{"title":"Recent Work","authors":"Elise Kendrick","doi":"10.1353/mar.2023.a907327","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/mar.2023.a907327","url":null,"abstract":"Abstract: An art signature featuring both portraits and linocut artwork by Elise Kendrick. Her artwork centers Black figures in multidimensional ways, using both vibrant colors and high contrast black and white.","PeriodicalId":43806,"journal":{"name":"MASSACHUSETTS REVIEW","volume":"23 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2023-09-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"135427346","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":4,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Critical Caste Studies and the Politics of Translating Dalit Literature","authors":"Laura Brueck","doi":"10.1353/mar.2023.a907320","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/mar.2023.a907320","url":null,"abstract":"Abstract: Laura Brueck looks at the emerging field of critical caste studies being supported by institutions across the United States and how the studying of Dalit literature from South Asia can have a role in the examination of the history of race and/as caste in the United States. Brueck also looks at the ways that these literatures can be ‘translated’ in more than one way.","PeriodicalId":43806,"journal":{"name":"MASSACHUSETTS REVIEW","volume":"4 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2023-09-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"135428460","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":4,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Strangers","authors":"J. Malcolm Garcia","doi":"10.1353/mar.2023.a907335","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/mar.2023.a907335","url":null,"abstract":"Abstract: The González family is wealthy. Their only son, Pablo, runs into a man named Miguel while outside riding on his bicycle. Miguel, upon hearing his name and learning that Pablo doesn’t in fact speak Spanish, offers to teach him in exchange for work. When Pablo goes back inside to tell his parents about this offer from his new friend, they grow concerned and decide to get the police involved. However, their interaction with the police officer doesn’t go exactly as planned.","PeriodicalId":43806,"journal":{"name":"MASSACHUSETTS REVIEW","volume":"22 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2023-09-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"135428461","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":4,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"The High Priestess","authors":"Carli Muñoz","doi":"10.1353/mar.2023.a907328","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/mar.2023.a907328","url":null,"abstract":"Abstract: Beginning with his first reading of Aldous Huxley’s The Doors of Perception, Carli Muñoz recounts the various intersection of his LSD trips, musical career as part of The Living End, and life in Puerto Rico. Through this heightened state, Muñoz shows how the experience of music changed and readjusted the way musicians listened and composed music in the 1960s.","PeriodicalId":43806,"journal":{"name":"MASSACHUSETTS REVIEW","volume":"10 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2023-09-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"135428625","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":4,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"My Wife","authors":"Nayereh Doosti","doi":"10.1353/mar.2023.a907333","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/mar.2023.a907333","url":null,"abstract":"Abstract: The narrator, mesmerized by the stories weaved by a woman he had a casual sexual encounter with, agrees to marry her when they meet again years later.","PeriodicalId":43806,"journal":{"name":"MASSACHUSETTS REVIEW","volume":"9 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2023-09-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"135427340","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":4,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Mother Tongue","authors":"D. K. Lawhorn","doi":"10.1353/mar.2023.a907330","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/mar.2023.a907330","url":null,"abstract":"Mother Tongue D. K. Lawhorn (bio) Keywords D.K. Lawhorn, prose writers, fiction, Indigenous authors, Indian school, nuns ________ CAUGHT BETWEEN Sister Eustace’s fingers, my ear is close to ripping off as she drags me through the schoolhouse and toward the steps that lead to the Mother Superior’s room. This is the only part of the morning that hasn’t gone to plan. I focus on the comforting weight of the silver dinner knife tucked into the waistband of my skirt. Its cold length digs against my hip bone and reassures me. My trip upstairs won’t end like the others. All those girls who have gone before me. I will come back down. I will slay the monster waiting up there. I will kill the Mother Superior, ear or no ear. Normally, Sister Eustace hauls us girls along by our hair, straight black strands wrapped around her hand for the best grip. Because all of mine was shorn off earlier in the week for refusing to use silverware as I ate, Sister Eustace makes do with my ear. I’d hoped for something along the lines of a bone-grinding wrist grip, but here we are. For two days, my scalp bled from the ravages of the dull knife she used to strip away my honor in front of all the younger girls trapped in this boarding school with me. As Sister Eustace chopped and hacked, she told me, with a smug smile on her face and loud enough for the whole schoolhouse to hear, that this was a light punishment for being such an uncouth Indian. She said that I should be grateful for her deep mercy, which she was showing only because it was my birthday. I smiled through the runnels of blood streaking my face. This further enraged Sister Eustace and gained me a bare-bottom paddling that lasted until Sister Francis burst into the room and pulled me from the dining hall, away from Sister Eustace. Even with Sister Francis’s intervention, I haven’t been able to sit down comfortably since. The clacks of little feet in hard-soled shoes follow us toward the staircase. At its base, Sister Eustace spins, jerking me around with her. I bite off a yelp of pain and pull in a shuddering breath through flared nostrils to keep tears from welling. Sister Eustace sweeps her dull gray gaze over the group of girls trailing us. They are all dressed in the foolish black and white uniforms the Sisters force us to wear, little choking bows tight around their necks. Their beautiful black hair is cut short to rest on their narrow shoulders, as if each of them are in mourning. [End Page 120] Even though the full heat of Sister Eustace’s fiery fury is on them, none of the girls back away. Twelve sets of brown eyes, all shimmering with held-back cries, are stuck on me. I’m the oldest girl in the boarding school by four years. Even before I turned thirteen, the others looked to me as the mother of our fractured little Monacan Nation inside these stark white walls. My chest tightens. It grows hard for me to breathe as I look at each of their pretty, round faces. They’ll be devastated if I meet the same fate as","PeriodicalId":43806,"journal":{"name":"MASSACHUSETTS REVIEW","volume":"23 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2023-09-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"135428457","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":4,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Pleurotomaria, and: The First Water","authors":"M. K. Foster","doi":"10.1353/mar.2023.a907323","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/mar.2023.a907323","url":null,"abstract":"Pleurotomaria, and: The First Water M. K. Foster (bio) Keywords poetry, M. K. Foster, silence, womanhood, marriage, transformation, fire, ice, light, music, sound, religion, body, violence, flood, birth, death PLEUROTOMARIA a woman turns to salt and silence, a woman turns to ice and blindness and niceness the way a woman turns to drying hyacinths hung and strung upside-down at the window as a woman turns to trying, turns to pressing, turns to portrait after portrait hanging above a fire of a woman turning into fire by telling it her name height sex age weight (for real, no rounding) which is all just: a woman saying to herself (so saying to no one) if I marry him, some part of my face will never be the same, ruined and stained in a way that’s not stated, but seen as a thing to be unseen when: a woman turns to gleaming, a woman turns to mirrors to pluck out chin whiskers and grey hair to floss her fangs: is all there is, all it comes down to for a woman made of bones made of women made of broken bones, no children, bad joints, and run-away juice, which is all we’re looking at when a woman turns to ‘two pigs fighting under a blanket’ because a woman is a turning-into; and it’s chronic and largely incurable, this condition because being a woman is a condition, a user agreement term, and a state of existence all at the same time (and who says women are bad multitaskers?) because (try it sometime!) you try having an origin story where you’re made of sleep and rib, you try getting sucked into thinking you were born to suck and suck at it, because, if she is nothing else, a woman is changing, making change a woman turning into a bird turning into a god: a god who turns her face to the sun as into oncoming traffic and lifts her gaze to make eye contact with whatever’s followed her down an alley, past a dumpster; and she is both: the alley and the dumpster; so she turns and she turns, because turning is womaning, they finally learn when it’s a woman’s turn: hiking up her skin, unpinning her jaw, and showing all the volcanic knives she hides by day behind her face and grinds each night against it’s fine it’s fine I’m fine, is a woman holding herself stiller than a pillar of salt with crimson lipstick; and holding, and holding: carnivorous, breathless, raw with wanting, waiting, preying for bitch would it kill you to smile [End Page 57] THE FIRST WATER what else is there to say?all night we held down the light— until it split us like old ice at dawn— thaw by another name— the large magellanic music of cracking and gasping, gnashingand almighty crashing filling us as divine sacrifice is said to fill— no, flood the body— or something like that: they say if you’re doing it right, god comes in your heart—and maybe that’s where I’ve been going wrong all along: here I am thinking it’s about holiness and shit, when really it’s just another man who thinks he’s god so hardhe won’t even let you look at him unless you’re on your knees— figures. what else is there to d","PeriodicalId":43806,"journal":{"name":"MASSACHUSETTS REVIEW","volume":"58 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2023-09-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"135428601","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":4,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
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