“Lemonade” is not simply another “he done me wrong” album or video. The relationship at the heart of the lyrics is a Trojan horse, opening to the shores of black womanhood as healing and salvation.
It’s also obvious that Beyoncé and her collaborators have combed through some college syllabi and taken a few trips to the bookstore. “Lemonade” is basically a video version of Black Feminist Lit 101.
- The Way Forward is With a Broken Heart by Alice Walker
- Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
- Some Love, Some Pain, Sometime by J. California Cooper
- for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf by Ntozake Shange
- Mama Day bu Gloria Naylor
- Beloved by Toni Morrison
“Look up at the sky. … and you will see how everything changes.”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince
[via The Guardian]
From cunning spies who evade discovery to baddies who literally get away with murder (and worse), novels that leave villains unpunished can be nail-bitingly frustrating. Even if you don’t believe in karma, something still feels wrong about seeing the bad guys triumph. Here are some great fictional evildoers that I really wanted to face justice:
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Today (April 23, 2016) is the 400th anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death. During his life he also killed off a lot of (fictional) people. This pie chart tallies all the ways to die and how many did in Shakespeare’s plays (click through to an interactive version to see the actual numbers).
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HBO’s Game of Thrones returns Sunday, April 24! To prepare for the new season, we asked several BuzzFeed staffers to draw what they remember from last season.
We quickly learned that…a lot happened. It’s hard to get it all straight.
[via The Toast]
- You are either a virgin or a sad and lovely widow whose husband was lost at sea. You are spirited, but still passing ladylike.
- Your father is away in the colonies protecting his tobacco interests, or a bumbling idiot, or a gambler. His character flaws lead to you becoming betrothed to a man you’ve never met.
- Your dance card is filled up with the names of eligible gentlemen who are excessively unattractive.
- You have a maiden aunt who despairs of you. You have a gaggle of sisters of marriageable age and they are all silly.
- You are an incorrigible womanizer and you have lived in France. You are squandering your sizeable inheritance on loose women and card tables. You may very well be a pirate.
- Your best friend is a notorious flirt and not as pretty as you. She weds a buffoon for convenience and immediately regrets her decision. Her sole ambition in life is to orchestrate a marriage for you that’s ever so slightly beneath hers.
- A gentleman of your acquaintance once addressed you by your Christian name as he brushed his fingers against the lace filigree of your fichu. You still blush at the recollection.
- A notorious rake catches your eye at a fashionable social function. His brocaded—though not foppishly so—waistcoat betrays his unimaginable wealth. His eyes smolder like sapphires pulled from the inferno itself. He raises his glass to you with a ravenous smile.
- You are fluent in French, despite never having been abroad. Your profligate older brother once spent a season in Paris and came back with the clap.
- You have a secret, potentially scandalous alter-ego, such as authoress of smutty literature or highwayman. Your true identity is under heated debate by the Ton. In your spare time you give baskets of food to the poor and practice the pianoforte and/or mandolin.
- You are proposed marriage to by no less than three vicars every Tuesday. You refuse them with delicacy, then weep into the rosebushes on the east veranda. Your heart belongs to another.
- A wealthy and influential harridan disapproves of you and makes sure everyone within earshot knows it. You don’t give a fig what she thinks. You flutter your fan defiantly.
- You are dancing a quadrille with a gentleman you find despicable. He is taken aback by your wit and cheek. His devilish grin and tightly coiled arm muscles make you suddenly desirous of swooning. Your bosom heaves.
- A certain young lady with a comely face and dazzling eyes rejects you in no uncertain terms. She haunts your thoughts by day and your dreams by night, to the extent that you can no longer delight in any of life’s joys, not even whores.
- You are caught in a storm and contract a violent head-cold. Fearing for your life, a platonic friend of the family whisks you to his chamber and removes all your clothes with tantalizing earnestness. This is a very gentlemanly thing to do, and you shiver with longing.
- Everything between your legs is delicately referred to as your “sex.”
- Your nipples are like silken rose petals. The curve of your ear is like a trembling pink shell. An improbable plot device leads to you sharing a bed with a rogue whose Byronic masculinity awakens something excruciating in you.
- Despite having less sexual experience than a house fern, you fall into throes of ecstasy at your first encounter with your lover’s erect member/manhood/scepter. He deflowers you with the utmost tenderness and it’s the best sex anyone has ever had and you do it for hours and hours.
- Your orgasms are like an explosion of Roman candles, or an impossibly sweet bouquet of roses blossoming, or a sunburst that launches you to the heavens and carries you blissfully back down to earth on golden wings. This goes on for pages, at the end of which your lover strokes your hair and calls you “Sweeting.”
- Oh God, you are ruined, ruined! What man will ever marry you now that you’ve cast your virtue away on the transitory caresses of a rake? You’ll have no alternative but to come out on the town or, worse, become a governess. Your best friend will be delighted.
- After a period of uncertainty, it becomes evident that your paramour is a scoundrel no longer—his ardor for you is pure and undying, and he wants nothing more than to marry you immediately. He foreswears all his former debauchery and you congratulate yourself for changing him so thoroughly with your love. You may or may not be pregnant.
Do you even have to ask?
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If you’ve seen The Witch, there’s a good chance the Satanic imagery and occult mood of it is still tapping at your spine — and not without reason: people have been obsessed with the occult for centuries, and it never seems to lose any of its charm.
Now, the term “occult” is often used as a catch-all to mean anything mystical, supernatural or paranormal, and extends from alchemy to astrology to Wicca to Hermeticism. Let’s just say it’s a wide field. This list intends to be a sort of starting place, with a balance of classic occult and occult-related texts as well as literature with occult elements to enchant readers of every interest level. Proceed.