“Where is your bookmark?”
My bookmark is in the novel, “White Girls” by Hilton Als. I picked this book up by chance, and on sale, at Blackwell’s, where I bought last week’s selection “Black Klansman.” Als is a prolific writer, most notably to me for “The New Yorker.” The book goes against the grain of the title, focusing on blackness, queer identity and art in an amalgamation set in Brooklyn.
The voice of the story is strange, almost uninviting, which is different than what I have read in a while. As a writer myself, varying perspectives is rewarding to stretch my imagination.