The other day I wrote about the pair of Heinemann Classics I’ve read this year. Maybe you’ve seen their quintessential orange and black and white covers. They look a little like the vintage Penguins some people collect. But mostly I’ve been reading contemporary African writers. Sometimes, after Bill made
A little time has passed since I took this photograph but, already, there are more leaves off the trees and on the ground. It’s been rather warm, but early in September, two nights fell to “frost warning” temperatures, and that’s had an impact. The chipmunks don’t have time to
Past the mid-point of the reading year, I notice that there are some books I finished reading some time ago, lingering. Just, around. Left in innocuous places as though I just finished reading them there. Finally, when I found a place for Khadija Abdalla Bajaber’s novel (on the shelf
Today’s discussion includes four more books by Indigenous authors adding to the previous days’ bookchat (one, two, three, four), sparked by Indigenous Peoples Day on June 21st. In Joseph Kakwinokanasum’s My Indian Summer (2022) the chapters are named for songs from Hunter’s youth: from “Love Will Keep us Together”
The past few days, I’ve shared talk of ten different books by and about Indigenous stories (here, here, and here), and today I’ll write about three more: some poems, a novel, and an illustrated song. D.A. Lockhart’s 2022 collection, Go Down Odawa Way (Kegedonce Press, in Neyaashiinigmiing / Owen
