This song is just so jaw-droppingly beautiful that I want to share it with you.
If you’re looking to understand the culture and thinking of generations of poor white Americans in the age of Trump, then portions of this book will provide fascinating reading.
Still, I can’t reconcile the myopia of the wide-eyed American exceptionalist I found in the second half of the book, with the often astute social observer I met in the first.
This is less a review and more of a birds nest.
The book opens with a terrifyingly beautiful epigraph from Susan Sontag:
Illness is the night-side of life, a more onerous citizenship.
Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom
of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all
prefer to use only the good passport, sooner or later each of us is
obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves in that other place.
each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves in that other place.
I’ve been making music every Monday. Little snippets. Bits and bobs. No rhyme or reason. Just simply music for the sake of making sounds. I’ve been uploading these snippets to Google Drive and sharing them with my wonderful friend Danling (a.k.a Mundane Matters) for her to use or ignore as the mood takes. Here’s the first bit of my Mundane Music she’s used.