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A review by booksgurrsandpurrs
There's Always This Year: On Basketball and Ascension by Hanif Abdurraqib
dark
emotional
hopeful
reflective
medium-paced
5.0
And so it is possible that I'm being unfair here. But I know what I know about heartbreak, and I know what I know about this country. And so it is possible that I'm being as fair as I possibly can be. (pg198)
Yes, Bring your hauntings down to the fire and throw them in. Bring not just the trinkets and tokens of dismantled love but bring your broken hearts, the whole damn faulty machine. There are enough new ones to go around. (pg199)
Author Hanif Abdurraqib once again uses a semi-autobiographical approach to thread the emotional undercurrent of what he deems ascent. But to define such a thing we the reader must first explore history (public and intimate) at its monstrous moments to then revere the magical feats of human kind.
There's a song in my heart and it only beats to the rhythm of Abdurraqib's prose. Somehow Abdurraqib orchestrates a sweet symphony of love, grief, heartbreak and reverence for community and sport in a swirling suspended state of elation and descent within an intimate sense of urgency between writer and reader. Listen closely, we don't know if we'll be present next year. There's only right now.
Yes, Bring your hauntings down to the fire and throw them in. Bring not just the trinkets and tokens of dismantled love but bring your broken hearts, the whole damn faulty machine. There are enough new ones to go around. (pg199)
Author Hanif Abdurraqib once again uses a semi-autobiographical approach to thread the emotional undercurrent of what he deems ascent. But to define such a thing we the reader must first explore history (public and intimate) at its monstrous moments to then revere the magical feats of human kind.
There's a song in my heart and it only beats to the rhythm of Abdurraqib's prose. Somehow Abdurraqib orchestrates a sweet symphony of love, grief, heartbreak and reverence for community and sport in a swirling suspended state of elation and descent within an intimate sense of urgency between writer and reader. Listen closely, we don't know if we'll be present next year. There's only right now.