It can be very frustrating to be a literary student black woman. I read countless books from French literature and as my love for this domain grew through years, the time came when I got tired of not … Continue reading
“10/18, c’est l’âge requis pour lire cette collection ?” Si vous me suivez sur Twitter, vous savez certainement que j’étais au Salon du livre de Paris, cette année. Pas en tant que visiteur, non, ce serait trop facile. J’y étais … Continue reading
I do not like New Year
I’ve always found something sad, even though over the years , drunkenness and friends make it lighter. But despite that, I ‘ve never seen something festive , something more melancholy , sad . In short, I always had the bittersweet. But 2013 is different. So different, so extravagant, so senior … She is so marginal and undervalued its balance sheet that it deserves!
2013 was …
There a year , I decided to go to Finland .
Neither mom or dad, or friends, or tour guide or page Wilipedia on Finland , just me announcing to the world that I would spend a year in the North, a country I did not know. I went there for one year. I came in -20 degree course , I watched two hours of sun through the window during my course in linguistics , I laughed at the cashier offered me a bag in Finnish in a different way each time. I was drinking a Chai Latte in the street cafe opposite, and I resisted eating cake with red fruit that I loved so much . I put tights under my pants , either in my city of study or Lapland.
I went on Alands Islands snowstorm , is dog sledding, ate reindeer sausage , went swimming in the Arctic Ocean in socks and swimwear, saw the sun rise on the Stockholm deck of a ferry, saw the golden Saint Petersburg metro stations and chips market the medieval walls of Tallinn … I liked it too terribly . Oh, that yes, I wish it were the people who were with me in the night make burgers in the next street , who shared a tiramisu in a restaurant with me pirates , who played flip cup with me, who listened loop “Get Free ” by Major Lazer , who participated in international dinners, which were illegal roommates in my room … I terribly liked those people that like to remember today gives tears to my eyes. This is not a love that is felt at the time, it is a posteriori love, love to have lived with them somewhere in the world.
In short, it was more than a country , it was another life. My heart sometimes tight, when I look back . No one will see these moments , not even enough pictures . I carry with me and now I know it’s something unique that has made me a different person . On open ? Listening ? Confident ? All I know is that it has brought me nothing but good, something that today , I am proud of what I am forgiven what I was , and encourages I can become , without waiting the approval of others . Others built me but does not hold my person : I found the balance.
There a year , I decided to get into my passion.
I made this choice when we wonder what we will do with his life , and in the quest for a reassuring answer and unfathomable , I came away with ” and if I tried ? we’ll see . ” That’s how I wanted my first internship in publishing. And that’s how one of the larger boxes found me in my quest . Spend a few weeks in the middle of what we love was more than I could have hoped! When you decide to work in the books, it’s not as if we had an encouraging speech from others. But what do we say? Ah yes , the approval of others, she can go … look elsewhere.
Therefore surprising because , for now, I do what I love and I had such incredible opportunities as each other . Whether by the enthusiasm for the blog , meetings via Twitter, or better yet, my participation in the magazine Just Follow me .
It’s really rewarding to have good returns on what we love to do what you’re getting involved. But it is even more so when it focuses on issues that affect everyone .
It has long asked me if I had any favorite authors , people who inspired me . Until this year , I do not have any. Really, I had no one , no model , no icons . I think I ignored it long missing from my life, that my attachment to tenfold works like Roots , at work , historical speeches, but not people , figures which I could identify. Toni Morrison has filled this huge part of my life , not only by what she wrote , but more by what has resulted.
From his works, I started thinking. I opened this blog whose beginnings were a little sketch a humanist, and I read, I am interested in issues that hit me without I did wonder. I discovered concepts, and I exceeded this limit when I ran . How to link what excites me into something constructive ? How to resonate these works and show how they are essential ? What makes literature more than words ? This is where my first born critics.
I first met Guy , this band of immigrant friends who have given me so much and my ego ravaged European privileged . My cousin told me ” I can not explain , but it takes you to read it ” in me tended of Frantz Fanon , I read every morning during my time underground . Then I devoured ” The Bluest Eye” , sometimes crying during my reading. I thought again and again , and for weeks, I had the impression of living a cultural revolution in my head : what is the interbreeding ? Why I do not feel concerned by feminism TM ? Why am I uncomfortable that I’ll never be French sensation? Is what I ‘m homophobic ? Be black ( e ) does it make me not necessarily more objective / tolerant with respect to X or Y?
I always felt as a kind of modern humanist . It was not by nobility of soul or anything , it’s just something that has always fascinated me in fact to understand others and thus to pierce the veil of ignorance and prejudice that I had. In short, I ‘ve always been fascinated by the deconstruction of self in favor of openness to the world . It’s beautiful, huh ? I have long known that the open mind, then I thought I was a crossroads for many things , but I never found the right word .
Without me noticing it , intersectional boiling was born.
This intersectional addiction has taken a long time to form, expired in miscarriages of frustration , but today , in 2013 , it is definitely there . It still has no strong labels that I announce anything ( feminist, anti- racist , etc … adjectives are too strong) . Yet , now that big big bang intellectual arose , I fed all this , slowly, quietly, and safely. I am an eternal student of intersectionality .
So I began to articulate my critical thinking through what I liked most: literature. But it was more a way to put the order to be read . Hence my surprise that people find interesting some of my thoughts , and more to the point to follow me daily in debates . A huge thank you to those people who have found what I have said answers , or just something to remove. I am very grateful , as I am still an apprentice in the field 🙂
Student who ? Of all these people who are my education daily on Twitter, in books, everywhere, who tell me when I ‘m wrong, and listen to me when I have questions. It’s a bit what makes Mrs.Roots blog what it is. And then it was without counting the meet good people to consolidate all this based on specific project auboutdeslevres.wordpress.com
” Sibylle had forgotten Stockholm naked under the glare of the summer. Its iridescent beauty whispered memories ear at a street corner. She wandered for hours in the streets of Gamla Stan, flooded with tourists. Despite the popularity of this futilely called the Venice of the North , the soul of Sibyl was awake. In June, he was never late, as the sun was still up at midnight, but fatigue opposite view , she decided to resume its path. ” (From a draft)
The year 2013 is not a great story. If this were the case, there would be a beginning and an end , and I do not have the sense of unfinished while this post is too long . I honestly do not remember the bad things this year. I mean, there are no bullet points , just as some crackings (s) did not deserve . But the truth is that I want the same feeling of floating, unfinished for next year . I want to have the feeling that there will never be enough words to recount everything that was great. I do not wish you a good year, but just find your balance even floating that lets you dream in the end . To be happy whatever 🙂
For 2014 , I intend to be busy remaking the world a little darker these days . And it seems that I will not be alone to do it.
” Not alone ,” yeah . Even seems a certain someone held my hand this year to listen to me talk about printing, Scandal and Toni Morrison. Yeah, it seems the place , despite everything.
Finally, this is what I was told .