Just finished my first non-school reading since graduation–this autobiographical gem from belated poet and activist, Audre Lorde:
I’d heard a lot about Audre from my classmates who’ve been heavily influenced by her writings. The book wasn’t exactly what I expected and I still don’t know much about her civil rights work as the book stops right before that period. However, seeing New York City through the eyes of a Black gay woman was certainly a stray from traditional visions of 1950’s America (a la “Mad Men”). Her descriptions are luscious and the way in which she embraced herself, her city, her tragedies and her lovers is nothing short of beautiful.
On Deck: Decoded by Jay-Z and The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson