Feminist Press and the Corin Tucker Band’s new releases––the PUSSY RIOT! A Punk Prayer for Freedom eBook and Kill My Blues––both hearken to riot grrrl nostalgia, but with seemingly different responses on how to restart the radical feminist movement. Who’s right?
The resonant hall of memory is a lot like the First Unitarian Universalist Church on Polk Street, San Francisco. Adrienne Rich held court in both, filling her audience with the direct, fluid power of her words. Laura Carter examines her legacy, grasps at the delta, to find that the poet “long ago moved on / deeper into the heart of the matter.” Rest in peace.
Fanzine arrived at Moby Dick in San Francisco just in time to see Whitney sing Step By Step on February 11th in a televised tribute to her own life, as happens with celebrity, the product outliving the person, a self-made monument. Fanzine took the long way home, reflecting, and stayed up late watching her films. Kevin Killian’s 2008 essay, with fellow fan Bradford Nordeen, analyzes her mythic presence through her movies, locked in the vice-grip of fame, of performance, of the voice.
Thomas Page McBee is running––down a street in Oakland, down a stretch of history, down a thread like an ant in the description of a tesseract. In the prologue of his (as yet) unpublished memoir "about crime, family, and masculinity," This Fragile Fortress, McBee brings his hands together in a flash––a boyish Mrs. Who––and the ant passes from who Thomas was into who he is about to be. Oakland, California: 2010.