Equality Issues


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After a long and fruitful week of getting up to speed in my new position over in Ethnic Studies and teaching my first session of a graduate workshop in memoir, I am looking forward to some kicking-back time tonight at 7 p.m. at Indigo Bridge Books, swilling some ethical decaf and listening to a bunch of slam-winning young people, including one Grey Castro, perform their spoken-word poetry for us locals.

I'm a little nervous.  Among the pieces Grey's going to do is one about what it was like for him to read my memoir The Truth Book, something he put off for four years after its publication, aware that it probably wouldn't be pretty.  Wise child.  But he took the plunge, and responded with words.  I've read a paper copy of the piece, and that alone was intense enough to leave me torn up for a while.  It won Grey a slam in Ohio, so, though I'm obviously saturated with bias, I'm not the only one who thinks it's strong work.  So this evening should be interesting.  It's kind of a rare and special privilege to now be in a two-generation cycle of making art from hard things.

On the topic of making art from hard things at a broader sociopolitical level, i.e., surviving U.S. history, the inimitable Honorée Fanonne Jeffers posted a bracing piece on why Women's Equality Day still doesn't feel so equal:

So, I don’t celebrate Women’s Equality Day today, because contrary to popular mainstream American opinion, Women includes all American women, not just White ladies.
Alyss Dixson's guest-post in The Atlantic's blog, "On Invisibility, Gender, and Publishing," looks at how women's literary work fares in the world of publishing and prizes, and what women are doing about it.

As far as how this woman's work is faring in the world of publishing, I received my contract for ISLAND OF BONES in the mail yesterday--hurray!  But gentle readers, it looks like there's an error in it.  A minor, dinky little error that, sigh, nonetheless means I can't just sign and be done, which I have so been looking forward to, because I don't like to celebrate until the ink is on the dotted line, and I do love to celebrate.  Now:  more waiting.  C'est la vie.




Comments:

Faye said:

Argh, every day of delay in the contract for ISLAND OF BONES is also a delay before we get to read it.

And if Grey's piece is ever published anywhere, I'd love to read that, too.

August 30, 2010 1:03 PM

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