Friday Finds

I totally adore Sara Bareilles, so watching her sing Cee-Lo Green's Fuck You is basically the perfect end to a week. She's so great!

- Readings has compiled a pretty awesome list of 20 Australian Books to Read in Your Twenties.

- 10 Historical Female Military Leaders from History.

- These girls on motorbikes are giving me life right now. Also totally making me want to write things about bikie girl gangs!

- This portrait of a South African family is also beautiful. I love the styling and backdrops.

- I'm a total sucker for SF Girl by Bay's Separated at Birth feature. This Mad Men one is particularly great.

- I would also like 10 of these Earl Grey Tea Cake's with Blueberry Cream Cheese Frosting.

- This is my life.

Macarons by JUCO for Fashion Gone Rogue

How amazing is this spread by Juco?! I'm completely in love with the whole thing, from hair to styling to backdrops and poses. It's charming and totally embodies one of my new favourite phrases - bubblegum gothic. Lovely lovely lovely. Check out the spread at the source here.








Sunday Short: Selkie Stories are for Losers by Sofia Samatar

Probably one of the biggest losers to fall in love with a selkie was the man who carried her skin around in his knapsack. He was so scared she'd find it that he took the skin with him everywhere, when he went fishing, when he went drinking in the town. Then one day he had a wonderful catch of fish. There were so many that he couldn't drag them all home in his net. He emptied his knapsack and filled it with fish, and he put the skin over his shoulder, and on his way up the road to his house, he dropped it.
"Gray in front and gray in back, 'tis the very thing I lack." That's what the man's wife said, when she found the skin. The man ran to catch her, he even kissed her even though she was already a seal, but she squirmed off down the road and flopped into the water. The man stood knee-deep in the chilly waves, stinking of fish, and cried. In selkie stories, kissing never solves anything. No transformation happens because of a kiss. No one loves you just because you love them. What kind of fairy tale is that?
While I don't read or write a hell of a lot of fantasy at the moment, I think it'll always be my first love, my favourite genre, particularly when it's executed as beautifully as Sofia Samatar's Selkie Stories are for Losers. Her sense of character, loss and myth is so tenderly explored, her prose lush and the relationship that evolves between Mona and the unnamed narrator hits a reader right in the feels. I particularly loved the two mothers, and how their weaknesses and flaws were apart and removed, but so heavily informed the lives of their children. It's almost a perfect short story.

You can read 'Selkie Stories are for Losers' over on Strange Horizons.

Friday Finds

I go on and off Iggy, but you can't deny that she's always putting out pretty great videos. This one inspired by Clueless is basically the best thing I've seen all week.

- Image Comics says women are the fastest growing demographics of comic books! Go figure! Now pls start hiring more women writers + give me Saga 3. 

- These amazing photos of Ethiopia by Steve McCurry are, well, amazing.

- I'm pretty excited for The Zero Theorem release. I've been a big Terry Gilliam fan for a long time, and this looks like another awesome film.

- A Jane Austen cookbook?!

- FINAL GIRL MOVIE?!?!?!

Monthlies


February's been such a mixed month for me, scaffolded by incredible highs and tragic lows. I said a final goodbye to my grandmother, got an awesome performance review, had a new short story published and took care of my sister as she received some bad news. None of this has been romantic, haha, but it's still nice to get swept up in the fever of Valentines anyway, a distraction from a tumultuous month. So this monthlie is horribly romantic for y'all - the saga of a relationship told through some of my favourite songs of the moment and ever. Enjoy!

February Mixtape by Sophie Overett on Grooveshark

Sunday Short: How Much My Novel Cost Me by Emily Gould

Having worked at a publishing house, I know that it’s not possible for everyone who works at a publishing house to read all the books coming out that season, or even parts of them, or even the descriptions of them in the catalog or in-house “tip sheets.” But I also know that if a book is supposed to be a “big” book, everyone in the office will read it. I was a young woman, so of course they had lumped me in with the cake-girl books. But my book was not cakey. I had no idea how to explain this to people. I clearly still don’t. Knowing how obnoxious it would sound, but feeling I had to say it anyway, if only to have said it, I told them that they had to “go all out.” “Say that I’m the voice of my generation,” I told them. They looked at me like I’d emitted a long, loud, smelly fart. And so—swear to god—I amended what I’d said: “Okay, say I’m a voice of my generation.”
This is a bit of a cheat this week, but it's such a great read I couldn't resist giving it a post of its own. Emily Gould's story of having her first book published, having it flop and the behaviour that ensued is a compelling read and ultimately a cautionary tale. She's obviously a smart woman, but the way she handled it was anything but, and the way she vocalises that makes for a beautifully rendered and occasionally totally cringe-worthy story.
 You can read 'How Much My Novel Cost Me' over at Medium.

A Book a Week in 2014: 'No One Belongs Here More Than You' by Miranda July (09/52)


No One Belongs Here More Than You is a contemporary American short fiction collection. Each story explores intimacy, sexuality and isolation and often the relationship the three things have to each other. An older woman develops a fantasy about Prince William. Two girls leave home and engage in a sexual awakening. One woman teaches old people to swim out of water. The stories embody the dose of absurdism currently so popular in short fiction to varying degrees of success.

It's hard for me to put my thoughts on this collection into words. With the exception of two stories, I kind of hated it. Finding it dreary, trite, and needlessly absurd. July aims for intimacy and unfortunately misses more times than she succeeds. That said, there were two stories I loved in the collection, that hit the mark for me emotionally in ways I didn't expect and damn near made reading the whole thing worth it. Something That Needs Nothing was beautiful and heartfelt and unpredictable, exploring first loves, sexuality and coming of age so tenderly that the second I finished the story I went back and read it again. The same thing happened with How to Tell Stories to Children, a story of unexpected intimacy in the face of desolate loneliness.

Those two stories were brilliantly rendered, taking the reader on a journey that mattered. Unfortunately though, with sixteen shorts in the thing, it wasn't exactly good odds. The best word I can think of to describe it is uneven, embodying that phrase of sublime to the ridiculous, and I left too many stories feeling diengaged and, well, nothing, which is never something you want in a book.

2/5 Identity Changing Wigs