Review: Here Where We Live Is Our Country by Molly Crabapple

Picture of the copy of Here Where We Live is Our Country that I read.
I couldn’t find a good cover photo of the front cover of Here Where We Live Is Our Country so I took a photo of the library copy I had. The cover illustration is by Molly Crabapple.

The accusation of failure isn’t one we should level against the Bund, or any other Jewish group of that place and time. It’s for the Western world of which they were such a precarious part. It was the West, after all, that hypocritically paid lip service to freedom and humanity while hewing to the crude doctrines of might. The true failures were the democracies who played nice with Hitler in the early years, then shut their doors to Jewish refugees who fled from the hell they helped enable. The failures were the British and American diplomats who hobnobbed in Bermuda while the ghetto burned.

page 381, Postscript
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Review: And Now, Back To You by B.K. Borison

A square crop of the front cover design of And Now, Back To You by B.K. Borison.
The front cover illustration for And Now, Back To You is cute. The illustration was done by Myriam Strasbourg and the cover design was done by Lila Selle.

I cup his face in my hands wanting to hold on to this moment. On to him. His laughter slows but his smile stays, settling into something heartbreakingly tender while his head drops back in the snow. I rub my thumbs over his cheeks and feel the rush of it. The magic. Snow and sky and us smack-dab in the middle of it, cold slipping through the tops of my boots and prickling at my skin. Jackson looking at me like maybe it feels like magic for him too.

page 222, Delilah
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Review: The Killing Spell by Shay Kauwe

A square crop of the front cover design of The Killing Spell by Shay Kauwe.
I love the front cover design of The Killing Spell. It was designed by Lehuauakea and features the traditional art of kapa printing. I also like that the cover features the different languages that magic system of the book uses.

In language there is life; in language there is death.

page 36
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Relooted and The Brutish Museums: A Dual Review

And what of the museums, of which Europe is so proud? It would have been better, all things considered, if it had never been necessary to open them. Better if the Europeans had allowed the civilisations beyond the Continent of Europe to live alongside them, dynamic and prosperous, whole and unmutilated. Better if they had let those civilisations develop and flourish rather than offering up scattered limbs, these dead limbs, duly labelled, for us to admire.

After all, by itself the museum is nothing. It means nothing. It can say nothing. Here in the museum, the rapture of self-gratification rots our eyes. Here, a secret contempt of others dries up our hearts. Here racism, no matter if it is declared or undeclared, drains all empathy away. No, in the scales of knowledge the mass of all the museums in the world could never outweigh a lone spark of human empathy.

Aimé Césaire, Discours sur le colonisalisme, 1955 (Dan Hicks’ translation)
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Review: The Tapestry of Fate by Shannon Chakraborty

A square crop of the front cover of The Tapestry of Fate by Shannon Chakraborty.
I love the design of the front cover of The Tapestry of Fate, very striking.

Each day, Marjana seemed more newly mature, a seedling thriving after the rain. It brought me a sort of wistful pride. How swiftly our children grown up, youthful aspects melting away before we blink.

Chapter 6
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