LONG LIVE THE TRIBE OF FATHERLESS GIRLS A Memoir By T Kira Madden
The tribe of fatherless girls that make up T Kira Madden’s titular chapter are three high school friends bonded by loss, lust, recklessness and love. But the tribe extends much further, shape-shifting throughout the memoir from youthful friendships to romantic partners, from a nuclear family to a revision of that family history. Though the tribe expands, Madden’s devoted, imperfect relationships with girls and women form the centrifugal force around which her story spins. This is a fearless debut that carries as much tenderness as pain. The author never shrinks from putting herself back into the world after every hurt, and we are lucky for it.
The memoir is told in fragmented chapters, many of which read like self-contained essays. They are arranged into three mostly chronological sections that follow Madden’s life from early memories to the death of her father when she is 27. Madden renders her mourning viscerally: “My hands — they are never not shaking,” and yet still, when she falls asleep, “it’s the women who come first.”
In a sort of origin story, we arrive in an apartment Madden and her mother share with Uncle Nuke, a department store mannequin her mother sets up so it looks as if a man lives with them. Before school, Madden twists off one of his hands, holding it all day with “a horseshoe grip.” Uncle Nuke is Madden’s confidant once her parents marry; she whispers to the mannequin that they can keep her father, “if we have to.”
Madden has a gift for salient detail, as in a poignant scene in which her mother surprises her acrophobic father with a birthday hot-air-balloon ride. Madden’s father, deeply hung over, is terrified, “knuckles bulging like popcorn.” The balloon scrapes across a roof before thudding into someone’s front yard, her mother laughing “maniacally, clapping her hands.” Nobody pays attention to the screaming homeowner: There’s an aloofness here and throughout the book that places us squarely within the world of the wealthy.
Madden’s memories tell less of a sense of belonging than they do displacement — in a hotel waiting out a hurricane, dancing the “Cry Baby” for an unrequited middle school crush, living with addict parents who need as much care as they provide.
The author makes no attempt to knit together an easy self-realization from these vignettes, but the reader gleans many moments of insight from such a talented, adept narrator. So trustworthy is her voice that when it shifts in the third section the result is initially disorienting. Our perspective has been closely aligned with Madden’s experience up until this point, when the form suddenly widens in time and scope, adding photographs as if to prove beauty and familial likenesses that Madden has so expertly conveyed elsewhere in the book through language.
This is a vast, arresting story. It’s a story of loving addicts. Of a queer sexual awakening. Of inhabiting a female body in America. Of biracial identity. Of obsessive, envy-fueled friendships. Of assault. It’s a eulogy and a love song. It’s about girls and the women they become. And it’s all compulsively readable, not just because of those big themes, but because of the embodied, needle-fine moments that make the stories sing.B:
【无】【上】【皇】【撇】【他】【一】【眼】，【道】，“【你】【要】【不】【这】【么】【得】【瑟】，【其】【实】【还】【挺】【讨】【喜】【的】。”【可】【偏】【偏】【这】【孩】【子】【爱】【得】【瑟】【爱】【张】【扬】，【让】【人】【气】【恼】【大】【于】【欢】【喜】。 【墨】【皇】【帝】【就】【笑】【了】。 【道】，“【不】【是】【我】【吹】，【我】【这】【个】【年】【纪】【就】【做】【出】【这】【些】【大】【事】，【换】【了】【谁】，【谁】【都】【会】【得】【瑟】【的】。【而】【且】【我】【已】【经】【很】【克】【制】【自】【己】【了】【好】【不】【好】。【我】【要】【是】【不】【克】【制】【的】【话】，【早】【就】【命】【人】【天】【天】【晚】【上】【放】【烟】【火】【了】，【放】【的】【烟】【火】【上】【还】【要】
【将】【人】【类】【脑】【袋】【中】【的】【控】【制】【芯】【片】【全】【部】【取】【出】【之】【后】，【人】【类】【恢】【复】【了】【意】【识】。 【那】【些】【海】【怪】【的】【控】【制】【芯】【片】【并】【没】【有】【被】【移】【出】，【这】【样】【可】【以】【防】【止】【海】【怪】【对】【人】【类】【发】【动】【进】【攻】。 【人】【类】【的】【深】【海】【战】【舰】【开】【始】【撤】【退】，【绿】【皮】【乘】【坐】【着】【深】【海】【舰】【艇】，【让】【深】【海】【航】【母】【直】【接】【回】【去】。 【在】【深】【海】【战】【舰】【中】，【绿】【皮】【下】【潜】【到】【鱼】【人】【的】【族】【地】【中】。 【这】【些】【鱼】【人】【从】【刚】【才】【开】【始】【就】【在】【冲】【着】【他】【跪】【拜】，【因】【此】【绿】
【鬼】【差】【只】【是】【点】【了】【点】【头】，【没】【有】【说】【话】，【本】【来】【是】【想】【来】【一】【队】【鬼】【差】【的】，【不】【过】【这】【个】【世】【界】【的】【修】【士】【实】【力】【真】【的】【太】【低】【了】，【所】【以】【才】【临】【时】【让】【他】【一】【个】【来】【就】【行】。 【说】【实】【话】，【这】【位】【鬼】【差】【的】【加】【上】【地】【府】【赐】【予】【的】【法】【器】【可】【以】【横】【扫】【整】【个】【火】【炼】【一】【族】【的】【修】【士】，【甚】【至】【都】【不】【带】【喘】【息】【的】。 “【应】【平】【小】【儿】，【速】【来】【受】【气】。” 【军】【营】【太】【大】【了】，【应】【平】【的】【位】【置】【又】【不】【显】【眼】，【火】【炼】【暴】【君】【估】【计】【一】广西马会精准六肖来料【孙】【悟】【空】【看】【着】【自】【己】【的】【两】【个】【小】【师】【弟】，【不】【由】【得】【挠】【了】【挠】【头】。 【本】【来】【好】【好】【的】【两】【个】【小】【师】【弟】，【转】【眼】【间】【就】【变】【成】【了】【两】【个】【糟】【老】【头】【子】，【让】【他】【忍】【不】【住】【乐】【了】。 【片】【刻】【之】【后】，【叶】【凡】【和】【庞】【博】【才】【清】【醒】【了】【过】【来】，【看】【着】【自】【己】【苍】【老】【的】【身】【体】，【一】【个】【个】【欲】【哭】【无】【泪】！ “【猴】【哥】，【我】【们】【怎】【么】【会】【变】【成】【这】【样】【啊】？！” “【猴】【哥】，【你】【一】【定】【要】【帮】【帮】【我】【们】【啊】！【我】【感】【觉】【我】【们】【只】【剩】【下】
……【罗】【艺】【龙】【母】【亲】【就】【直】【直】【的】【坐】【立】【了】【起】【来】，【惊】【悚】【得】【田】【珩】【媛】【抱】【紧】【罗】【艺】【龙】【父】【亲】。 “【我】【妈】【听】【见】【你】【内】【心】【埋】【葬】【的】【爱】【了】，【所】【以】【她】【活】【过】【来】【了】，【至】【于】【把】【你】【恐】【怖】【成】【这】【样】？” 【罗】【艺】【龙】【冷】【笑】【着】，【似】【乎】【准】【备】【询】【问】【田】【珩】【媛】【有】【关】“【天】【国】【之】【人】”【的】【事】。 【但】【田】【珩】【媛】【却】【猛】【然】【拽】【紧】【罗】【艺】【龙】【宽】【厚】【的】【手】【臂】，【一】【个】【劲】【儿】【的】【摇】【来】【晃】【去】。 “【龙】【龙】，【我】【想】【了】【好】【久】，
【前】【面】【就】【说】【过】，【异】【世】【界】【一】【方】【的】【面】【积】【很】【大】，2【号】【到】9【号】【通】【道】【的】【背】【后】，【那】【都】【各】【自】【有】【着】【一】【个】【不】【同】【的】【势】【力】。 【这】【些】【势】【力】【的】【实】【力】【不】【弱】，【基】【本】【上】【每】【一】【个】【势】【力】【的】【当】【家】【人】，【那】【都】【是】【九】【品】【甚】【至】【半】【步】【武】【王】【境】【的】【武】【者】。 【这】【些】【势】【力】【之】【间】【也】【会】【相】【互】【摩】【擦】，【也】【正】【是】【因】【为】【他】【们】【之】【间】【彼】【此】【有】【矛】【盾】，【所】【以】，【人】【类】【面】【临】【的】【压】【力】【才】【会】【稍】【微】【小】【上】【一】【些】。 【可】【这】【一】