There’s hope for change, in that the massive outpouring of criticism in this instance has persuaded the publisher to move the release date so that the manuscript can be revised, and the attempts to destroy Justina Ireland’s career have been unsuccessful — but this is an extreme case, and meanwhile, how many microaggressions are slipping through?
The world doesn’t need another white lady with an opinion here, so instead, I have made a bingo card for use whenever a pasty-faced writer responds to a call out.
Today, let’s talk about your favourite topic and mine, colonialism.
I spent three days at Ubud Writers and Readers Festival last week, and it was lovely! And currently the Singapore Writers Festival is on, and I am attending that as I’m able. I have many thoughts about many things, and I’m going to spread them out over a few days, actually probably a couple of weeks TBH, because Liz needs space to talk about classic boarding school novels and Star Trek and things like that.
[Liz: YOU DON’T KNOW ME.]
But today: colonialism.
Hello Lolstralia and our antipodean Kiwi neighbour, and of course any other visitors to the blog! No Award brings you the Down Under Feminist Carnival, Edition 102! We last hosted edition 90, yes, 12 months ago, and that we keep hosting in November is only a little bit of a coincidence.
With thanks to Mary, Thalia, Chally, Bec and Ana for submitting links.
Steph says: I felt really overwhelmed trying to ‘categorise’ links this month, and I’m still not happy with where things have ended up – like, if something is about motherhood and missions and the Stolen Generation, is it right to put that under Indigenous business, or parenting, or gendered stuff? We’re complex and it’s complex and feminism definitely, as we all know, has a tendency towards the normalisation of whiteness and then the ghettoisation of anything outside of that. So anyway, we can definitely chat about that in the comments if people feel like it.
A reminder: how the carnival works
Last month’s carnival: at bluebec.com
If you’d like to host a carnival: fill in this form to host. Hosting a carnival is a good way to really immerse yourself in antipodean feminists for a month, I find – it gives me a focus I don’t give it the rest of the year, flitting as I do from linkspam to linkspam and all the stresses in between. It’s very intense, but because we only host once a year it’s also okay 😀
Singapore is a tiny island with minimal resources, and so it’s been importing sand for land reclamation for 50 years. At first it purchased from its (poorer) Southeast Asian neighbours; those neighbours have since banned sand exports to Singapore. This has resulted in SAND PIRACY.
If you’ve been following my travel tumblr, you’ll already know a little bit about this, but today’s post here at NA builds on my blogging there and includes SANDING BY for SAND UPDATES so it’ll be a new adventure even for you!
I have a new appreciation for Blyton right now, because I’ve been reading some early Angela Brazil novels, and, well.
Brazil was one of the pioneers of the girls boarding school novel as a genre in its own right, but her early stuff, at least, hasn’t aged well. I don’t just mean the old-fashioned, episodic narrative structure, I mean the bit where the heroine’s sister writes minstrel songs for a hobby (a … different term is used), or the long digression about the inhumanity of the Chinese. I have a new appreciation for Blyton’s “everyone is white, and we’ll just be prejudiced against the Europeans who aren’t English” approach.
Anyway, stay tuned for more about Brazil in the podcast I’m launching with my friend Heidi in the new year. Yes, it’s about boarding school stories. Obviously.
When we left Malory Towers, scholarship girl Ellen was flouncing out in tears after Daphne makes a just-barely-inaudible jibe about her limited finances.