Picked this up in San Francisco a few years back and just started reading it. Strong queer feminist characters, gritty in its imagery and set in the Mission District of San Francisco. Loving it so far!
This book was all over the place, and that was a good thing. We follow our main character, Michelle, from San Francisco to LA as she experiences sex, drugs, alcohol, love, family, friends, Matt Dillon, and the end of the world. The writing is really good, the story is completely original, and the book was a fun ride.
#sfftbrchallenge book 4 finished. 😃
It‘s go time for #24in48 🙌🏻
Here my stack... I started The Magician‘s Lie earlier this week, but otherwise I have picked some #diversereads for this time around. I‘ve got Children of Blood and Bone on Kobo audio for when I can‘t sit and read.
Let‘s do this thing!
This is just one square-iPhone-photo size part of one shelf on a tall 5-shelf bookcase that is completely full of books I haven‘t read yet, almost all of which are #BlameItOnLitsy acquisitions.
Dear Littens: If you look really close, many of you can probably identify one that you recommended here on Litsy or generously gifted to me in a swap. So basically, this is your fault. 😂
#FierceFeb #GoodMorningHeartache. I love it, because after Andy leaves, Michelle, barefoot, standing in her own vomit, as a self punishment, walks back up to her room, the vomit on the bottom of her feet picking up all the crap on the dirty floor she never bothers to clean, even a flyer for an upcoming benefit. Lol
I got about halfway through, and I‘m just not enjoying this. It seems very self-indulgent. There isn‘t much here but a lot of sex and drugs and some allusions to the world going bad. Just not enough here to keep me listening.
This was a strange book, but I doubt I‘ll soon forget the MC, Michelle. There are a number of themes running throughout this - drugs, alcohol, LGBTQ MC, apocalypse, LA, San Francisco - and it makes for an interesting experience.
So what started out as this unabashed, near the end of drug fueled, Bohemia, late 90‘s San Francisco, lesbian, tour de force, with a simple shift in place, from San Francisco to Los Angeles, turns into this apocalyptic, existential, masterpiece. There are so many characters in here. All beautiful, all human. Thanks @ReadingEnvy for this rec. I‘m so happy that this was my last book of 2017, to be left with such a beautiful reader‘s high.
Monday morning after 6 days off work - wowza! I have completed my Morning Pages and am starting a new book. Yay! (Anyone else do Morning Pages?)
This book started out much like all of Michelle Tea's other writings - a zany queer, punk, autobiography - and then it turns into a bizarre apocalyptic story. It's intense and wild and a bit confusing at times. It didn't all work for me but I did quite enjoy it overall. #queerbooks
Reading with a view earlier tonight 😍
Reading on the cottage porch and watching the storm in this summer full of rain! ☔
My immediate tbr and in progress. How do you guys like #libby so far? I'm still getting used to it but I wish I could see where I am in the queue for holds and the expiration date for loans. Also an option to return kindle books early- I can only figure out a way to do that on amazons website.
Okay, this baby can come any day now. I have all my reading material (plus kindle not pictured) ready.
At first I thought I was going to really dislike this book but I pushed through and ultimately ended up really liking it. The world is on its last legs as climate change, pollution, species extinction and more have moved past the post of no return. In the midst of everything, a young woman is struggling with addiction and trying to make meaning from her life.
Unlike anything I've read before.
I have a bookcase full of TBR books but can't settle on any I want to read right now. Perhaps I'm suffering from #infinitejestbuddyread hangover? I blame DFW.
I'm contemplating starting this next. Have you read it? What did you think?
From a lesbian underground subculture in San Fran to an apocalyptic, dystopian crossroads in LA, this is most definitely one of the weirdest (but good!) books I've read in recent-ish memory 🤘🏽 #COMEONEILEEN
Michelle picked up a bloated jug of wine, one meant for a large Italian family to sip over a Sunday dinner. She consumed the entirety of it. Each time she considered stopping- That's it, that was the last glass, time to go to bed- a feeling like heartbreak washed through her body. It was the saddest feeling in the world, of ending the drinking. You can drink again tomorrow, Michelle promised herself. Go to bed. But she couldn't.
Vigorous, generous, lusty prose - that alone is enough to charm me through the gritty alcoholism, promiscuous sex and - sure, why not - heroin too. Michelle is pretty much herself except in third person. Then, in the second part, she moves from San Francisco to LA and it gets even better - all meta and how-do-you-write-your-own-story. And then the apocalypse began.
No longer bullied by his narcissistic overlord, he would proudly reject projects that dealt in stereotypes. No more Latina maids and gay hairdressers. The fat best friend would get the man unless the man in fact wanted another man.
Maybe she could write a memoir under a pen name, a man's name, infuse it with all the molestation and tragedy found in a common female memoir, and bam! a best seller, maybe. She could write a novel about a girl pretending to be a guy in order to write a successful book. Or a girl pretending to be a guy pretending to be a girl to stir up a sensational literary scandal.
She liked to read books about alcoholism and personality disorders to assure herself that neither was a problem in her life. When she finished pretending to organize Self-Help she moved over to New Age and consoled herself with astrology books. Aquarians weren't really prone to addiction, that was more Scorpio's jam. Sagittarians could also get out of hand, Cuidado, Ziggy! Michelle felt better already.
Wendy had been such a thrill back in the day, a revelation, drinking wine straight from the bottle, her stained lips coming at Kym, her voluptuous body spilling wonderfully from her clothes like a foamy head on a great glass of beer.
Michelle wasn't butch enough to mess around with men. It would be simply heterosexual and slutty. For Ziggy and Stitch it was something else, proof of their toughness. They could tumble around with this guy and emerge from the van as queer as ever, more queer, even, and the man might now in fact be a bit queer from his time spent cracked out in Ziggy's butch bosom.
Quinn was only the latest to protest her inclusion in Michelle's story - which, basically, felt like protesting their inclusion in Michelle's life, which didn't feel great, honestly, and besides, what were they doing there, then? But even this tantrum was the last gasp of Michelle's bravado. She'd grown weary of feeling like her writing hurt the people closest to her.
Michelle had once come home to a party in her living room, lines of cocaine on the table, a Kenneth Anger video in the busted VCR. No one who actually lived in the house was there. The house had ceased being a home and had become a sort of bar, a public space where anyone could show up and get a drink.