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An undeniably celebratory and deeply troubling manifesto for the unrepentant bitch, this sharp-edged collection (of fiction, prose poetry, personal essays, photographs and illustrations) recognises femme as an identity in flux and in motion. Such critically acclaimed writers as Camilla Gibb, Sky Gilbert, Michelle Tea, Amber Hollibaugh and Anurima Banerji unapologetically refuse definitions while exploring their desire to make femininity fit their own queer frames. Darlings, drag queens, whores and action heroes... a femme by any other name is spectacular.… (mere)
I had high expectations for this book, but it fell completely short.
"Quantum Femme" was terrible. The meaning of quantum is, according to the internet, "the Latin word for amount and, in modern understanding, means the smallest possible discrete unit of any physical property, such as energy or matter." I feel like the writer was trying to describe this super-sexy powerful femme, which is nice, but with every description of what the quantum femme does or does not do, I found myself comparing my own actions and falling short. Who is the quantum femme? Obviously not a scientist, or she'd pick a better word.
"Clay Pigeon" read like a veiled threat. To whom? I don't know. Someone obviously pissed the writer off. I found the whole piece boring and offensive. A page and a half of I-don't-care.
"Blessed Be" was the worst one. Yuck.
There were a few good ones, mainly "Femme Fables", "gonna get my girl body back: this is a work in progress", "Two Poetic Incantations", and "Wheels Plus".
But mostly, a lot of this book was either forgettable or shoddily-written. I feel bad for writing such a mean review, but this book had so much potential, and I wish the editors had picked better pieces. ( )
An undeniably celebratory and deeply troubling manifesto for the unrepentant bitch, this sharp-edged collection (of fiction, prose poetry, personal essays, photographs and illustrations) recognises femme as an identity in flux and in motion. Such critically acclaimed writers as Camilla Gibb, Sky Gilbert, Michelle Tea, Amber Hollibaugh and Anurima Banerji unapologetically refuse definitions while exploring their desire to make femininity fit their own queer frames. Darlings, drag queens, whores and action heroes... a femme by any other name is spectacular.
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"Quantum Femme" was terrible. The meaning of quantum is, according to the internet, "the Latin word for amount and, in modern understanding, means the smallest possible discrete unit of any physical property, such as energy or matter." I feel like the writer was trying to describe this super-sexy powerful femme, which is nice, but with every description of what the quantum femme does or does not do, I found myself comparing my own actions and falling short. Who is the quantum femme? Obviously not a scientist, or she'd pick a better word.
"Clay Pigeon" read like a veiled threat. To whom? I don't know. Someone obviously pissed the writer off. I found the whole piece boring and offensive. A page and a half of I-don't-care.
"Blessed Be" was the worst one. Yuck.
There were a few good ones, mainly "Femme Fables", "gonna get my girl body back: this is a work in progress", "Two Poetic Incantations", and "Wheels Plus".
But mostly, a lot of this book was either forgettable or shoddily-written. I feel bad for writing such a mean review, but this book had so much potential, and I wish the editors had picked better pieces. (