We're a plural system who loves queer & anarchist scifi.
But recently we just read a few randomly picked up mystery books in a row, in German, and we tend to review books in the language we read them in. That or similar may happen again, be warned.
No reading goals, just feelings.
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It's the first book on depression that we vibe with at all, and that's precisely because the subtitle, "freeing yourself from chronic unhappiness", implies that what is also called depression can be described as chronic unhappiness. Thus, the book is not about "managing your symptoms" or anything else that makes us run away screaming, it's just about existing and feeling, and maybe, as a byproduct, feeling ok sometimes. Which is much more ok with us.
Of course there are some things in there that I dislike or am critical of, but the overall experience was overwhelmingly wonderful for me. It's a heartbreakingly beautiful reflection on queer existences and the patriarchy, in a mildly fantastical style, but like, it's always clear what all the things are actually about and that makes it hurt but in a way that I liked a lot. (Except I'm still not sure if the fairies are fairies or fairies. I guess some things remain a mystery to me. But I guess they're fairies, and maybe also fairies.)
Found it for a totally reasonable price on a random used book site, and ordered it right away. After having been in the "I wanna read it but PDF is annoying and it's impossible to turn into a readable epub and the paper version is ridiculously expensive (always second hand, it's out of print)" space for a while now, this is exciting!
I predict that we won't like most of it, but that it will still feel worth reading.
Heavenly Blue worried all the time. He worried about the bills and the roof that needed repairing and the strange men who always watched the house and what the neighbors might do next and about Hollyhock’s unhappiness. He worried most of all that he would go mad. His worrying got the bills paid and the roof fixed and drove the men away and calmed the neighbors down and helped Hollyhock be happier. And finally his worrying drove him mad. It was the madness of looking inward and being afraid. There had never been enough love and warmth around him and he thought he had gradually dried up inside. He wanted out but he did not know where out was. Lilac and Pinetree and Moonbeam and Loose Tomato and Hollyhock gathered. They held Heavenly Blue in their arms for days, they let him cry and stare and slobber and scream and be silent. They paid the bills and looked after the roof and watched the street for strange men and talked to the neighbors and Hollyhock kept himself happy. Their house filled up with comfort and routine and gladness until Heavenly Blue could no longer resist and became response-able again.
“I mean, reaaaly, everyone knows god died last year.” “Oh? How did that happen?” “Well, the story is that one day a bunch of queens knocked on the pearlies and Gabriel being, you know, sympatico, invited them in. The queens were lounging on a fluffy, pink cloud combing their heavenly white wigs when god spotted them. ‘Not on my clouds you don’t,’ he screeched and ordered all the queens off his clouds. Well, you can imagine, after they split, things got pretty dull on those clouds. I mean absolutely nothing of any interest was happening. Then word came back that all the queens were having a really hot time in their new home. JC, who was tired anyway of sitting on god’s left hand, split to join his friends. God, always uptight about what the neighbors would think, simply died of mortification.”
Content warning sex
When things are loose, you can tell the faggots from the men. The men wear grey and the faggots wear all the other colors. When things are tight, the faggots hang all the other colors in their closets and fade back into the greyness of the men, known only to each other and wait.