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Last day of work at my current library job. Fingers crossed that my next line of employment is a library job as well.

This is actually back in Fremont with the majority of my books, but I'll be following shortly.

A prime example of why people who aren't sex workers should never write from the perspective of a character who's a sex worker.

PhD writer types like Stephen Kershnar are the exact reason why I don't fuck with abstract apolitical types. They are why we can't have nice things, and they're being paid to insure it.

Good lord, and here I was mistakingly thinking a humane portrait of physical disability encouraged a similar treatment of mental disability. What fear mongering tripe. No wonder the neurotypicals use any excuse they can to get together for a slaughter.

Helpfully sincere and sincerely helpful English professors are worth their weight in gold.

Still, I decided to open the door and climb the stairs. Feeling for the first time, even without understanding it, that the interest and esteem a person may inspire are two things that aren't always connected.

I'll be surprised if Guillermo del Toro hasn't made a movie out of this yet. Tim Burton should have a shot at it as well.

I remember the days when I was obsessed with these Modern Library things. Now I'm glad to see some variation on the theme.

Should I try to squeeze in just one last final book from the UCLA libraries? Or admit defeat? Decisions, decisions.

Pulling old dissertations out of storage and seeing empty spaces where approval signatures were suppposed to go is a little painful.

This is shaping up to be unexpectedly amazing.

[W]hile his immediate impulse would have been to kill them both, his education as a militant Communist prohibited him.

Shit just got real.

Mood: Celebrating Refugee Olympic Team 2016

This essay "Reconstructing Victorian Racial Discourse" by Douglas Lorimer isn't as mindblowing as Morrison's Playing in the Dark, but it's mining the same hellishly difficult and immensely rewarding frame of thinking. If everyone, writer or non, made the same effort, the world would be a better place.

Goodreads, because I am reading The Story of a New Name, you think I should read Min Kamp. First of all, that is a trash recommendation, full of mewling puking pasty bags of dicks. Second of all, how dare you speak to me.

That does it. Until the point the author explicitly states otherwise, Elena is bisexual in my mind.

I approached my seventeenth birthday with one eye on the daughters of the stationer and one on Discourse on the Origins of Inequality.

I can't remember the last time I looked forward to a sequel this much.

Well. 'Soul of Nyria' by Mrs. Campbell Praed is certainly an intriguingly odd duck. Too bad I'm at work, else I'd check it out now rather than later.

'New Goodreads homepage rolling out this week!'

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What's wrong, Goodreads? I thought you wanted feedback.

It was, after all, a Victorian English trait to enjoy very un-English Victorian traits, but only at a strategic distance.

Choosing which book by a white man to read under my own volition these days is like trying to pick a one q-tip out of a line-up. Maybe I should stick to rereads. At least then there's some chance of me seeing what younger me liked.

Kicking off Women in Translation Month 2016 a tad early.

I remembered to put up a challenge for Summer of Women 2016 just in time for Women in Translation Month 2016 that'll be starting in August. Anyone interested in either should check out the 500 GBBW group posthaste.

Back in mid 20th century US, it wasn't just #OscarsSoWhite, but #OscarsSoAngloSaxon. It's the only way to explain Frederick Austerlitz turning into Fred Astaire.

More interesting is the photograph of a black Metropolitan policeman at Chislehurst, taken in September 1910, when all the conventional history states that black men were denied entry to the force on grounds of race until the first appointment in 1968.

Oh my fucking christ they finally cast a Rromani actor for Heathcliff. There may actually be hope after all.

I could get used to academic journalesque essay collections if they're all as carefully curated as this one.