Dear Faithful Reader,
This blog has been woefully inactive for two years, basically following the regularity with which I’m able to teach the accompanying course, Black Women Writers. The course is again being offered this spring (yay!), so expect a return to form on this blog. Each week, Southwestern University students will be writing about a range of topics related to our course themes, readings, and class discussions. The course has been redesigned a bit, so this semester we’re reading Beloved, The Color Purple, Americanah, Silver Sparrow, Salvage the Bones, and Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self. We’ll also be watching A Place of Rage and Daughters of the Dust, and reading a fair amount of black feminist theory. Feel free to join in the discussion and send us your comments.
Yesterday in class, we read Ann Ducille’s “The Occult of True Black Womanhood” and had an interesting conversation about black women as fetishized and commodified subjects, and I presented Nicki Minaj’s “Anaconda” as an example of a text that is both complicit with and critical of such practices. I’ll leave you with this to decide what you think:
Is Minaj giving us what she thinks we want? Challenging us? Turning our gaze back on us? Some great analysis here on Ebony (“Nicki Minah’s Butt Is Not Your Daughter’s Problem”) and here on Autostraddle (“Nicki Minaj’s Feminism Isn’t About Your Comfort Zone”), if you’re interested.