Gorgeous writing about identity.
I’ve been looking forward to writing this post all week—but I’m sitting here hesitating, and wondering where to begin; typing, then backspacing, then typing again.
I had an extremely strong reaction to page 205 of “Nervous Conditions” this past week. That page has honestly been haunting me since Wednesday. I’d be driving, thinking about that page, and choking up behind the wheel. I don’t know, even now how I can put this book onto my bookshelf now that I’ve finished reading it. I’m looking over Nyasha’s words and choking up again, not really knowing how to explain the impact this passage had on me, so I’m just going to leave it here, and hope you see what I see:
“‘I won’t grovel, I won’t die,’ she raged and crouched like a cat ready to spring. The noise brought Babamukuru and Maiguru running. They could do nothing, could only watch. Nyasha…
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