#rebecca solnit
If you only know George Orwell as the dyspeptic, dystopian creator of Animal Farmand1984,you should absolutely pick up Rebecca Solnit’s new Orwell’s Roses,which takes the rose garden Orwell planted at a rented cottage in 1936 as a jumping-off point to explore all kinds of questions. “For example,” writes reviewer Ilana Masad, “What was 1936 like politically, socially, and economically in England? Where was Orwell in his career then? Or: What did his given name signify and what history did it carry? What significance lay in his chosen nom de plume that over time was used by friends and family as well? And even: What does it mean to plant roses?”
Check out the full piece here!
– Petra
@wayfarers97 tagged me to post 3-5 books I want to read next year, and I had the hardest time figuring out which books to pick! I usually just wing it and grab whatever is in my floor pile or go on hold sprees at the library. But then I remembered some upcoming books that will publish this year that I’m eagerly anticipating.
-Solnit because I’ll always read her stuff, and I lucked into a copy of Orwell’s Roses recently and should probably get around to reading it in January.
-The upcoming Nevermoor book should come out in September!
-Mina, Matt Forsythe’s next picture book (out in spring) looks to be in the style of Pokko, which I absolutely loved.
-My friend recently got me hooked on The Inheritance Games, which we both found out is mystery trilogy (curses! I hate a mystery trilogy! I don’t like the unanswered suspense! This is a repeat of what happened with the Truly Devious trilogy. *cries*) and not a duology. So now, like a dummy, I’m waiting for the third book to come out in August.
Tagging anyone who’s up for sharing 2022 tbrs! (@the-forest-library, if you want to do this one!)
“Maps are ubiquitous in one sense, and completely missing in another. A lot of younger people don’t own maps and atlases and don’t have the knowledge a map gives you. We call things like MapQuest and Google Maps on your phone interactive… but are they? Are they interactive? It’s a system that largely gives you instructions to obey. Certainly, obedience is a form of interaction. (Maybe not my favorite one.) But a paper map you take control of — use it as you will, mark it up — and while you figure out the way from here to there yourself, instead of having a corporation tell you, you might pick up peripheral knowledge: the system of street names, the parallel streets and alternate routes. Pretty soon, you’ve learned the map, or rather, you have — via map — learned your way around a city. The map is now within you. You are yourself a map.”—Rebecca Solnit, author of A Field Guide To Getting Lost and Infinite City: A San Francisco Atlas(viaaustinkleon)
“I was learning that who you are and what you do and make and wear and say can be a contribution to people around you, that many of the most valuable gifts are not direct or material or measurable. That even how you live your life can be a gift to others.”
- Rebecca Solnit, Recollections of My Non-Existence
“In those days, I was trying to disappear and to appear, trying to be safe and to be someone, and those agendas were often at odds with each other.”
- Rebecca Solnit, Recollections of My Non-Existence
- Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
Spiderwebs are images of the non-linear, of the many directions in which something might go, the many sources for it; of the grandmothers as well as the strings of begats. There’s a German painting from the nineteenth century of women processing the flax from which linen is made. They wear wooden shoes, dark dresses, demure white caps, and stand at various distances from a wall, where the hanks of raw material are being wound up as thread. From each of them, a single thread extends across the room, as though they were spiders, as though it came right out of their bellies. Or as though they were tethered to the wall by the fine, slim threads that are invisible in other kinds of light. They are spinning, they are caught in the web. To spin the web and not be caught in it, to create the world, to create your own life, to rule your fate, to name the grandmothers as well as the fathers, to draw nets and not just straight lines, to be a maker as well as a cleaner, to be able to sing and not be silenced, to take down the veil and appear: all these are the banners on the laundry line I hang out.
Rebecca Solnit, Men Explain Things to Me
And they’re out to gut reproductive rights—birth control as well as abortion, as they’ve pretty effectively done in many states over the last dozen years. What’s meant by “reproductive rights,” of course, is the right of women to control their own bodies. Didn’t I mention earlier that violence against women is a control issue?
Rebecca Solnit, Men Explain Things To Me
Nothing that has ever happened should be regarded as lost for history.
Walter Benjamin
Hope is tough. It’s tougher to be uncertain than certain. It’s tougher to take chances than to be safe. And so hope is often seen as weakness, because it’s vulnerable, but it takes strength to enter into that vulnerability of being open to the possibilities.
Who drinks your tears,
who has your wings,
who hears your story?
© Rebecca Solnit
Ukraine, Mariupol, 2022
“People have always been good at imagining the end of the world, which is much easier to picture than the strange sidelong paths of change in a world without end.”—Rebecca Solnit, from “The Millennium Arrives: November 9, 1989″ in Hope in the Dark (Nation Books, 2004)
“when you give yourself to places, they give you yourself back” — Rebecca Solnit, from Wanderlust: A History of Walking
“Some books are toolkits you take up to fix things, from the most practical to the most mysterious, from your house to your heart, or to make things, from cakes to ships. Some books are wings. Some are horses that run away with you. Some are parties to which you are invited, full of friends who are there even when you have no friends. In some books you meet one remarkable person; in others a whole group or even a culture. Some books are medicine, bitter but clarifying. Some books are puzzles, mazes, tangles, jungles. Some long books are journeys, and at the end you are not the same person you were at the beginning. Some are handheld lights you can shine on almost anything.”
-Rebecca Solnit,A Velocity of Being: Letters to A Young Reader