Close to the Knives by David Wojnarowicz - Memoir & LGBTQ+ Literature (1992) | Perfect for Book Clubs, Literature Studies & LGBTQ+ History Enthusiasts
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Wojnarowicz is a controversial contemporary artist who drew national attention when the NEA withdrew a grant for the artist's gallery, Artist's Space, in response to the lacerating essay he wrote about AIDS to accompany the show. He later sued the Reverend Donald Wildmon for copyright infringement and misrepresentation for using excerpts from his works when testifying before Congress. The book deals with subjects that arouse varied responses but rarely indifference. This very angry young man, the product of a lifetime of abuse inflicted by himself as well as others, is a traveler on the road to emotional and physical disintegration. Neither an autobiography nor essays, the work consists of segments, of incidents and images, some outrageous, some moving. It is an attempt to afford the reader a glimpse into outsider society but does so in a way that seems to aim more at alienation than amity. There is great pain here and a plea for compassion, but the rage and fear of which he accuses the establishment seems as much an echo of his own voice as it is of outside reality.- Paula Frosch, Metropolitan Museum of Art Lib., New YorkCopyright 1991 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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Close to the Knives is an urgent incendiary memoir, grounded mostly in feeling, that mixes forms, calling into question how documentation and archives function in relation to queer memories and experience. Linear heterosexual time, which dictates the expected linear beginning to end narrative form is completely warped by queer time and so the memoir “drifts” across spaces and decades and in and out of surreal dreams. Suicide and death burst unabashedly forward from its pages and made me cry. At moments the memoir is so poetic and abstract I was wandering through a confusing fever dream where time moved like thick hazy wisps of smoke. Other moments are concrete, detailed and specific and time runs out like an apocalypse; sharply clocked by the tick of corpses and the tick tock of dead friends and the ticking ticking tick tock of his own fading health and deteriorating body.Would recommend listening to the book on audible for a powerful, moving, sonic experience!
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