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A few literary suggestions for Black History Month
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Maybe you know Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie from when Beyoncé sampled her TEDx talk, “We should all be feminists,” or maybe you’ve been following her emergence as one of the most prominent voices of African literature over the last two decades. Her latest novel, Americanah, was selected by The New York Times as one of the 10 Best Books of 2013.
Edna Lewis had a hell of a career. She worked her way up as a seamstress, eventually fashioning a dress for Marilyn Monroe. Then she became the first African-American celebrity chef. Then she broke her leg, so she wrote a cookbook. The Taste of Country Cooking was interspersed with personal stories of growing up in a freed-slave settled town in Virginia, and redefined what many thought of Southern food.
Roxane Gay(@roxanegay), famed author of Bad Feminist, is a Tumblr favorite, and not just because you can follow her. She writes about what it means to be a woman of color. She’s the first Black woman to write for Marvel, and she’s writing queer WOC into their storylines. She pulled her unreleased book from publishers Simon & Schuster after their deal with Milo Yiannopoulos was announced. It’s easy to admire her actions as much as her writing.
When I was 1, my mother and father got into their first argument. When I was two, my first baby brother was born– he looks just like mother. Still does. When I was 3, my last baby brother was born– he acts so strange and he’s the luckiest one too. He almost died twice, but an angel is always there to save him. When I was 4, my father moved out and my mother was finally free from his tyranny. When I was 5, my grandmother smiled because she caught me in my first lie. When I was 6, my grandfather passed away– I cried for a whole week… or maybe for the whole day… time is an illusion, yeah? When I was 7, I burned my grandmother’s kitchen down. She covered for me. When I was 8, I made a best friend at school. The next day he was another kid’s best friend, so I cried about it. When I was 9, my grandmother from Vietnam passed away. My mom cried that whole month. Time is still an illusion. When I was 10, my mother still hit us. When I was 11, I questioned my existence. Why am I here? When I was 12, I told her to stop hitting us. She called the cops on me. They said I didn’t do anything wrong. Case closed. When I was 13, I got my first heartbreak. When I was 14, I smoked my first blunt. When I was 15, I popped my first pill. When I was 16, I was single for a whole year. When I was 17, I met a smile with poetry written all over it. When I was 18, she broke my heart. When I was 19, I started to smoke a lot more. When I was 20, I was so damn lost. When I was 21, all we did was fuck. When I was 22, she said that this was enough. When I was 23, I dropped the razor. I’m 24 now. I wonder about 25. I chase after 26. I’m in love with 27. It gets better.
Our party is doing a quest where we’re doing a bandit raid in the middle of the desert. We’re low on cash, so before we start the raid, we’re calculating how much each of us gets by selling all the stuff we find in the rather large bandit camp, as well as coming up with a battle plan. The deal was we get a set amount of gold, plus five for proof of us killing each bandit. In truth, we killed 21 bandits and kept their leader for later questioning. All of this is ooc.
Druid (me): Guys, I just thought of something.
Me: They didn’t specify we had to bring back heads.
Me: So instead of taking heads, let’s cut off their hands. Twice the gold.
Rogue: That’s a good idea! Actually, why stop there? Let’s take their fingers.
DM/Wizard: Or- Actually, I’m not going to tell you this.
Rogue: OR THEIR TEETH!
(Everybody is roaring with laughter)
DM: Oh god.
And that’s the story of how we collected 640 human and elven teeth to sell to an adventurer’s guild. We haven’t seen if the guild is gonna buy our story yet, this happened last night.