It was a raucous but peaceful affair; a self-organized march to the entrance of the previously occupied library. Just before we reached it the police descended, filling the road with wagons and running through the crowd to block the entrance.
I felt like a newborn, cutting my own umbilical cord and emerging naked, both literally and figuratively, from the womb of my own self-absorption.
When I sent out a story to be considered for Best Lesbian Erotica 2014, I could not have imagined the tangled internal politics that would ensue, nor could I have imagined that those politics would culminate in the censorship of my work.
Our sympathy might not be enough.
The existence of this book suggests art represents a chance worth taking.
Some critics suggest that Jaber, who writes prolifically, needs to slow down or submit himself to an editor’s scissors. But The Mehlis Report makes for a glorious ramble, a leaping of the lines between investigation and gossip, between present and past, between life and death.