Gersande La Flèche wants to read Domaine Lilium by Michael Blum
J'ai trouvé ce livre à travers la publication de Mauve Renard et j'ai trouvé la description du bouquin super intéressant. J'ajoute à ma pile de trucs à lire!
Why can't I read all these books!? 🍋🟩
🍵 Lots of nonfiction, literary fiction, poetry, classical literature, speculative fiction, magical realism, etc.
📖 Beaucoup de non-fiction et de fiction, de poésie, des classiques, du spéculatif, du réalisme magique, etc.
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J'ai trouvé ce livre à travers la publication de Mauve Renard et j'ai trouvé la description du bouquin super intéressant. J'ajoute à ma pile de trucs à lire!
The first chapter really does hit different if you've been to Saint-Martin-des-Champs and the musée des Arts et métiers.
A word I had never encountered before: sublunar (adjective, more commonly found as sublunarly): of, relating to, or characteristic of the terrestrial world.
Neat.
Vu sur le feed de Liz — ce livre a l'air tellement intéressant!!!
Pazcoguin's memoir covers the two+ decades of her career (which started when she was a child) at the New York City Ballet. The gothic humour was welcome and familiar around the tougher memories of relentless emotional, sexist, and racist abuse. During the more triumphant parts of the book (and there are some really great ones), your heart soars at Pazcoguin's words. Righteous!
Organized in a series of non-chronological vignettes (some very out of order), there is definitely a method to it, though it requires a bit of work to keep names and places and years straight. It pays off at the end: maybe you're even a little emotionally winded, but in the best of ways.
While the book offers a tantalizing and brutal window into the amazingly dysfunctional, abusive, and hurt/ing art form that is ballet, the book is careful (and wise) to anchor it to Pazcoguin's perspectives and memories. …
Pazcoguin's memoir covers the two+ decades of her career (which started when she was a child) at the New York City Ballet. The gothic humour was welcome and familiar around the tougher memories of relentless emotional, sexist, and racist abuse. During the more triumphant parts of the book (and there are some really great ones), your heart soars at Pazcoguin's words. Righteous!
Organized in a series of non-chronological vignettes (some very out of order), there is definitely a method to it, though it requires a bit of work to keep names and places and years straight. It pays off at the end: maybe you're even a little emotionally winded, but in the best of ways.
While the book offers a tantalizing and brutal window into the amazingly dysfunctional, abusive, and hurt/ing art form that is ballet, the book is careful (and wise) to anchor it to Pazcoguin's perspectives and memories. While there are villains (namely Peter Martins, the disgraced former head of NYCB) the book is firm in placing most of the responsibility at the feet of ballet's culture, audience, and gatekeepers. The issue is systemic; while individual actors can cause atrocious amounts of damage, the solutions have to go beyond holding them personally to account.
Highly entertaining, intensely relatable (despite my never doing anything remotely resembling being a professional dancer at NYCB), and a very hopeful read that I'll definitely revisit again.
Finally breaking my scary-long spell of no reading with the memoir of a mixed raced NYCB dancer who battled an enormous amount of mysogyny, racism, and fatphobia to become a force of nature. Am at 44 % of the ebook. Interesting, frank, sometimes convoluted but never in a bad way, and often intensely funny writing.
I've had to return my copy to the library (been a while now actually) and my little "true crime" wonderings has seriously abated (see earlier notes on this book, I think I talked about it). I have some thoughts about the first couple chapters that I don't think I talked about here, but I'll probably eventually get back to Capote. Fluid writing style.
I probably will get back to this one day, but AI/machine learning/algorithm discourse is so demoralizing and discouraging to me that the idea of revisiting this book right now is really too much. But maybe one day.
Another Maggie Appleton antilibrary find. Considering that I have very poor opinions about the place of advertisements in society, let alone digital spaces, this seems right up my alley. I think. I hope? We shall see. Throwing on the TBR pile!
Found in Maggie Appleton's antilibrary and thought I should add it to my own antilibrary (aka TBR shelf). I am either going to love or hate this book. Maybe both. Originally published in English with the title "Seeing Like A State."
Found in Maggie Appleton's antilibrary and it looks really good so I'm adding it to my own antilibrary (aka TBR shelf).