Arriving into New York in 1925, Rudolph Fisher immediately became involved in the Harlem Renaissance, befriending the likes of Langston Hughes and contributing short stories to both white and Black publications, including The New Negro. Fisher published his first novel, The Walls of Jericho, in 1928, aiming to complete a challenge set by his friend…… Continue reading Living Amongst the Fays: Rudolph Fisher’s Portrayal of Race Collision in ‘The Walls of Jericho’
This book found me. I didn’t seek it or even come across it by accident. It found me in the first year of my Master’s. It was included in the course material as an example of a rather niche, in media res novel introduction. I could have made note of the techniques used and moved…… Continue reading A Tale for the Time Being: What I Thought
Just shy by eight years, The Walls of Jericho by Rudolph Fisher was published almost a century ago. But if I hadn’t told you that, you’d have been none the wiser. Following the lives of a tiny subsection of 1920’s Black Harlem, Fisher gives us a snapshot of what it was like to be both…… Continue reading The Walls of Jericho: What I Thought
I don’t read much non-fiction. The desire to read Harari’s Sapiens stemmed from the hype that was surrounding the book when it was first released. My motive, I initially thought, was to find out what someone else considered to be the future of humankind. We’re constantly told that humans are destroying the planet at a…… Continue reading Sapiens: What I Thought
Have I had a major falling out with Dan Brown? I’ve been a huge fan of Brown since I started taking reading seriously – a good fifteen years ago, perhaps. It wasn’t until my late teens, early twenties, that I became a binge reader of his: seeing the dawn rise whilst polishing off one of…… Continue reading Origin: What I Thought
I’m sorry, son. We tried to keep the bad guys out. The ones that have elbowed their way to the top, and continue to stand on the heads of the triers beneath them. We tried. I’m sorry, son. We tried to separate, fold, condense, and ship our rubbish off to the right places, only for…… Continue reading I’m sorry, son. We tried.
I am officially a Master’s student. OK – writing that ‘out loud’ did feel a bit special in comparison to how I’ve been feeling thus far. According to Google, or more specifically the completely accurate Wikipedia ~ don’t come after me for the satire ~, a Master’s degree is one which demonstrates mastery or a high-order overview of a…… Continue reading GIOMC 04: Fallen Behind
‘I suppose one of the reasons we’re all able to continue to exist for our allotted span in this green and blue vale of tears is that there is always, however remote it might seem, the possibility of change.’ We tend to walk through life under the impression that most of us humans think and…… Continue reading Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine: What I Thought
I’ve been perplexed at every ‘Just two weeks until they’re back’ or ‘Why is the summer so long’. Perhaps I’m the strange one, but you see, this summer has sped by. You’ve not bombarded us with bad behaviour. You’ve not had to be busy daily. Spending more money than we had. Sure, you’ve eaten your…… Continue reading Losing My Best Friend
I like to think I have an open and honest relationship with my partner. This willingness to share, combined with my emotional Cancerian tendencies, led to me admitting that I’m concerned about my mental health now that the school holidays are here. Scared. Terrified. I had been cruising along nicely with my little nursery and…… Continue reading Are You OK, Mama?