Mags is done! All it took was a long ride on public transit. Now, time to foist its 143 glorious pages on everyone.
Hello dear friends!
I realize it’s been over a month since I last updated this blog. July simply flew by, and not a lot of reading got done the whole month long. Needless to say, no proposal was sent to the Institut de Genre, otherwise there would have been a giddy-to-the-point-of-intelligibility post about it. Surely. Gender Trouble and Le Roman de la Rose are progressing appropriately, to use the language of elementary school standardized tests. But, to be honest, the majority of last month was spent poring over Maggie Nelson’s The Argonauts. What a book. What a masterwork. What a revelatory reading experience. And I’m not even done with the thing yet.
As a result, I won’t go into detail about my takeaways from the book, which I lovingly call “Mags” after the author, until I’m good and done with it. This may take a while yet. In the meantime, I will say that I recommend the book to anyone interested in gender theory, queerness, questions of motherhood, creatively-constructed prose, or possibly having your thoughts expressed more eloquently in someone else’s words than they ever could be in your own. Thanks to Mags, I feel like I can still count July as a productive reading mother, albeit in terms of quality rather than quantity.
For the fact that I haven’t managed to read even Mags’ 143 pages in an entire month, I blame the news.