Jerald Walker discusses his memoir, The World in Flames: A Black Boyhood in a White Supremacist Doomsday Cult, the story of his childhood in The Worldwide Church of God, and how the act of writing delivered him from bitterness. ...more
In the end, although I wanted you to be more like Charles Bronson or Malcolm or Luke Cage, I am very proud to have witnessed your historic presidency—the successes, and even the disappointments....more
Tuesday 1/24: Check out this month’s installment of the Queer Voices Reading Series at Intermedia Arts. Featured readers include Anya Johanna DeNiro, Roy G. Guzmán, Dua Saleh, and Nghiem Tran. 7:30 p.m., free.
At Amsterdam Bar and Hall, author Jim Walsh will read from his new book Gold Experience: Following Prince in the ’90s. A Q&A with MPR’s Andrea Swensson will follow the reading. 7 p.m., free (but you should RSVP).
Our First 100 Days, started in conjunction with Secretly Group and 30 Songs, 30 Days, will release 100 previously unreleased songs via Bandcamp throughout Trump’s first 100 days in office. Sold in a subscription format for a minimum contribution of $30, fans will receive one song per day across the first 100 days of Trump’s presidency. All profits will benefit the following organizations, which stand in opposition to a Trump presidency: All Above All, Cosecha, Hoosier Action, People’s Climate Movement, and Southerners On New Ground.
The project kicked off today with Angel Olsen’s “Fly on Your Wall.” Other artists include: How to Dress Well, Mitski, Toro Y Moi, The Range, Will Oldham, Whitney, Joey Purp, Protomartyr, Kami, Waxahatchee, Porches, and Ty Segall. For more information, head here.
This week, a new Maggie Shipstead story at Virginia Quarterly Review explores love, infidelity, and the ways life can slip from under your feet like an avalanche. Bonus: there is also a literal avalanche. The story, “Backcountry,” follows a twenty-five-year-old ski instructor named Ingrid (#1 baby name for future ski instructors) who meets a fifty-plus-year-old married (he tells Ingrid he’s divorced) man with big dreams of building a ski resort on a nearby mountain. The man, Richie, invites her back to his extremely fancy and isolated house, the only current structure on said mountain, and Ingrid ends up living there for several months because she is young and free-spirited and why not? When she learns Richie is in fact still married, Ingrid is unfazed.
By the time he confessed he wasn’t divorced but separated, from a woman who lived in the nearest town, called Witching, Ingrid had not only given up her ski-school job but had started to think of herself as someone whose plates should be warmed in a drawer, who should be able to open a set of French doors and step out into killer backcountry. He seemed surprised by how little she cared about his bombshell. Your marriage is your responsibility, she told him. It doesn’t have anything to do with me.
Dark day, today. And a frustratingly relevant poem, visceral and bursting with rage. Audre Lorde is a hero to anyone who has felt similar rage towards injustice. She taught us so much and we’re still here, trying to decipher the difference between poetry and rhetoric. (more…)
Look I don’t want to exaggerate, or seem like a whiner, but today is a bleak day in American history. We’re taking a day off over here. We encourage you to donate to causes that are near and dear to you, to read something radical, to hold each other close, and to gather your strength for the long dark times ahead.