Louise Erdrich’s Love Medicine

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5 STARS

I absolutely loved this book.Written in somewhat of the same vein as One Hundred Years of Solitude and House of Spirits, Love Medicine follows a family line that is connected through heartache, betrayal, and love.

Erdrich focuses on a community of women who do what is needed to provide for their families and keep some sense of order in their communities and their own lives despite the greed and the sabotage of the men around them. Although it appears these women lead chaotic lives, they remain the glue that keeps the tribe together. The themes of love, grief, strength, and motherhood can be explored through the lives of Marie Lazarre Kashpaw, Lulu Nanapush Lamartine, and June Morrissey (these are my girls, yo).

Marie Kashpaw is my favorite character. She has quotes that slay; one example: “I don’t pray. When I was young, I vowed I never would be caught begging God. If I want something I get it for myself” I love this so much, I guess because it reminds me of what my mother has always taught my sisters and me, and that is to not wait for help. Help yourselves.

Erdrich is a magician. She weaves an amazing story that fatally hits you in the chest and brutally crushes your soul. Her prose is beautiful and honest. I have no other words than, read it.

I paired Love Medicine with my own medicine (you like that? Haha): Rogue‘s Yellow Snow IPA. It has a hoppy, citrusy scent with a deep-rooted bitterness. I am very picky with IPAs but I enjoyed this one. The lingering bitterness reminds me of how this book kept me thinking long after I finished it. I am a Rogue fan girl so this is slightly biased (“Slightly” because I fucking loathe their attempt at whiskey, ugh. No one’s perfect).

Format: Paperback.

Inga Muscuo’s CUNT: A Declaration of Independence

4.0 Stars

First and foremost, take the title literally. This is not some ideological rambling on theIMG_20160607_124128 feminist movement or feminist expression. This is straight-up talk about your fucking cunt.

Muscio embraces a very holistic and almost neo-pagan approach to being a woman or as she proclaims a goddess. I found her passion and her experiences charming, if not quite elegant. She talks about everything from menstruation to abortion to activism. I admire her unabashed love for her blood towel and the way she has followed the moon phases to know her own body better. The level of deep love and respect she has for her body is akin to religious zealotry. While I don’t think I can ever be that type of girl (one who is dedicated enough to chart the moon every night), I surely admire her power.

Reading other reviews on Goodreads, I noticed that many people were critical of how she spoke against men and the male-dominated world. But to paraphrase from another feminist, Rebecca Solnit, when a woman starts talking about a man and the patriarchy, we may start off at describing something small, petty and patronizing and end with rape and murder. The violence against women and the dangers that a male dominated society poses to anybody with a cunt – it’s hard for some people, women included, to criticize because we have been bred to accept it.

I can’t say that I agree with everything in this book. But I do think it is a great womanifesto that all women of all ages should read. For example, I don’t agree with the glorification of whoredom without taking into consideration the sexual abuse, physical abuse, drug abuse and sex trafficking that happens because of prostitution. Furthermore, I believe that “whores” are created for the male gaze and for male desire. While she doesn’t specify too much about what type she’s referring to when she talks about “whores,” the impression is that she is referring to sexually empowered women who choose to sell their bodies. She refers to them as goddesses or priestesses. And teaching women and teaching men how to be sexually free is supposedly the greatest thing in the world. Ehh…Whatevs.

However, where I think she shines is when she talks about womanhood, sisterhood and motherhood and being “cuntlovin’. “Women should support each other. Women should look out for one another. Friends should make sure other friends get home safely. Women should not judge other women, etc…, if a woman in the community has been sexually harassed, all other women should harass the harasser. We should fill up his car with Limburger cheese and tell his new girlfriend that he’s an abuser. Embarrass the shit out of him.

And to end with a few fave quotes:

“Why did we fuck those boys who never exactly made our clits pound out the Bohemian Rhapsody in the first place? What were we doing? Did we love ourselves at all? We certainly mustn’t have, or we would at the very least, have practiced safe sex.”

“The enforced silence of women allows men’s fear of us and our sexual power to reign unchallenged. Thus ,the wisdom of brilliant people such as Audre Lorde is not venerated, and we are still sent to school where idiotic puds like Aristotle are worshipped.”

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I’m pairing this book with a fruit beer, Éphémère Pomme. This beer drinks like a cider or a white spritzer with a hint of apple. It’s light and drinkable without being too sweet. This book was fun and informative and made me feel happy as I read it, which made me want to drink something fun.

Beer Photo Credit: Beer Crank

Book Format: Paperback.

 

Kate Bolick’s Making A Life of One’s Own

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Fellow Spinsters, Beware! Bolick is a fake!

This book is so bad. Kate Bolick is deliberately misleading. She is NOT a spinster. In fact, she’s been constantly in relationships since high school and in between boyfriends; she has to date because she can’t eat alone. Why exactly did she write this book? Is this suppose to be her pièces de résistance? It seems like she wanted a catchy title so she could sell a book about her extremely self-centered romantic misadventures.

Let’s catalog all the moments I hated from the first half of the book (I gave up at that point because my anger as a duped reader was overwhelming):

– One major aspect to her realizing that she might be a spinster was when she realized she didn’t want to have sex. So a lack of sex drive equals a spinster? Umm no. I’m single and I orgasm every day. I know, too much information. Apologies.

– Single women are lonely. Wrong again. Being alone and loving solitude does not make a person “lonely.” This chick is a writer? For magazines? And doesn’t even know this? WTF?

– She refers to herself as a child who can’t become an adult because she’s always being taken care of by boyfriends and parents. And men don’t have that. So let’s focus on that double standard for a few paragraphs What. The. Flying. Fuck. Oh, I know! White privilege. (Bonus: auto correct wanted to make that “who’re privilege”! Thanks for the laugh, Apple.)

– Joys of a Spinster according to Bolick: Eating a Big Mac and crawling into bed without disgusting anyone. Really. That’s what she said, guys. I can’t. I just can’t. This chick pisses me off.

This book is a failure. I hate it.

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I’m pairing this book with a Duchesse de Bourgogne, a Flanders red ale that’s 6.2% ABV. This is one of my favorite beers and I needed something to love while reading this book. The Duchesse is a sour ale so be ready for a tart punch to your palette.

Photo credits: Verhaeghe Brewery

Format: Paperback.

Richard Hell’s I Dreamed I Was a Very Clean Tramp

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So this wasn’t extremely poorly written. At least Hell has that going for himself. It wasn’t too difficult to get through this book, I just wish it wasn’t seeping with arrogance and misogyny. Humility is not a word Richard Hell seems to be familiar with. I enjoyed certain aspects of his story but overall, it seemed just to be a recollection of his cavalier views on specific individuals in the early emerging Punk Scene and his various encounters with “pussy.” What I did appreciate were the few recollections concerning his interviews. I found his answers amusing and wished there was more of that in the book. If you’re a fan of Punk music and the beginning of the scene, then this book might interest you. Hell was supposedly the inspiration for the Sex Pistols and originator of Punk fashion, which is probably why his head is so far up his own ass.

I chose to pair up Hell’s autobiography with Amsterdam brewery, Brouwerij ‘t IJ’s Flink beer. Flink is a blond beer with a bitter taste. As bitter as Hell seems to be about the lack of appreciation he’s gotten.

Quote: “I think love is sort of a con you play on yourself. I think the whole conception of love is something the previous generation invents to justify having created you. You know I think the real reason children are born is because parents are so bored they have children to amuse themselves. They’re so bored they don’t have anything else to do so they have a child because that will keep them busy for a while. Then to justify to the kid the reason he exists they tell him there’s such a thing as love and that’s where you come from because me and your daddy or me and your mommy were in love and that’s why you exist. When actually it was because they were bored out of their minds.”

Format: Hardcover.