfooting. He believes that whiteness is a social construction created in opposition to blackness/Otherness, and its sole purpose is to terrorize and oppress. He's white, but he also makes it clear he has no investment in this thing called "whiteness", and that's what keeps him from getting defensive when we talk about things like race privilege.
He's a good guy.
Anyway, he didn't write this book, but he did compile and edit it. It's a collection of essays, artwork, poems, prose, and deep thoughts by black intellectuals, activists, and icons on what "whiteness" entails and how it came to exist historically. My only complaint is that it's kind of meandering and there's no real order to things, but it also introduced me to people like Nell Painter, who I now love. Pick it up if you don't have time to read the cultural criticism canon; it's kind of like a Cliff's Notes in that respect....more