(Please ignore its icky title.)
- Once again, Christina Kelly is in my head.
I was psyched to see that Kathleen liked Sara’s book. (Honestly I can’t think of any book or movie about a scene I was part of that I didn’t have issues with.) I thought it was terrific: carefully researched and beautifully written. Sara came at this as a historian, a participant, a fan, and a musician—a difficult trick to pull off and I think she was successful. As a non-musician, my reading was given resonance by the way she wove insights about the music into the narrative, and as a non-Riot Grrrl, I was grateful for the way she brought to live the emotional ambition and political depth of the movement. Riot Grrrl was musicians, it was teenagers, it was women, it was weirdos—these are not groups who get taken terribly seriously, and this book is a huge step in refuting those prejudices. It’s also just a great story. I missed subway stops several times while reading it, and if you know me, I usually sit on the subway right by the door and the map, checking every 15 seconds to see if I am on the right one. This mass-transit-phobic reader gives two thumbs up!