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Weekend reading
Read Still Life With Bones: Genocide, Forensics, and What Remains by Alexa Hagerty, nonfiction about the work of forensic anthropologists exhuming mass graves to identify victims of state violence and armed conflict in Guatemala and Argentina. Thoughtful, thought-provoking, and frequently difficult to read due to the sheer scale of the horrors that led to this work being necessary. In a way, I think Hagerty (a social anthropologist who did forensic fieldwork in both countries, but didn't make it her career) successfully pulls off the style/structure that wasn't working for me in Caroline Fraser's Murderland, weaving together snippets of different "plot" (for lack of a better word, as both books are non-fiction) threads to build up to a larger point— ping-ponging between then and now, in Hagerty's case, and meditations on grief, memory, mourning rituals, the balance of science and emotion in forensic human rights work, the cultural perception/hierarchy of senses (how touch is viewed as "base" compared to, say, sight vs. the vital role of touch in forensic practice - articulating skeletons, "tactile inspection"), myths and folklore, etc.
Currently reading The Book of Love by Kelly Link, and if I loved this less, I could talk about it more, but the gist of the plot (so far) is that three (four?) teens return from the dead to find that, as part of the magic, they are the only ones who remember that they were gone and the world has shifted to scar-tissue over the gap of their almost-a-year's absence. Reminds me, in more or less abstract ways, of Genevieve Hudson's Boys of Alabama and Katherine Arden's The Warm Hands of Ghosts.
Currently reading The Book of Love by Kelly Link, and if I loved this less, I could talk about it more, but the gist of the plot (so far) is that three (four?) teens return from the dead to find that, as part of the magic, they are the only ones who remember that they were gone and the world has shifted to scar-tissue over the gap of their almost-a-year's absence. Reminds me, in more or less abstract ways, of Genevieve Hudson's Boys of Alabama and Katherine Arden's The Warm Hands of Ghosts.