Anarchist book fair & other things to read

Anarchist book fair crowd

Just got back from the 7ième Salon du livre anarchiste, which was great, with an armful of books. It was so hard to choose — fortunately, I was limited by the contents of my wallet. I eventually went with a few buttons & pamphlets, a beautifully illustrated graphic novel about a sex worker, and a roman à clef about a young trans MtF growing up as a choirboy.

I never really described myself as an “anarchist” but I used to spend a lot of time at various activist functions and have known a lot of them and their fellow travellers. Somehow that’s fallen by the wayside in my life, although certainly not for lack of a scene here in Montréal. I’m really not sure why I don’t participate in that sort of thing as much anymore, but I’m glad to have been involved and the bookfair was a nice nostalgia trip if nothing else.

I was also interested in going because I’ve noticed that I don’t read as much as I once did. I suspect part of this is a side effect of having a partner: for as long as I can remember, I’ve read for an hour or so in bed most nights before falling asleep, but only when I’m alone. I clearly need to develop new habits. In furtherance of this, I called the toll free number from the May Harper’s and bought a year’s subscription. That issue was a little disappointing, though, so I started reading some old back issues of Geist I’ve had for ages but never opened. Now I sorta wish I’d called them instead…

Pax Nipponica

In other news, yesterday was fun, too; I had been sitting at home lamenting not having friends to see that night, when I remembered Olivia’s coffee house, and headed out for a night of anglo geekboy postrawk featuring appearances by Freida, Russell, Laura McD, most of whom I rarely see these days. One of the above lives in Holland but I have no excuses for not seeing the others, alas.

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From Pfloide: a very smart New Yorker article on homelessness, abusive cops, smog, and statistics.