Tommy Cabot Was Here (The Cabots Book 1)

Everett Sloane likes things neat, in tidy lines and ordered spaces. He’s a mathematician, and, if I’ve learned anything from my brother whose degree is in math, it’s that mathematicians do tend to love things with answers. (I went into humanities, and people are messy as hell.) But Everett’s carrying a messy secret past, and when it walks back into his life, it threatens to … Continue reading Tommy Cabot Was Here (The Cabots Book 1)

On Lincoln Yards and Displacement

I was displaced when I was fourteen. It was a very elegant, bloodless displacement, the sort of thing done in the shadows; I suppose it barely counts as a displacement, but I certainly felt—feel—displaced. My family’s move from Hyde Park to the suburbs was less a matter of desire—does anyone actually want to go to the suburbs?—than of necessity: the University was doing a grand … Continue reading On Lincoln Yards and Displacement

Climate Policy and the Laborer’s Back

Years ago, when I was a community college student starting to populate my parents’ yard with native plant species, my mother and I drove out to the boonies (or, at any rate, it felt that way to me) to pick up a blazing star. The guy who ran the place was a total old-school hippie. I wasn’t impressed. Hippies were the partiers; they lacked the … Continue reading Climate Policy and the Laborer’s Back

Nonfiction to Accompany The Hate U Give

Maybe you’ve seen The Hate U Give in theaters; maybe you’ve read Angie Thomas’s multiple-award-winning young adult novel. Either way, perhaps you are interested in some nonfiction to accompany it: excursions into the world that created The Hate U Give, as well as Black Lives Matter, and into the ways in which we might be able to take a stand for something better, and for a … Continue reading Nonfiction to Accompany The Hate U Give

a how the hell we got to Baraboo and Baltimore booklist

I feel like the virtual ink had barely dried on my rage-rant about our Sieg Heiling Baraboo teens—and our moral obligation to call it by its true name—before it hit the Midwestern news cycle that yet another white supremacist had popped up to scream fire in a crowded theater, at a Baltimore production of Fiddler on the Roof. (In case you aren’t familiar with it, Fiddler is … Continue reading a how the hell we got to Baraboo and Baltimore booklist

On Baraboo and (True) Naming

By now, you have almost certainly seen the images of those Baraboo teens, flashing their Sieg Heils and white power symbols. (You can even read this Twitter thread, which got the journalist’s grandmother doxxed—though, as she says, having Nazis angry with you means that you’re doing something right. Captain America approves.) I doubt it will be a shock to anyone who has read what I’ve written … Continue reading On Baraboo and (True) Naming

are you a US citizen? and do you have a plan to vote?

Are you in the US? Or a US citizen abroad? Do you, o fellow citizen (and this is, believe me, the only time I care about your citizenship at all) have a plan to vote? My plan was pretty simple, this year: find information on judges, because they are the hardest to track down and because we have far too many criminally biased and incompetent … Continue reading are you a US citizen? and do you have a plan to vote?

Art & Politics: An Introduction

Periodically, things go the rounds on social media, promising to break up the monotony of our dinners, or bad dates, or, now, our political postings, with art and music! Because who doesn’t want to see art and music in their timeline, amirite?! I mean, how could I argue with this? Art is beautiful! I have a degree in art history! I love early modern and colonial literature because the visual is so important!

But I can totally argue with it. Part of it, of course, is just that I’m a fighter, apparently, and arm myself with facts and data and critical theories to tilt at the windmills of bad and misleading information. (I often feel rather a lot like this and this, to be frank.) But the other part? It’s quite simple, actually: this is a bullshit theory. The arts are always political. Continue reading “Art & Politics: An Introduction”