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Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir
by Akwaeke Emezi
This is the first book by Akwaeke Emezi that I’ve read. I picked it up because of the themes (identity, spirituality, relationships with body, family, culture and place etc.), but I ended up being delighted by the way the author weaves words. Powerful, honest, poetic. At times, they write about relationships in a way that exposes such truth, but packaged in poetry. My book is full of yellow highlights for resonant parts like these:
“I ignore the video, there are more wounds between us than longing and lonely stems can knit close.”
“These humans are so loud in how they press down, in how they enforce their realities. What would it look like if we took up our own space, planets and planets worth of it?”
“How could I stay where I was required to fold, where I was flattened by force, a man’s hand with velocity behind it, a wickes world, lies upon lies upon lies.”
“I’ve decided to take care of you while avoiding your dangerous proximity, your greedy version of love. This distance is just honest, perhaps in three lifetimes you’ll see how the true space between us was an endless cavern, a rift that none of your longing could ever pull closed.”
“There are only a few decades left before I go home; I don’t want to waste them being folded.”
This was a book that I simultaneously didn’t want to put down but also savoured slowly. I’ll be picking up more Akwaeke Emezi books in the future
“I ignore the video, there are more wounds between us than longing and lonely stems can knit close.”
“These humans are so loud in how they press down, in how they enforce their realities. What would it look like if we took up our own space, planets and planets worth of it?”
“How could I stay where I was required to fold, where I was flattened by force, a man’s hand with velocity behind it, a wickes world, lies upon lies upon lies.”
“I’ve decided to take care of you while avoiding your dangerous proximity, your greedy version of love. This distance is just honest, perhaps in three lifetimes you’ll see how the true space between us was an endless cavern, a rift that none of your longing could ever pull closed.”
“There are only a few decades left before I go home; I don’t want to waste them being folded.”
This was a book that I simultaneously didn’t want to put down but also savoured slowly. I’ll be picking up more Akwaeke Emezi books in the future