Working my way through my first book by Yiyun Li. It‘s not bad, but I want memoir to invite me inside the author‘s emotional truth, and I don‘t think this one has done that. While I can understand why Li maintains a somewhat academic distance, given the subject matter, I still wish it felt a little less like one of those documentaries where the narrator speaks blandly while unobtrusive piano music plays over a montage of archival footage.
pickTan's work is always to visually and conceptually compelling, and these three short stories are no exception. They tackle the bigness of depression, the lost feeling of not fitting society's expectations, and the process of colonization. This is a pretty quick read since it is formatted like a picture book. #Art
so-soA better title for this book would be “Why I Needed to Find Reasons to Stay Alive.” There was one section of reasons, but they were from twitter so it was annoying. This isn‘t what I was hoping it would be when I started, but it was pretty good anyway. I think the title is just a bit of a misrepresentation. I would have chosen to read this on more of a high than a low, personally; but your mileage may vary.
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I guess this is happening today.
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Stories keep the world intact. Storytelling predates the written word by about 3000 years. Fairytales specifically have always protested against societal constraints and commented on the human condition. Fairytales offer whimsy and truth. The whimsy makes us brave, and the truth points us in the right direction. I use fairytales from around the world because they remind me of hope and they show that no one is immune to sorrow.
Did you know that trees talk? Scientifically, another tree can send love to a sad one or a sick one. Baby trees hardly get any light, which means that a baby tree should die, but the roots of the vast trees feed it. Some forests are just fine. They are roots and joy and babbling brooks. Did you know if there‘s something that poisons one tree, the forest can suffer? That‘s how I think this happened. That‘s why it‘s all my fault.
I drove a diesel 4kc — I mightn‘t have done much good in my life, but at least I contributed to the destruction of the planet — and I systematically sabotaged the selective recycling system put in place by the residents‘ association by chucking empty wine bottles in the bin meant for paper and packaging, and perishable rubbish in the glass collection bin.
