Like a child’s ‘why’ the dance of flipped coins. A yes or no that triggers more, then more of a self-interrogative prose: ‘mining my own heart’ to understand the world. ‘Life involves making a decision so the spirits can rush in’ (186).
Heavy in weight with 800 works and heavy with 350 years plus of history and heavy with generations of wrong. Yet beautiful food, loved gardens and strong blood memory reaching back to healing. Black story power repelling the cesspool of white privilege.
Read in one sitting, exquisite observation, careful thought, the emplaced body thinking through place and time with an eye on knowing the self through motherways, lit up by ‘instances’ of intensity: ‘the world opening up as if through a great funnel’ (63).
