I oscillate between wanting to learn all I can about the virus and its current and future impact and wanting to do the ostrich thing. That this is a shit time so why make any art to commemorate it because we won't want to remember it when its done? Once its done, let's pretend the pandemic never happened. I've been thinking about something a friend recently wrote. Myriam Gurba’s’s a scorchingly good writer.” – Cheryl Strayd, NYTimes Books Myriam Gurba’s Mean is “a scalding memoir that comes with a full accounting of the costs of survival, of being haunted by those you could not save and learning to live with their ghosts.” It also “adds a necessary dimension to the discussion of the interplay of race, class and sexuality in sexual violence.” – NYTimes “Like most truly great books, Mean made me laugh, cry and think. She lives in Long Beach, California, with herself. She has shown art in galleries, museums, and community centers. Her essays and criticism have appeared in the Paris Review,, and 4Columns. Publishers’ Weekly describes Gurba as having a voice like no other. O, the Oprah Magazine, ranked Mean as one of the best LGBTQ books of all time. She is the author of the true-crime memoir Mean, a New York Times editors’ choice. From the Long Beach Post From her website: Myriam Gurba is a writer and artist.
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