Dear dog, this book is richly written. Gurba writes prose like a poet. Early on, from a chapter called Wisdom:
In a tunnel beneath the bleachers, a gopher daydreams. Roots sigh. Earthworms blindly go about their business.
A dark-haired girl walks alone.
Disclosure: I'm friends or friendly with about half of the contributors to this book, for which I also wrote a chapter. I think I'd have loved it even if that weren't the case, but then again it couldn't have not been the case because the world of feminist archivists isn't as big as you might imagine--or hope!
I wonder if LC would buy this as a warrant for establishing a Queer subject heading, helping them understand why Gays and Sexual minorities are different identities than Queer.
Not Gay as in Happy, Queer as in FUCK CAPITALISM
Photo by By HAVOQ/P@W seen in make/shift magazine.
