A necropastoral. This term is not in the dictionary. Where did I first hear it? [cf. Joyelle McSweeney’s ‘What Is the Necropastoral?‘] It does not exist and yet it was said and is now being repeated. I was born. In a slave narrative that means nothing. Meaningless. I was born and in the midst of […]
My poor fragile white male librarian! I always feel for him on those days, like Wednesday this week, when he comes home, all twitchy with nervous energy, standing before the shelves I haunt with some kind of earnest expectancy in the hope of finding there some answer to a question he had just been confronted […]