I am going to start reviewing books of poetry and zines once a week, to get myself into the habit of thinking/writing critically, and in general it’s a great way to hold yourself accountable to the things you read. Plus doing extremely close readings improves your writing, right?
Today I read a book I didn’t like very much, that consisted of a white guy imagining what it’s like to be poor/brown/a woman and combinations of those over and over, and instead of writing a snarky review about a book that should honestly be buried in the tumblr dashboard of life, I’ve decided that I will only review things which I think deserve attention. Stuff that I like.
I don’t, however, want today’s efforts to go to waste. So here’s the review (I’m not mentioning the author or the book because I don’t even want to give it that morsel of attention):
White man feels like he is nothing,
so he practices being everything—
But he’s in fact everything
and could more often practice nothing
and I wouldn’t hate it.