"Once upon a time there was a baby called Marcia. Then she blinked her eyes, and she was 65."
Playfulness continues to be present in every instance of philosophical thinking -- we just don't always notice it. And only by playing with assumptions, no matter how dear, can philosophy push inquiry forward.
As a grown-up who was raised in an era where comics, anime, sci-fi and fantasy fandom instantly classified you as a "loser" or a "geek" (which was NOT something society liked as much back then), The Little Con of Comics warmed my heart.
The Story of My Teeth, on every level, is obsessed with artifice and the slipperiness of identity. Now translated by Christina MacSweeney, in collaboration with Luiselli, the book mimics her own play with authorial identity. In the book, Gustavo Sánchez Sánchez, also known as Highway, claims to be writing a “dental autobiography,” though the question of whose words we’re actually reading later becomes complicated.
by no less than Chinua Achebe, to be a colonialist, ultimately racist piece of writing about Africa and indigenous peoples who are little understood