To 2049 by American poet Jorie Graham is one of my favourite collections of recent times and rereading it recently was incredibly rewarding. Filled with slippery and existentially evocative lines such as Years pulled their / lengths through us like long wet strings, it had me pointing at some of the pages gasping: I wish I wrote this! (a condition I frequently suffer from, known as poem-envy).
Blame George Orwell, who in 1946 famously published "Why I Write," an essay contending with the motives of "political purpose" and "aesthetic enthusiasm," which fueled his career, even while noting that the decision to put pen to paper is in some ways inexplicable. "Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness," Orwell wrote.
As a young Taiwanese girl living in the Inland Empire, former singer and import model-turned-writer Kaila Yu said she often felt uncomfortable in her skin, growing up around Eurocentric beauty standards. I felt like my features weren't desirable, Yu said of her childhood. I felt very insecure about all of that. The now 46-year-old L.A.-based author explores themes of sexuality and race in her debut memoir, Fetishized: A Reckoning with Yellow Fever, Feminism, and Beauty, out everywhere books are sold.
"I realised that there would be people who had never met a single openly queer person in their life, reading this alongside people who would probably already feel quite shocked by all of the other revelations and my journey with gender identity."
The book, 'Becoming Baba', chronicles the experience of having Muslim parents and raising Muslim children in a frequently hostile environment, reflecting the author’s personal heartbreak over incidents in Gaza.
To me, Instagram is nothing but a vast repository of self-deception. A modern-day Barbie's world, where one in a thousand own up to their shortcomings. I joined Instagram to piss these people off.
Receiving a diagnosis of multiple myeloma, a rare and incurable blood cancer, created a life-altering reality for Jon Gluck, pushing him toward coping through work.
"I enjoyed digging up my memories, trying to put a word to an emotion. It was a valuable way to continue the efforts of my career, which was to tell the world how important the natural world is."
Raynor Winn and her husband, Moth Winn, lost their home after investing in a family friend's failed business, driving them to walk 630 miles along the coast.
I had no right to survive after being crushed by my own snowplough. It was a miracle, and at one moment, I experienced powerful peace.
Raynor Winn's memoir, The Salt Path, tells the story of her and her husband Moth losing their home and walking the South West Coast Path. However, recent allegations question the truthfulness of this account, suggesting financial irregularities and doubts about Moth's medical condition.