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By Tyler Davis The weather is getting colder, the boots and coats are coming out of storage, and it’s getting dark at 5pm. If you’re still looking for a way to transition from your summer romance novels, here are my recommendations of the best books for your dark academia winter. If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio The novel follows Oliver Marks, who has just been released from jail for a murder he may or may not have committed. As one of seven actors studying Shakespeare at an elite arts college, Oliver and his friends find themselves playing the same roles off-stage as they do on-stage and as tensions continue to rise, one of them is found dead. Now they must convince themselves and the police that they are blameless. Nothing gives more dark academia than a Shakespeare-inspired murder mystery set in rural Illinois. Perfect for a late-night, frantic finish that keeps you on the edge of your seat. The 7 ½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton If you couldn’t tell, we’re on a real murder mystery kick this winter. Follow Aiden Bishop as he attempts to solve the murder of Evelyn Hardcastle in eight days, while waking up in the body of a different guest every day. It’s the perfect novel to devour entirely in one day, and you’ll be talking about all the different twists and turns for weeks on end. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde Sue if you must, but I find that there’s no better time to read a classic novel than winter, especially Oscar Wilde. Dorian Gray, local golden boy, has his life upended by his own portrait. He trades his soul for unending youth, while the portrait becomes stained with evidence of his evil. I find that the shock and horror in this book is less about the ending and more about the journey it takes to get there. Gray forces the reader to grapple with their own sense of self-importance, and what it means when the importance overshadows the self. Dante’s Inferno by Dante Alighieri Yet another classic novel. This one is partially because I read it during winter, and the association has stuck. And really, what’s more dark academia winter than a stylized journey through the circles of hell? Dante Alighieri has been forced to take the journey through hell, a last ditch effort to convince himself to change his less-than-Godly lifestyle before he truly ends up in hell forever. In my opinion, this novel is best slowly digested over the course of winter. A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers This book is for avid supporters of women’s rights and more importantly, women’s wrongs. Food critic Dorothy Daniels makes a disturbing connection between her love of increasingly complex meals and her love of non-committal sex that, in my opinion, solidifies her as worthy of eternal fame. It’s up to interpretation whether that fame be positive or negative, but is there really a difference?

By Charlotte Van Schaack Just in time for Halloween a chill set into the DC air and dropped the temperature nearly twenty degrees. I know that by the time you are reading this it is likely November, or months after, but bear with me. As of late I have been consuming a lot of “spooky season” media, but all with good academic intent. I am writing about ghosts and I am reading about Frankenstein (his Creature too) and I am listening to songs about werewolves and I am sure that all of my friends are sick of it. I watched the movie Ghost (which I highly recommend) and as I am writing now, The Sixth Sense is on in the background. All of my wits say that it makes sense to take advantage of what was supposed to be an October 30th blog post and write about one of my academic topics or at least Rocky Horror Picture show. Honestly though, and quite unfortunately perhaps, I have not had a single idea come to mind. Rather, I would like to write about the magic of live theater (this is not a joke). Over Halloweekend I went to see Head Over Heels for the third time this year. The AU Department of Performing Arts put together a magnificent production of the musical. As a disclaimer: I am a theater enthusiast, not a critique, but please take what I have to say to heart. Head Over Heels is an unapologetic celebration of queer joy. This musical won my heart over several years ago when I remembered having seen a marquee once and never hearing anything more. That is to say that in 2021, I spontaneously remembered hearing about the show in 2018, and then in 2021 decided to listen to the soundtrack and make it my entire personality. If you haven’t yet privileged yourself with viewing a production and have not looked up the wikipedia page by this point, let me direct you to the two pieces of media it miraculously and seamlessly stitches together: The Countess of Pembroke’s Arcadia by Sir Phillip Sidney and The Go-Go’s discography. Now, if you would like to hear about the use of each musical number, or the plot, or the complications and various iterations of the show before the version most people know now, please go find another article. I am here to write about how much I enjoyed AU’s production and I am here to remind readers of how important it is for us to see representations of queer joy. My favorite part of Head Over Heels, hands down, is that any instance of queerness is met with unwavering acceptance. When characters realize they are queer, everything falls into place. It is the kind of affirmation that more people need to see. I hope that some college students or community members were able to feel something positive take hold of them too. I encourage everyone to seek out media that celebrates queer identities and showcases happy experiences unique to queerness. It is incredibly important to you and to the queer community that you do so. And if you will allow me three final words: “Let’s go lesbians!”

By Ava Bagdasarian The leaves are finally beginning to turn that yellowish, reddish color that I wait all year for. The nights creep up earlier and people wander the streets in costume. In the spirit of, what is in my opinion, the greatest season of the year, here are 5 albums you should listen to this fall! 1. Bear Creek - Brandi Carlile (2012) This album came out in the spring of fourth grade and I fondly remember coming home from school during the following fall and my mom playing it in the kitchen as my brother and I did our homework. Bear Creek has folk and americana roots, with banjo, guitar, organ, piano, mandolin, violin, and other instruments complimenting Carlile’s incomparable vocals and it very distinctly feels like late September/early October to me. It's a no-skip album for me… all of Brandi’s albums are no-skips for me. Recommendations: “I’ll Still Be There,” “That Wasn’t Me” 2. Hozier (Expanded Edition) - Hozier (2014) Everyone went through a Hozier phase when Hozier first dropped “Take Me to Church” in 2013. Some never left that phase… Hozier displays the Irish songwriter’s haunting musical talent and ability to tell a story over the course of 1 hour and 3 minutes. Hozier-Byrne’s voice is chilling and righteous and it compliments the changing of the seasons oh so well. It will continue achieving its place on my October Receiptify as it has since it first came out nearly 10 years ago. Recommendations: “Work Song,” “Cherry Wine - Live,” “Someone New” 3. MTV Unplugged Unplugged 2.0- Ms. Lauryn Hill (2002) Regardless of the album, Ms. Lauryn Hill has always been a fall artist for me. From the Miseducation to this live album, something about her voice scratches an itch in my brain. Hill’s comical interjections, commentary, and interactions with the audience are some of my favorite aspects of the live recordings, giving them some form of intimacy and breaking the fourth wall. I’m obsessed! Favorite Songs: “Just Like Water - Live,” “I Find It Hard to Say (Rebel) - Live” 4. Cardinal (Expanded Edition)- Pinegrove (2016) There’s nothing that screams mid-semester existential crisis more than Pinegrove, in the best way possible. Cardinal is house parties, walking back from the library at 2 a.m., friendsgivings, cloudy afternoons, bulky sweaters, long conversations with friends that stretch deep into the night, writing midterm papers, and thinking about the future. It is nostalgic and somber, and it emulates the feeling of being an upperclassman recognizing that time is fleeting and trying to savor every last moment. 10/10. Favorite Song: “Old Friends,” “Aphasia” 5. Notes from the Archive: Recordings 2011-2016- Maggie Rogers (2020) Maggie Rogers has risen to fame for her pop music, but she has roots in folk and Americana. Notes from the Archives is a collection of folkish songs, co-released with a sister album featuring commentary on each of the tracks. It includes a song featuring Del Water Gap (love him) and a mix of acoustic and electric ballads. While it came out in December, it made its way onto my playlists the following September. The album screams fall and deserves to be in every playlist accordingly. Favorite Song: “Blood Ballet,” “On the Page,” “New Song” Honorable mentions: Punisher - Phoebe Bridgers Solitude - Billie Holiday Speaking in Tongues (Deluxe Version) - Talking Heads Fleet Foxes- Fleet Foxes

By Alexis Frorup If you’re anything like me you’re listening to music on Spotify all the time. For a while, I had the issue of not being able to find the right “vibe” for the music I wanted to listen to at that moment. I made countless playlists with the same twenty songs and a few others mixed in and while those were good, they got a little old after a while. So when Spotify introduced the “daylist” this past September my problems were quickly solved. Spotify’s daylist is a personalized playlist made by Spotify for you specifically based on what you usually listen to at that time of day. It updates six times a day, from early mornings to late nights, giving you a new playlist each with a different vibe. It throws familiar songs in with new recommendations, giving you a new experience every time. One of the most entertaining parts of the daylist is the different playlist names they give you, some of my personal favorites of my own daylists being “lounging jazz hip hop night” and “soft angelic Monday afternoon”. They’re often fun and a little too accurate to the vibe I want to listen to at the time, filling my “liked songs” at a way faster rate than before. Spotify’s almost intrusive analytics result in enjoyable playlists with new recommendations that you never get too bored of, and if you do, all you have to do is wait for the next update of the day.

Dear AmFam, It’s all over. The Spring 2023 AmLit magazine has transformed from an assortment of Google Docs sorted in a spreadsheet, to a PDF outlining all of the works, to a physical book we can hold in our hands. I could pretend that I’m Italo Calvino as I describe the book to you (How did you get this book before you? You must have picked it up from a newsstand. You feel the gloss of the cover and the slick of the pages as you lick a finger to flip through.). But I am not Italo Calvino, I am Charlotte and I am writing about my personal journey with this magazine, giving a miniature memoir of our relationship, if you will. Before I even decided to attend American University, I knew that I wanted to be involved in my college’s literary magazine and I knew that I would do what I could to become Editor-In-Chief. I found the name “American Literary” tucked away on the student media website, hunted down their instagram, and applied to be an assistant my first semester. I jumped from prose to poetry to representing AmLit in the student media board work group. I even joked in a contributor bio once that I had “completed step 1/? in [my] plans to take over the (literary) world.” Well, as a sophomore, that opportunity to be EIC came much more quickly than I expected. I applied. I was accepted. And I found out that someone named Anjoleigh Schindler was to be my new partner in crime, my confidant, and my friend. I can not imagine this semester, or the state I would be in, if I didn’t have them by my side. Maybe I would be foaming at the mouth and ready to drop out. What nobody told me was that running a literary magazine, even a college mag, feels like a part-time job. You spend hours every week answering texts and emails, scheduling meetings, organizing a Google Drive. There were a lot of fun parts too: sitting in review sessions and watching my peers defend and debate the pieces submitted to the magazine filled me with joy as I watched sparks fly in their passion for art. Sometimes there truly is nothing better than reading a REALLY good poem (I hope the work in the mag this semester does that for you, the way it does for me). This position in the magazine has given me a gift of connection to others, and the realization of how much I enjoy working to bring creatives together. If you have read this far, I appreciate the consideration and time that you have given my words. This is all I have for now, but you will certainly see more of me, Anjoleigh, and Emma (our new co-EIC) in the fall. Until then, H.A.G.S. Just kidding. I wish you all the best with whatever lays ahead. Charlotte Van Schaack

Dear AmFam, The space that AmLit has taken up in my life is greater than I ever thought it would be. I entered AU in 2020 as an International Relations major. Despite my extensive background in media in high school, I thought IR would be where I fit into the world practically. I fumbled my way through my freshman year; pretending, masking, and scraping by. I'm more creatively inclined, and found the lack of it in IR suffocating. So, when I entered my sophomore year, I knew I had to find an outlet. I was scouring Engage looking for a club to join, when AmLit came across my path–a place for all people who share a love for the arts. I felt a bit out of my element at first. I don’t feel qualified to critique anyone’s art. I don't have a single ounce of formal training. Who am I to decide what should make it into a magazine and what shouldn't? But I learned that nobody else did either, and so AmLit felt like a safe place to rest. I went from art assistant to photo editor in my second year, all the while wanting to burn my International Relations career to the ground. I wanted change; I wanted passion, and I wanted to feel it in my hands immediately or I was going to explode. I wasn't doing what fulfilled me. So that summer I switched my major to Journalism. It was necessary. Finally, people could see the inside of my brain. Changing my major meant that other things had to change––my participation in AmLit. I had entered the club while it was gasping for air, and it just couldn’t catch its breath that whole year. Additionally, I had been struggling to make friends or any kind of connections within the AmLit community. This was nobody’s fault: the pandemic had essentially stepped on in-person interactions, and the community naturally migrated online. Engagement was never the same, even after we all returned to campus. But I couldn't participate with it in that state. I loved this magazine, and I was watching it shrivel up right before my eyes. So, I walked away. I spent the fall semester of my junior year focusing on my new major. I was behind the other kids, and there was a big question mark around my anticipated graduation date. I had no intention of returning to AmLit, not with the trajectory the club and my life were taking. I just wanted to graduate and get out. But as you know, here I am. In December, I shockingly received a text from our former EIC, asking me to apply for her position. I had to think about it. To be honest, my first inclination was to say no. I was extremely busy managing my academic, social, and work life, and I did not have enough faith in the organization (I know, boooooo. You can throw tomatoes at me.) But it kept eating away at me. Here was that change I so deeply craved, right in my lap, staring me in the face. This was a real, tangible opportunity to make a difference at this school, and future Anjoleigh would beat me the hell up for not taking it. So I jumped in and tried not to think too hard about it. I couldn't help but wonder if I was biting off more than I could chew. This was a magazine that had been running as long as my parents have been alive, and I was now in charge of it? But I wasn’t alone! I have Charlotte, my co-editor! Charlotte is the organization I need in my life. I have big dreams, and Charlotte molds them so that they’re not just reaches, but actual things we can accomplish. She is the right side of my brain, that sometimes I think I'm missing. We are complete opposites, not only in how we approach work, but in how we navigate life. And for some insane reason, it works perfectly. She is my rock. Which is crazy to think about, because we only met four months ago. Charlotte and I both had the same larger goal for AmLit: rebirth. Which if you couldn’t tell, has been the common theme throughout my time here at AU. Change is scary. How do we know the grass will be greener on the other side? What if we’re trying to salvage the unsalvageable? What if the changes aren’t embraced? I think I've spent more time this semester doing things for AmLit than my actual school work. So many late nights where I wanted to scream into a pillow. I want to emphasize for all of you, that at no point was this smooth sailing. A lot of how Charlotte and I navigated our new roles was not some master strategy. We guessed. A lot. Nobody showed us the ropes. We truly were thrown in blind. So the only thing we could do was put some feelers out and see how it went. Miraculously, it went. Some of my favorite things this semester were the fancy new website that you’re reading this on, a revamping of the Instagram, and hosting a super successful flea market! All of this could not have been done without our brilliant staff. I am in love with every single one of you. Thank you for breaking your backs for us. I made so many beautiful friendships this semester on our team, and I'm hoping that there will be more in my final year at AU. To our contributors––you lovely people. There would be no magazine without you. Please keep submitting. Your works bring us joy, and they should be on display for everyone to see. The last thing I'll say is that when Charlotte and I took on our roles the fall magazine was missing and incomplete, and that felt like a cloud that loomed over us the entire semester. I understand how this was disappointing for many of you. It was disappointing for me too. But I want to assure you, we have not quit on that mag, nor do we have plans to. It will be here. Thank you for your love, trust, and patience. Okay, AmFam, I've stood on my soapbox for long enough. You've made my spring semester glorious, and lit up my life in ways I thought impossible. This was the change I needed. I can say with all my heart that I'm proud to be your co-editor-in-chief. Yours, Anjoleigh

By Ruth Odin This blog post might be a little different. I hope it reaches the right people. I was torturing myself over this post for a long time. What the hell was I going to write about? I’m not an artist- who am I to write a blog post for an art magazine? This may just be imposter syndrome, it may be a genuine understanding of the limitations of myself, or it may just be a self-indulgent pity party, but I really have never thought of myself as an artist. To clarify: I have played the violin and the viola for 15 years, I have been able to fluently read music for as long as I can remember, I always loved choir and orchestra more than everything except English class and philosophical thought, my notes app is filled with my own poetry and prose that may never see the light of day, I edit other people’s work for fun, and I have always had fantasies of one day having the courage to publish something. But I am not an artist. My majors here at AU are Communications and Philosophy. Communications is a means to an end and philosophy is my passion. Both will result in my receiving a “bachelor of the arts.” But I am not an artist. I think a lot about others out there who are like me, whose lives solely and completely revolve around art in various forms, but who will never consider themselves artists. I wonder what your passion is. What makes your heart happiest? What is it that you will never consider yourself good enough at to call yourself an artist of that variety? Maybe you’re like me. You enjoy editing, but not publishing your own work. You love playing an instrument, but only in an ensemble, not solo, and not for money. You love thinking, but not always expressing. Or maybe you crochet? Play ukulele and sing alone in your room? Teach yourself to draw, or journal, or sew, or paint, or cook, or collage, or take pictures? If you had to write a blog post like this, would you also feel out of place? I could say something cliché (and quite philosophical!) right about now – about how “everyone’s an artist” or “art is defined by the mind that creates it.” Great ideas, but I’m thinking more personally right now. I want to talk directly to the soul reading this. You’re reading the blog of a magazine. One for poetry, prose, art, and photography. So, you must have some interest as a consumer, contributor, or student. What I want to say now is this: take a look at yourself. If your list of passions and degrees is like mine, and you have always wanted to call yourself an artist? Do it. There will never be a point in your life at which you’ve “made it” enough to do so. Just fucking do it. Even if you never publish a thing. Even if you never make a living out of it. Even if no one hears your deeper thoughts about that concept. Even if your skill is only kept to yourself. You’re an artist. Deep down, you have always known you were. You’ve never loved anything like you love art. So say it. I’ll say it with you. I am an artist.

By Ava Stern This novel is 375 pages of pure anxiety. Surprisingly, it only took me two days to read this book despite it being not one of my favorites. The Dilemma tells the story of a family riddled with secrets that all start to explode at the main character Livia’s 40th birthday party. Switching point of view in each chapter, we get a look into the “dilemma” that seems to surround each character. This novel is a long-strewn-out misunderstanding and lack of communication that becomes annoying. Both Livia and her husband have earth-shattering secrets that plague the whole long scene that takes up the entire novel. I felt myself being disconnected from each and every character, failing to relate to or understand any of them. I missed out on B.A. Paris’ typical thriller books and was left feeling extremely disappointed and depressed after a heart-wrenching ending. If you like some deep characterization and irritation, you should read this book. But if you like fast-paced thrillers and something that is not just feeling sorry for and anxious for the characters, do not read this book. “I’m so close to the edge that I want to go out to the garden and scream at everyone to get the hell out of our house. To stop myself, I imagine the carnage it would cause– everyone staring at me in alarm, then Livia, my dad, Josh, Nelson trying to calm me, asking what’s wrong, worried that I’m having some kind of breakdown” (The Dilemma, 327). The whole book feels like this quote, but everyone is trying to pass off as calm and collected. In the end, I was feeling heartbroken and pissed off. Even though I didn’t like this book, I’m glad I read it and now know what I definitely do not like. 2.5/5 Stars

By Grace Hill With finals closer than ever, here are my three favorite art and art history podcasts for procrastinating your work while still feeling like you're accomplishing something. 1. ArtHoles Probably the most unconventional art history podcast I’ve ever listened to, ArtHoles is an irreverent yet deeply emotional narration of the lives and work of artists by a self-proclaimed art-hater. Michael Anthony guides the viewer through a deep dive into the relationships and history of figures like Carravagio and Jackson Pollock, never leaving out the gritty details of their legacies in the art history canon. The Frida Khalo series is his best in my opinion and well worth the incredibly researched, nearly 14 hour listen. ArtHoles is perfect for someone who wants a sarcastic, witty take on the complex lives of art history legends and less so a technical analysis of their work. 2. The Lonely Palette If you don't have the time to commit to a series, The Lonely Palette offers around 45 minute episodes on specific pieces based at the Boston MFA. Tamar Avishai markets her show as “returning art history to the masses”, interviewing random visitors about their thoughts and feelings then diving into the visual and historical elements of the piece. Avishai’s commentary complements the beautifully human feeling of the podcast with her refreshing and poignant takes, making the listener feel like they're standing in the gallery with her. The Lonely Palette is perfect for someone who wants to expand their art history knowledge with a quick digest of an unknown work or artist. 3. ArtCurious The ArtCurious podcast is one of the more well-known on this list, and for good reason. Jennifer Dasal is an art historian and curator who explores famous conspiracies, myths, and legends in art history with hundreds of episodes broken down into specific series. Dasal investigates the scandals behind some of the most famous works of art in the world like Mona Lisa’s theft and Van Gogh’s potential murder, weaving her research in with her unique professional opinion. ArtCurious is perfect for someone who wants an accessible and exciting introduction to art history through a look at some of the most influential art and artists.

By Hope Jorgensen Looking for a place to grab a coffee and study near campus? Well, this is the blog post for you! Studying, writing, and making art all require some fuel and I, like most college students, get antsy spending some much time on campus. With finals and the end of the semester looming near, it’s a great time to move your studying off campus for a change of scenery and pace. I’ve scoped out four coffee shops, based on both location and the cafe itself, that are great stops to study at. 1. Compass Coffee Want to get off campus but don’t want to go far? Have two hours between classes and want to stay close to campus? Compass Coffee is the spot for you! Located in Spring Valley at 4850 Massachusetts Ave NW, Compass Coffee is a brisk 15-20 minute walk from campus. Across the street from AU’s Spring Valley Campus, the coffee shop has lots of seating options and a great drink menu. My favorite coffee is the Lavender Honey Latte, and their drinks change with the season so there is always something different year long! It can be crowded, but I’ve never had an issue with finding a corner to work on an essay in. However, their food options are more limited and it's best to find lunch elsewhere. 2. Tatte Bakery If you’re looking for more breakfast and lunch options to sustain your studying, I recommend Tatte Bakery. Along with coffee, they carry an extensive menu of breakfast and lunch selections such as the Croque Madame, Shakshuka, and great sandwich options ranging from lamb kebab pita to prosciutto and fig panini. There are locations across the DC area such as in Bethesda, MD and DuPont Circle. The closest location is just a 20 minute walk away, near Tenleytown. Located at 13 Ridge Square NW near Wegmans, this Tatte Bakery location is close enough to campus while still giving you a change of scenery. There are many seating locations inside, and it is far less busy than its DuPont Circle location on the weekends. It dies down in the afternoon, so it's a nice place to get off campus and work. 3. D’Light Bakery For my last recommendation, we have D’Light Bakery. D’Light Bakery is an Ukrainian owned bakery located at 2475 18th St NW in Adams Morgan. This is the furthest study spot from campus, but I had to include it! The coffee is wonderful and I always order an iced vanilla latte. Their menu is mainly Ukrainian food, and my personal favorite is the Eggs Benedict with Gravlax Salmon. I’ve also heard great things about their cottage cheesecakes. They have a great pastry selection, if you’re looking for a quick bite. It’s the perfect spot for a solid meal to give you energy for studying, or a nice latte to enjoy during work. They host fundraisers for the war in Ukraine, as well as other community centered events. I recommend getting there early on the weekend or going during the week, as this place can be crowded!

Celebrating Women’s Fiction with a Haunting Tale of DC By Thais Carrion “Creatures of Passage” pays tribute to an unseen DC, a magical, dark, humid space where the dead walk amongst the living and intuition rules the land. Blending together Egyptian mythology and the strong Black history of Anacostia, Morowa Yejide gives us a world where there are no states or counties, instead kingdoms and fiefdoms spread out along the east coast and a cast of characters who all find themselves inevitably drawn to the mystical realm of Anacostia, a place where “Dreams come true even when you don’t want them to”. An endlessly dark story, the tragedies faced by each character interconnect and tie together in a heart-racing climax, in which many must finally confront their ghosts in order to move forward with their lives. We are first introduced to Nephthys Kinwell, a mysterious driver with a half-finger and a supernatural sense for lost souls. Much like the egyptian goddess whose name she shares, Nephthys is summoned by the wandering hearts of Anacostia’s residents and never fails to show up in her haunted 1967 blue Plymouth Belvedere, which never breaks down, runs out of gas, or gets pulled over despite the inebriated state of the driver. She is a somber character, constantly on the move to avoid the ever present pain brought on by the loss of her twin brother, Osiris. Nephthys, her nephew Dash and his mother Amber Kinwell - the death witch of Anacostia whose ominous dreams never fail to come true - are simultaneously reviled and rendered indispensable residents of Anacostia. For all the fear and mysticism generated around the family, the Kinwell’s guide the wandering hearts of Anacostia through the painful journeys that each resident’s individual tragedies force them through. Helplessness plays a large role throughout the story and Yejide masterfully cultivates dramatic irony across every new scene and character we meet. The reader constantly suffers with knowledge that will forever remain elusive to the characters who blindly trudge their way forward through hardship only to be met with further irony and heartbreak. Jumping through timelines, the narrator never fails to include the developments of the future that render our characters present conflicts and worries futile. Much like the inevitable nature of death and rebirth, futility and the promise of change plays a big role in the undercurrents of the story as characters are swept along their respective paths and ultimately forgotten by the future, with the gentrification of Anacostia’s black history mentioned throughout the novel further underscoring the main themes. Along with the palpable anguish throughout the novel, Yejide’s intensive use of dramatic irony acts as a nod to our own privilege as readers of the story. Us, the reader, an entity capable of consuming the story from the comfort of our own sofas, able to skim through the trauma and pain with empathy, but not bearing the burden of understanding. Thinking about places of privilege within the structures that govern so much of our daily lives is a topic Yejide navigates subtly but clearly, drawing a line in the sand between the reader and the realities of her characters that is felt throughout the story. Much like a ride through the river Styx, “Creatures of Passage” starts off with a seemingly clear purpose, loses its way in the tragedy of the lost souls along the path, and finds purpose anew as these tragedies weave together and move forward towards closure and release. Yejide takes care with telling the story of her characters, providing histories and complex inner worlds for each one that quickly overtakes the underlying plot. That being said, the dynamism of each character keeps readers absorbed as we slowly find our way back to the trajectory of the novel. The magical kingdom descriptions of the east coast and the states neighboring DC work to further separate Anacostia in the 1970s from our own understandings of the United States and its history. Yejide removes the reader from the setting described in the story, Anacostia’s black heritage feels like an otherworldly, anachronistic event, one fully separate from the development and gentrification that has taken over the area today. Photo by: Sarah Fillman Author Bio: MOROWA YEJIDÉ, a native of Washington, DC, is the author of the critically acclaimed novel Time of the Locust, which was a 2012 finalist for the PEN/Bellwether Prize, long-listed for the 2015 PEN/Bingham Prize, and a 2015 NAACP Image Award nominee. She lives in the DC area with her husband and three sons. Her most recent novel, Creatures of Passage, was shortlisted for the Ernest J. Gaines Award for Literary Excellence and a 2021 Notable Book selection by NPR and the Washington Post. PRONUNCIATION: Mo-RO-wa YAY-je-DAY. → https://www.morowayejide.com/

By Ava Stern Recently, I have been going through the pile of books I stole from my parents during winter break. I started with You Must Remember This by Joyce Carol Oates. I get super obsessed with books that I know my parents read because it feels sort of like a legacy. When reading this novel, I felt ethically challenged because of the deep storylines of incest and suicide. I understand that it is more than crucial to read the uncomfortable but it always is a little hard to read detailed scenes of incest and suicide. This novel explores the realness of a 1950s family and secrets that tear the individual apart, as well as uncomfortable sexuality. Joyce Carol Oates’ prose is impeccable garnering her critical acclaim and fame. Her controversial topics and public commentary fuel an army of supporters and haters that make reading her work even more fun and introspective. I tend to like books where I cannot decide if I love or hate the characters and JCO does a great job of creating “real” people who have lapses in judgment and moral dilemmas. I found myself being invested in this family: the Stevicks, whose youngest daughter has an epic coming-of-age story. “Though it was a truth Warren had picked up somewhere that things once said within a family cannot be unsaid. And things done but never named might well be forgotten” (You Must Remember This, 147). An uncomfortable look into family and growing up, You Must Remember This was an excellent read that pushed me to think about family and the sometimes deeply agonizing parts of growing up. 4/5 Stars.