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A review by polyphonicprairies
Fucking Magic by Clementine Morrigan
5.0
This took me so long to read because I didn’t want it to end. Clementine’s writing is a raw beacon of transformation - proof from numerous middles and numerous other sides that there’s a life beyond the pain of the past (which comes all too often to the present).
Reading this collection of zines in order, it’s striking how coherently the narrative flows on Clementine’s work to build a home for and within themselves. The work spirals slowly outwards, enlarging and revisiting themes it touched on earlier.
This writing feels like sitting beside someone else within their mind - like Yumi Sakugawa’s artwork about having tea with your demons, except it’s Clementine’s tea party and they’ve also invited you to the table. It’s so real, it’s a balm. I’m thankful for Clementine’s work.
Reading this collection of zines in order, it’s striking how coherently the narrative flows on Clementine’s work to build a home for and within themselves. The work spirals slowly outwards, enlarging and revisiting themes it touched on earlier.
This writing feels like sitting beside someone else within their mind - like Yumi Sakugawa’s artwork about having tea with your demons, except it’s Clementine’s tea party and they’ve also invited you to the table. It’s so real, it’s a balm. I’m thankful for Clementine’s work.