Books & suffering

About Me

Books (she/her) is a reader; suffering is her former co-editor. An autoethnography of literary consecration, essayistic reckonings, fucked up feelings for readers who like to read.  

Your High is Pure

Re-reading The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga

A man leads me to the back of the smoke shop, where he tries to sell me pre-rolls of weed. He is a confident man, with an accent I’m unable to identify and a salesman’s tough earnestness. In this Greenwich Village glass-pipe operation, he is in […]

Under the Butter Dish

Re-reading Whip Smart by Melissa Febos

“I know you. You’ve suffered, you’re worthy.” 

“What am I worthy of?” I ask.

“Of living! No one deserves to live if they haven’t suffered! And I certainly wouldn’t hang out with you if you hadn’t.” She says. 

She and I settled into female […]