Grandparents are here so I am cranking through the books!
Grandparents are here so I am cranking through the books!
This one just scrapes a So-So for me. It has some interesting things to say but not enough to warrant the grand title. It's a memoir rather than a feminist essay which took me by surprise & I'd never heard of Jill Soloway or her work. I didn't particularly warm to her or her inconsistent writing style so that didn't help. And I didn't really like her reaction to the allegations of sexual abuse on her show.
I wasn‘t so sure when I started this because I have heard conflicting things about Transparent in the wake of #Metoo, but I appreciated how the whole book was a transformation and an admittance of getting a lot wrong. I like that she was honest about what she was trying to do and that she was still learning as she was figuring out the world for herself too.
I'm not sure how well I'll do, given I'm still working 50+ hours a week, but I thought I'd give the @bookriot #riotgrams challenge a shot this month!
#shelfie
This was okay. There were some really solid segments deconstructing the patriarchy and making valid arguments from a female-forward society. This is a memoir, however, not a manifesto, which I saw some reviews criticize. It was interesting to read her struggle with joining the queer/trans community while fighting entrenched gender-normative notions of society, especially when accusations against Tambor surfaced.
11-25-18: My 60th finished book of 2018! 👍🏼📖#️⃣6️⃣0️⃣
This is a celebrity memoir and starts well with a happy family life, husband + two sons, but then Jill gets a call from her father announcing he is trans. She came to terms with the news and accepted ‘moppa‘.
Then its about how she used experiences to write Transparent, the show on Amazon. It felt too much an advert for the show at times. But its honest and covers gender identity and acceptance. Worth a read. Thanks to netgalley. #netgally
Faith and I agreed on picking up barbecue to enhance the absurd factor. Moments are always less heavy when people have charred meat in their teeth.
ARC, First To Read, Penguin House. I have to admit to skimming to the last few pages of the book. I was enjoying the beginning of the book, but it seemed to devolve into manic episodes of “this happened” and “this happened” and then “this happened” to the point where I was having a hard time following along. I‘m happy that Jill Soloway has found who they are. It was just extremely overwhelming and I suppose that‘s the point, isn‘t it. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
This book is a missed opportunity. Written by the creator of Transparent, it is ostensibly a feminist manifesto and exploration of gender fluidity wrapped in a memoir. In reality, it is a navel-gazing, self-congratulatory piece in which the author fails to recognize their own complicity in silencing and apologism. I‘m very disappointed.